Everyone needs a hero.
Thats what Detective Molly Masters tells me. "What we need," she says, "what the whole world needs," she pleads, "is a champion."
The only thing I want to talk about with Molly Masters is how Id like to make her scream my name when I push her up against a wall, slide my hand up her thigh, and live out my wildest fantasies.
"Someone who will fight against injustice," she says.
Ill fight against anything you want, honey. Just come a little closer.
"Someone who will stand tall in the face of adversity," she says.
Ill do it standing, sitting, or lying down. See how easy I am?
"Someone who believes in the value of a good deed," she says.
I believe in the value of me, sweetheart. Because Im Lincoln Wade. Jaded genius, obscenely wealthy, capable of violence, and looking for revenge.
Molly Masters might have delusions of grandeur. She might see me as some superman capable of cleaning up the scum, filth, and corruption in Cathedral City.
But Im not the hero shes looking for.
Im the dark alley where all her good intentions hide.
So be careful what you wish for, Molly Masters.
Because youre about to get it.
©2015 JA Huss (P)2017 Podium Publishing