Sexphiles: Haunting Melody
When Mrs. Vanderhorn is assaulted by a ghost in her river front home, she turns to P.I.A., the most prestigious private investigative firm on the east coast, for help. Agent Skelley, a seasoned veteran with the company, and her new partner, Sly Muellin, are assigned the case, but neither are prepared for what they must face when they confront the entity that haunts the Vanderhorn cottage.
Word Count: 24,947
Genre: Erotic Romantic Suspense
Rating: Erotica. Contains explicit sex and graphic language. Fan Fiction--Spoof based on a popular TV series.
Available formats: PDF, RTF, Epub, HTML, Mobipocket (.prc)
© Cover Art by Jenny Dixon, February 2003
New Concepts Publishing
Lake Park, GA 31636
This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places are of the author's imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or events is merely coincidence.
“Don’t get me wrong, it’s not that I mind being partnered with a woman. I’ve heard she’s a darned good investigator, but….” Despite his best efforts, Muellin felt a tinge of heat flush his cheeks.
Leonard ‘Lee’ Skinard, head of operations at P.I.A. Inc., did not look amused. “But?”
“I’ve heard things that lead me to believe I could serve the company best if I was partnered with someone a little more … uh … serious.”
This time Skinard’s bushy brows rose almost to his hairline, or would have except that his hair line had receded beyond capture. “She’s one of our best,” he said lazily, leaning back in his chair and toying with the pen he’d been tapping on his desk.
Muellin saw that beating around the bush wasn’t going to get him anywhere. He wanted the job, needed it, but his goal was to build an impressive portfolio. He didn’t see that working with a nut case was going to help further his career. “Sir, I’m told she believes in ghosts, alien abductions-- in fact pretty much anything that’s weird and unbelievable. They call her Miss Gullible, among other less charitable things.”
Muellin stared at the man across the desk from him in tightlipped silence, unwilling to admit that he’d been listening to gossip. He certainly wasn’t willing to admit to having taken part in it. It was too undignified.
A look of resignation crossed the older man’s features. “You’ve been listening to the talk, I see.”
Skinard leaned back in his chair, studied Muellin for a long, measuring moment, then said, “Diana Skelley is one of the most brilliant investigators that I’ve ever run across. Whatever her personal beliefs, she doesn’t allow them to interfere with her doing the best job she possibly can for this company. She hasn’t once failed us. Now, I’ll admit that she tends to be more … ah … zealous than average, but I think that’s part of what makes her good at what she does. However, she’s not always as discreet as I’d like and that’s why I want to partner her with you. She needs someone completely logical and level headed to … ah … balance her out, so to speak. With your background, I figured you’d be up to the task. However, if you have some doubts about your abilities….”
Muellin wasn’t about to get suckered into that one. “I have no doubts--”
“Good!” Skinard exclaimed, cutting him off mid-sentence, then leaning forward to press the intercom buzzer on his desk before Muellin could recover himself. “Alice, show Ms. Skelley in, will you?”
Muellin’s eyes narrowed. “As I was about to say--”
The door behind him opened.
Muellin didn’t give a damn if she was in the room. He meant to finish his say. Nevertheless, he instinctively glanced toward the woman who had come to stand beside him.
His words dried in his throat.
The first thing he noticed was that her breasts, which were at eye level with him since he was still seated, looked in danger of bursting free from her tailored jacket. The second thing he noticed was a mane of the most awesome red hair he’d ever beheld, mainly because she tossed it in his direction and nearly put his eye out.
Her voice was pleasant, a little husky. It would have made Muellin think dangerous thoughts except that his brain seemed to have ceased functioning altogether.
“I wanted to introduce you to your new partner before we get down to the particulars of your assignment.” Skinard gestured toward Muellin. Muellin was grateful for that, because it brought him out of his state of mesmerized stupefaction just a split second before she turned to look at him. He leapt from his chair as if he’d been catapulted out of it, bumping his knee on Skinard’s desk in the process.
He gritted his teeth, trying to pretend he wasn’t in excruciating pain, but found after only a moment that the pain had dissipated as he looked down at the woman--very down. She couldn’t have been much more than five feet tall. He wondered if she realized that from his viewpoint of six feet he could look right down her jacket and get a clear view of the lacy strap that held her straining bra together in the center.
She crossed her arms. Muellin waited with baited breath to see if the bra would withstand this additional pressure or if those two glorious globes would pop right out the neck of her jacket. He was acutely disappointed when the bra held.
“Agent Diana Skelley, this is Agent Sylvest…”
“Sly,” Muellin broke in hurried, revolted at the usage of his given name.
Skinard nodded, smiling faintly now. “Sly Muellin, formerly of the Florida Bureau of Investigation.”