Can you keep a secret? How about multiple secrets? Delve into this riveting murder mystery full of intrigue, passion, and suspense to find out.

Paralegal extraordinaire Daisy Sinclair goes undercover with the ever-so-sexy criminal investigator Warren Cole, her partner in crime investigation and in love. Their relationship couldn’t seem more perfect until their firm is hired by the Honorable Elijah “Eli” Whitfield to solve the disappearance and subsequent murder of his acquaintance. He is not just any Judge, he is Daisy’s former boss with chestnut brown hair, deep blue eyes, a smile that a politician would kill for and is by far the sexiest one presiding in Texas. There is a history between these two that lingers and comes to fruition when Daisy’s undercover assignment takes her deep into a secret world of the most powerful men in Fort Worth and working intimately close with the Judge. Daisy finds herself at a crossroads between her committed relationship with her boyfriend and resisting a hot steamy affair with her former boss all while trying to catch a murderer.

Your curiosity will be raised while the clues are being deciphered and will reach its climax when the person responsible for the murder is revealed.

Targeted Age Group:: 18+

What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
The old adage of writing what you know comes to mind. I was a paralegal for many years combined with being an “armchair” detective, I created a series based around murder investigation from a legal defense team’s point of view. Also, I enjoy reading crime fiction and erotic romance, so I wanted to write a book with a perfect balance of both genres.

How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
I wanted a strong experienced female main character who is free spirited and lives her life by her own rules as a result I created paralegal extraordinaire Daisy Sinclair. She isn’t afraid to shun the norm to live her life and pursues everything she desires without restraint in her both her personal and professional lives. The male characters are equally as strong and were created to give a good counter balance to the main character rather it be to challenge her, assist her, etc.

Book Sample
CHAPTER ONE
I am getting ready to meet my boss for dinner tonight at a Mexican food cantina. I decide to wear my green slip dress and black strappy heels. I always look good in green. It compliments my fair complexion, auburn hair, and brings out the color in my eyes.
At thirty two, I am in the best shape of my life, thanks to my very athletic boyfriend. We started dating about five months ago when my boss hired him as a criminal investigator to partner with me on a double murder case. Being a prior Navy SEAL and detective he works out every day, giving him the stamina of a hummingbird. At the time, my daily exercise routine consisted of walking around downtown since I live, work, and play all within a seven block radius. This amount of exercise was sufficient to keep my five foot five curvy, figure slim, but not to keep up with his insatiable sexual appetite. So, about three months ago I decided to start working out with him. Exercise isn’t one of my favorite things to do, but the benefits have been endless. Now, I am not as worn out after our all night sex sessions and I can wear this slip dress flawlessly with my newly toned body.
My name is Daisy Sinclair. I am a paralegal for James D. Garfield, a highly successful criminal defense lawyer, in downtown Fort Worth. He snatched me up from my previous job as a criminal court clerk about seven years ago. My job responsibilities range from mundane office work, to breaking into houses, to going undercover. The goal is getting our clients, who are mostly rich public figures, out of whatever charge they are being wrongly accused of.
I am in a committed relationship with Warren Cole, a six foot five, muscle bound, gorgeous hunk. Being in a monogamous relationship is something new to me, along with it being with someone I work with. Before we started dating, I had many relationships. They never worked out because I always put my career first and having a sexual relationship with one of my closest friends Lee “Mac” McClesky caused problems for me. All of that changed when Warren came into my life. Being co-workers and best friends, we hang out all the time. Since he lives two floors below me, in my apartment building, we are always staying the night at each other’s places. We are having a good time and I would not change a thing about our relationship. There is no pressure to become more serious, which is a relief, considering I am a slight commitment-phobe.
I am finished getting ready. I leave my apartment, and wait for the elevator to take me down to the waiting car service. When the elevator doors open, there is a really hot, dark haired, guy standing there. I smile at him and he smiles back. His smile takes my breath away.
“Going down?” He asks.
“Uh, yes. The lobby,” I say, trying to catch my breath.
I get in and stand in the middle of the elevator slightly in front of him. The elevator doors shut.
“I have seen you around here before,” he admits.
“Oh, yeah? Well, I live here so that’s probably why,” I am trying my best to be nonchalant.
He moves closer, standing mere inches away from me, and in a low breathless voice he continues, “But I haven’t seen you looking as delicious as you look now.”
My body is instantly flush with heat.
I scoff. “Well, you must not have seen me with my boyfriend either. You wouldn’t be hitting on me right now if you had.”
He ignores me, grabs me by my arm and pushes me up against the back of the elevator. Before I could protest, his lips are on mine. I open my mouth and his tongue instantly invades, colliding with my tongue. I cannot resist. He tastes so good. He pushes up my dress.
“Do you want this?” He is gazing at me intensely.
“Oh, yeah.” I surrender.
He hits the elevator stop button and undoes his pants. He isn’t wearing any underwear. His shaft, fully erect and ready. He picks me up by my buttocks and I wrap my legs around his waist holding myself up with the elevator railing. He moves my panties to the side and rams his thick hard member deep inside. I let out a whimper. He lingers inside me for a second.
“You feel so good,” he moans.
He starts moving faster and harder. He wants this to be quick. He starts twirling my clit with his thumb. The pressure is building deep inside of me. His breathing is getting heavier, and his moans become more frequent. He is about to come. He pushes his shaft deeper, his girth filling me, and rotates his hips, letting out a primal moan. My sex convulses in response and our fluids flow inside me. I arch my back and let out a muffled scream.
He pulls out of me and zips up his pants. I fix my panties and start pulling my dress back down. He reaches over to help me straighten it out. He then grabs my ass and pulls me to him. He deeply kisses me and leans back smiling at me.
“We need to stop bumping into one other here.” I smile up at him and run my fingers through his hair.
“Well, since your boyfriend lives in the building and he is always over at your place. Where else would you suggest?”
“Stairwell, my car, your car, a hotel…” I ramble.
“Alright, alright. You sound too experienced in the art of affair. I want to stop playing this game.” He is starting to clench his jaw. He lets go of me and pushes the elevator button for it to start going down again.
“Are you seriously getting jealous of the idea of me cheating… Even though it is with you… My boyfriend?”
“I know. I can’t help it. Would you have me any other way?” He leans up against the elevator wall, shoves his hands in his pockets, crosses his legs, and smirks.
I lean against him, wrap my arms around his neck, and give him a peck on the lips. “Of course not.” I give him another peck. “Well, maybe, naked, underneath me, and in bed.” I peck his lips again.
“I know. It has been a while, because of the crazy hours I have been working lately.”
Our boss wanted to keep Warren busy when we were in between serious criminal cases. So, a few months back Jim decided to open a private investigation business on the side; he wanted Warren to manage every aspect of it. The cases consist of missing persons and people suspected of cheating. The business has flourished and it takes up a lot of Warren’s free time. He has complained to me that he worked less as a homicide detective, but then quickly adds he is making three times as much money. I believe they have been discussing hiring additional investigators, so Warren can get back to his leisurely hours. Until then, we have to make do.
There is one benefit of Warren working the side private investigation business. Shortly after we came back from our trip to San Juan and made our relationship official, I quickly realized I was having a hard time adjusting to having a personal relationship with someone I work with. My solution was to convince my boss Jim and the office secretary, Sue, that Warren and I decided to keep our relationship strictly professional. So, for the last four months, we have been keeping our relationship a secret from them. As a result, we have defined boundaries and are able to keep our personal issues separate from the workplace. Warren does not entirely agree with this decision, but he understands my reasoning and has respected my wishes so far.
I glance up at him and reply, “Not to mention, we have been reprimanded to stop messing around in the elevator,” I chuckle.
The apartment management has been getting complaints of issues with the elevator. They did some investigating and didn’t find anything wrong with the mechanics. So they reviewed camera footage and realized our trips in the elevator seem to be taking way longer than normal. We were summoned to the management office and politely requested to stop.
“Well, when you have a girlfriend as hot as you are, I’d like to see them try to stop me from keeping my hands off of you.”
“Um, an ex-cop not following the rules. Such a bad boy, Investigator Cole,” I click my tongue at him.
He wraps his arms around me, pulls me to him, and leans down to kiss me. The elevator doors open to the lobby and there stands our property manager. He clears his throat. We let go of each other and walk out. We smile at him as he gets on the elevator, but he doesn’t smile back. As soon as the elevator doors shut, we burst out laughing.
“Well, Sexy Lady, I have some investigating to do. You meeting Jim for dinner?”
“Yeah. I should go. The car service has been outside waiting for me.”
“Okay. I’ll see you later.” He reaches down and gives me a sweet kiss on the lips.
“See you later. I will be dreaming about you naked, in my bed, when I’m sleeping tonight.”
He smiles showing his teeth and shakes his head. I walk out of our building and get into the waiting car.
 
CHAPTER TWO
The car service is one of the many benefits of working for Mr. Garfield. I have my own car, a red Volkswagen Karmann Ghia convertible, which was in a tragic accident because of a creep that was trying to kidnap me. Warren rammed his car into my car in order to stop him. The accident did some serious damage to both our cars. Warren has a friend who owns a repair shop and both cars were restored to their original conditions. I would rather drive my car with the top down enjoying this breezy, fall evening instead of being driven around. However, I plan on having a few drinks, so the car service will come in handy.
I arrive at the restaurant ten minutes later and go inside. Fresh tortillas are baking and it smells delicious in here.
“Hola, Señorita,” the hostess greets me. She is a beautiful Mexican lady.
“I’m meeting Jim Garfield,” I smile at her.
“Sí, this way, please.”
I follow her as she leads me to the back of the restaurant into a private dining room. The room could easily seat 50 people. In the far left corner, Jim is sitting at a table. He is not alone. There is a gentlemen sitting across from him, his back is to me, and I do not recognize him. Jim glances up and notices me. He is peering over his glasses, smiling, and waving at me. I walk over to the men. As I am about to reach the table, the other gentlemen turns around and I recognize him immediately.
“Judge Whitfield, how are you?”
He stands up and embraces me. “Eli, Daisy. Let’s do away with the formalities.” He pushes me back and gives me a once over. “Wow, you look amazing.”
“Thanks. You’re charming as always.”
The Honorable Elijah “Eli” Whitfield presides over Criminal District Court, Number Three. The same one I used to clerk in. He is my former boss, in his late-thirties, charming, and very good-looking. He has chestnut brown hair, deep blue eyes, and a smile a politician would kill for. He comes from an extremely rich family and bred to be great. He was elected judge in his late twenties and is by far the sexiest one presiding in Texas. He is DFW’s most eligible bachelor and the typical all American rich playboy.
I worked for him during his first four year term. We became friends when we would hang out after work. When his docket was clear, we would go to the local country club to eat or play a round of golf. I am not much of a golfer, so I would drink cocktails and watch him play. Since he has always been so goal driven, he never takes the time to have fun. I remember him telling me once I make him act his age, and I know a side of him that no one else knows… The fun side. He would always take me as his plus one to events he would be required to attend as a judge. It was after one of these events, we both had one too many cocktails and we made out. With him being my boss and knowing his reputation with the ladies, I decided it was time to move on. We would run into each other around town, but never kept a friendship going.
I take a seat and the hostess asks, “Would you like something to drink?”
“A mojito, please.”
She nods, walks out, and shuts the door behind her.
I glance at Jim and then to Eli.
“So, what do I owe the pleasure of you joining us for dinner, Eli?”
“I wish I could say this was a pleasure visit, but it has to do with business.”
I nod my head and glance over at Jim. A waitress comes in and hands me my drink. She turns around, leaving the room, and shuts the door giving us privacy.
“Okay. So, will one of you fill me in?”
“I’m going to leave the two of you alone. I’ll be at the bar. Have the waitress come get me when you guys are done talking,” Jim says.
I peer at him in confusion as he gets up, leaving the two of us alone. I turn my attention to Eli and take a big drink of my mojito.
“Daisy, I’m hiring your boss to do some investigation work for me.”
“What does that have to do with me? I handle investigative work in criminal cases. Have you been charged with something? If so, I need to get in touch with your public affairs agent. They’re doing a hell of a job. I mean a judge who is also DFW’s most eligible bachelor being charged with a crime would definitely be in the news cycle twenty four, seven,” I chuckle.
“No, I have not been charged with a crime, yet. I’m preempting the possibility.” His face is stoic.
“What’s going on?”
“An acquaintance went missing about three weeks ago. I had an investigator look into where she had gone.”
“Oh…kay? What’s the problem?”
“She was murdered. My investigator tracked her down. As of right now, she’s in the county morgue.”
“Okay?” I shake my head and raise my eyebrows.
“It goes deeper than her being an acquaintance,” he hesitates to tell me the rest as if he is having an internal struggle with what he is about to disclose.
“Obviously, I’m here right now because you need me to help you with something. I can only help you if I know what’s going on.”
He nods his head, continuing, “I’m part of a secret society.” He stares at me trying to gauge my reaction.
“What? Like secret hand-shakes and passwords?” I am finding this unbelievable.
He cocks his head to the side. “Just listen to what I have to say.”
“Okay. I’m all ears.” I sip my drink.
“The secret society is a gathering of the most powerful men in our community. A place where we can come together as a brotherhood and maybe let off a little bit of steam similar to a gentlemen’s club. The members consist of doctors, lawyers, politicians, entrepreneurs, judges, investment bankers and news anchors.”
“Let off a little bit of steam… How?” I ask. My interest is peaked. I take another sip of my drink.
“Traditional ceremony… High stakes games…sex…those sorts of things.”
Did he just say sex? This startles me and I start to choke on my drink.
“Are you okay?” He reaches over and pats me on the back.
I put up my hands, shaking my head and coughing. “I’ll be fine. Just give me a second.” I don’t know if I am trying to catch my breath or wrap my head around a secret sex organization involving the most powerful men in Fort Worth.
“Are you better?”
“Yes, continue with what you were saying.”
“Let me tell you what I have in mind.”
I nod my head unsure if I want to know what he has in mind.
“My acquaintance is, um, was Becca Straus. She was my guest at these secret meetings. She didn’t show up to a couple and I started to get worried.”
“What made you worry? Maybe she just didn’t want to go.”
“It doesn’t work that way, Daisy. There’s an agreement between the two of us. She is considered my property.”
I start choking again.
“Are you okay? Here, have some water.”
I wave my hands up in the air and through coughs say, “No. No. I’m going to stop drinking for now.” I am trying to catch my breath, and manage to get out, “Property? What do you mean property?”
“This is a secret society for men. We each bring a woman into the organization. There is a signed agreement dictating terms. The man is labeled Priest, and the woman labeled Priestess. At these events, the Priestess takes the Priest’s last name and is considered the Priest’s property. At times there is swapping of property with other members. Everyone involved signs a nondisclosure agreement and the Priestesses get paid very well for their participation.”
“Are these women escorts?”
“No. Most of them are secretaries, assistants and college students. There are some exotic dancers.”
“What was Becca Straus?”
“She was an exotic dancer.”
“Of course she was,” I mumble.
“What does that mean?” He furrows his brow.
“Nothing. What do you need from me?” I give up trying to figure this organization out.
“I need for you to be my Priestess.”
I start choking and I am not even drinking anything. When I finally catch my breath, I say, “First of all, I’m going to have a long chat with Jim. I can’t believe he would lend me out to be a part of this secret sex organization. I have, you know… I have a boyfriend. He is huge and would not take kindly to this offer. Matter of fact. He would. Kick. Your. Ass.” I stand up. “Are we done here?”
He grabs my arm and through gritted teeth he says, “Daisy, you’re not letting me explain. You got it all wrong.”
I glance down at my arm and he lets go.
He regains his composer and continues, “I came to Mr. Garfield directly to hire you. We have a prior personal relationship and I trust you. Also, your firm has a stellar reputation in getting your clients off whatever they were wrongly accused of. Mr. Garfield doesn’t even know about the secret society. He knows the information about Becca Straus and I need his help to find out who murdered her. Specifically, I need you to do this. He knows there is something secretive I can’t share with him and he respects my privacy. Someone has murdered this girl. The cops have started investigating her murder. It will only be a matter of time before they find out I was involved with her. A murder implication alone will cause me to lose everything I have worked for. On top of that, if my involvement in this secret society gets out, I will never be elected in the public office again.” He is controlled, but there is a hint of franticness in his eyes.
I sit back down.
“What do you have in mind?” I sigh.
“I believe my Priestess’s murder is tied directly to the organization. I need you to go undercover and play the part… As my Priestess. It gives you exclusive access to investigate the entire secret organization. I need you to find out who is responsible for her murder.”
“Okay. How does this work?” So many questions are running through my head. I start rubbing my temples.
“You’ll be considered my property. Your job will consist of looking pretty and doing what I say. You’ll need to be submissive to me. I know you’re a strong willed woman and not used to being submissive. However, you’ll need to play the part convincingly. You’ll not be able to get information outside the organization. This is the best way for you to investigate the murder.”
I nod my head.
“You’ll be protected by me. No one will be allowed to put their hands you.”
“Okay, what about you and I? You said one way the men blow off steam is through sex. How are we going to play ‘Priest and Priestess’ convincingly?”
“There are private rooms that you and I will visit. No one will know what is going on behind closed doors.”
“What about me? I am well-known in our circle. I have had my face on the news.”
“You’ll be wearing a costume.”
“Excuse me. A costume? This just keeps getting better and better.”
“It is a skimpy two piece that you’ll wear underneath a cloak. The cloak has a hood and you’ll be wearing a veil to give you obscurity.”
“Oh, a skimpy two piece, where do I sign up?”
“Daisy, you’ll be paid a significant amount of money to do this.”
“Well, in that case, I feel like I am a part of the club already.”
“That isn’t what I mean. You are the only one I can trust, not only to do this job successfully, but to keep my secret to where no one finds out. I would pay any amount of money to make sure no one finds out about any of this.”
I have known Eli for many years and he is very arrogant and controlled. The man sitting before me is desperate and scared. I inhale deeply and exhale. I nod my head.
“Okay. I’ll do it.”
“Good. I’m relieved you decided to do this for me.”
He yells, “Waitress!” He is back to his controlling, demanding self.
The waitress walks in.
“Go get Mr. Garfield.”
She nods and walks out of the room.
He smiles at me.
Jim walks in and takes a seat.
“So, what’s the verdict?” He asks.
“She is going to do it,” Eli replies. His phone starts to ring. He looks down at his phone.
“If you two will excuse me, I need to take this.” Eli answers his phone, gets up from the table, and walks to the far end of the room.
I glance over at Jim knowing Warren is not going to be happy about me going undercover as someone else’s Priestess.
“One thing, what about Warren? Will he be working this case, too?”
“He’s busy with the private investigation firm. I understand you two are used to working together now and have become good friends over the past few months. However, you’re the only one privy to the full details of this case. You’re going to have to keep it completely confidential. There are aspects of this case that you can’t even share with me without Judge Whitfield’s approval. You have an ethical duty to the client. Daisy, our objective is getting him off secretly,” Jim replies.
Eli walks back up and takes a seat. “Sorry about that. What did I miss?”
“I was wondering if our criminal investigator is going to be involved.”
“Daisy, as you can understand being in the know, the less people I get involved, the less people know about my secret,” Eli chimes in.
“I agree,” Jim adds.
“Besides, I have my own investigator who I’ll be introducing you to. He’s been working the case for a few weeks now and has attended the last few meetings. I’ll have both of you working together from the inside.”
“I understand,” I sigh. This decision will make it easy on me. Luckily, confidence is a part of my job and it works to my benefit in this situation. If it comes up, I don’t have to lie to Warren. I will just tell him Jim is having me work on something confidential.
“What is the next step?” I glance at Eli.
“The meetings are held at my country home every other Thursday and Saturday on off weeks. I will have my driver pick you up Thursday at five and drive you to my country home. I will meet you there and go over everything with you before the meeting.”
I nod my head in agreement. He stands up buttoning his suit jacket and smiles. His smile is reassuring, making me forget I just agreed to be his Priestess in a secret society, where I am to parade around in a two piece in front of Fort Worth’s most powerful men.
“Until Thursday.” He nods, turns around, and walks out of the room.

Author Bio:
“I enjoy reading crime fiction and erotic romance, so my goal from the outset was to write a novel with a perfect balance of both genres portraying a strong experienced female as the main character. I have such an active imagination and I truly enjoy transcribing it into words. As I am writing, the people, places and things come to life before me and I completely lose myself. Writing is my meditation. I hope you enjoy reading my books as much as I enjoy writing them. Thank you and happy reading.”

After receiving a degree in paralegal studies, C. R. Lemons was a paralegal for many years until deciding on a career change of currently managing her award-winning, family-owned business.

As a child, she would sneak her mom’s romance novels and lose herself in them. She always had an active imagination and dreamt of sharing it through writing. This dream finally came true with her first novel Getting Him Off Quickly and continues with her second novel Getting Him Off Secretly.

C. R. Lemons is a native Texan who enjoys her coffee strong, her music rockin’ and her life full of laughter. She lives with her adorable husband, two beautiful daughters, three spoiled Chihuahuas, and one diva of a German Shepherd.

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