Famous Murders: Nick and Jacklyn by Ann Raina #EroticRomance #BDSM

A killer on the loose, an FBI-agent in love, and a famous actor in danger.

After three murders in the Washington, DC, vicinity, the FBI Agents Hayes and Beckham are assigned to solve the case. Although the murders seem incoherent at first, it becomes clear that there are connections between them. It turns out that the murderer is far from having reached the end of his deadly list.

Aside from the investigation, Agent Hayes has to find a way to get on with his demanding girlfriend and her challenging love games. Can he do both and not lose himself?

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EXCERPT

For a second, Aaron feared Steven would drive on, ignore a man in need, but then the turn signal was on, and the muscle car slowed down to stop behind Aaron’s pick-up truck. Steven let down the driver’s window and stuck out his head.

“Do you need help?” he shouted.

Aaron’s plan collided with his desire to hurt the actor and let him bleed, and for a second, he feared his voice would simply deny the words he had carefully prepared.

“Yes! Oh, I’m so glad you stopped!” Aaron reached the sedan and put a relieved smile on his face. “Steven! Oh, I didn’t expect you here. How fortunate!”

“Yeah, the studio called, and I’m back on my way to New York.”

“Ah!” Aaron swallowed and pointed back to his car. “I picked up a woman a mile down the road, and she…fainted! Imagine that! Now, I wanted to take her to the health clinic, but my car just died. I was lucky to steer it onto the shoulder before the steering wheel locked up.”

“Now, that’s a row of bad luck.” Steven shook his head, amusement in his voice.

Aaron’s fist wanted to punch the smile off his face. He panted and made wide eyes. “Would you mind taking her? I don’t know what she’s got, and I wouldn’t forgive myself if—”

“Yeah, okay. Calm down.” As expected, Steven—sighing as if the worst things on earth only happened to him—opened the door and got out, all manly and confident. “Can’t let you down here, pal?” He smiled engagingly, but he checked his watch a moment later. “I’ll take her. Did you call for a tow truck?”

“No. It just happened a few minutes ago.”

“The woman first, I see.” Steven slapped Aaron’s shoulder like he’d do with a buddy. “You’re a good guy. If you want to, I could take you, too. You know, so you could call from a nicer place than this lonely road. Cell phone might not work around here.” He rounded the large trunk toward the passenger side. “I didn’t see a car on the way so…was she on her way on foot?”

Aaron hadn’t thought of such a question, but quickly said, “Yes, she said she’d walked half a mile maybe until I stopped for her.”

Steven’s voice was full of regret. “People are uncouth and egoistic these days. What if it happened to them?” He had reached the door. “Now, let’s see if I—”

Aaron held the needle to Steven’s neck, right above the leather jacket’s collar and pressed down quickly and forcefully. Steven cried out and fell forward against the window.

“What the fuck—” He turned his head, eyes full of fear and pain. “Aaron, what—” When he reached for something to stop his fall, Aaron was clear-headed to keep him from ripping off the side mirror and guided his fall. Lying on his back, Steven stared at him, shocked. His hands trembled as he tried to grab Aaron’s arm. “What’ve you done to me?” Steven’s voice slurred, but his eyes were still open.

Aaron was anxious to have miscalculated the dose and checked quickly for witnesses, but two cars passed by without slowing down.

“Why you son of a—” The actor’s eyes closed, and his body slackened.