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Snatch the Heat!

Tiberius Preston was walking hard-on. Hot ass, hot tits, hot snatch and hot lips, was the playground of his pleasure. He may have been over a decade older than Miranda Grayson was, but his lust made up for the ascent of years. Keeping in optimum shape by lifting weights, holding a black belt in karate, and jogging through St. James Park many times a week was definitely a plus in attracting younger women in his life.

Powder blue bikini briefs covered a slim patch of pubic hair, as she lifted legs upward, rolled fabric off and threw them with carefree flair in his direction. Garment landed atop polished, black leather shoes as he reached downward and used his nimble left hand to scoop it up towards his mouth.

“Ya’ like my taste, boy?”

Not letting that coy question go unanswered, he winked, “Oh, I am going to ….” Flipping fabric behind himself and onto a chair in the far corner of the bedroom, man of want clasped bare right limb and pulled her to the foot of the bed where he was situated, “…Feast on you”.

Kiss ankle, kiss calve, kiss thigh, kiss ass; Tiberius’s mouth experienced harmony in making contact with soft skin again and again….

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A sexy lady with a fire inside has two men as different as dusk and dawn entering her life. Both men are sexy without a doubt. Will she choose lust, or will she choose love? Maybe, it’s destiny that gives her that fateful shove. Out of a person’s hands they sometimes have little control on how the play of their destiny is cast in “Bad Guys Finish Fast & Good Guys Finish Last”.

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HER NAME WAS LISA

A Man At The Crossroads

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Detective Hank Adler’s life had become a deck of consternation and confusion, as his problems with women were stacking up.

Twin card of disappointment was an acrimonious divorce, combined with a rebellious daughter’s relationship with a reckless beau, was what frayed upon this father’s nerves. Beyond Hank’s strained family ties, there was a card of pleasure in the shapely form of a raven-haired, restless lover.

Set in his ways; Adler was far from being an enlightened man, as a crimp in this alpha’s armor was a new partner which he didn’t want to be burdened with in doing his own heavy lifting on the job and hers too. Murder victim being the wife of wealthy man, propelled the brass at police headquarters into pressuring Adler and his new partner to find the killer in a snap.

For all this man was in the process of dealing with – ex-wife, daughter, lover, partner, murder victim; his worry with women seemed to be a set of five cards of discontentment.

The last thing that Detective Hank Adler needed was another card placed upon the deck of disruption that could upend his agitated life even further.

With that reshuffling deck of chaos in his life, a new card turned up; one which could put an investigation of Hank Adler himself in the middle of his current case.

Her name was Lisa.

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“I didn’t mean to step over a line in what I just said. It’s just the way it is”. In somewhat of a roundabout way, Hank Adler was attempting an apology to her.

“Adler, you can really be a rotten son of a bitch”, Martin’s tone was not that of a weak woman being offended by his arrogant rambling; but a fellow member of law enforcement who had earned the right to be where she was in her career at that moment, “You talk to me about pulling weight…” She took a deep breath and gave insight on her own pathway, “At first, I didn’t want to let Freddy down on his faith he’d shown in me. And, from there, I didn’t want to let myself down by not giving 110%”. Stephanie Martin wasn’t about boasting or bragging on herself and the abilities she brought to the job, but stood firm in who she was, “Hank, the job has a way of twisting you in knots and pulling you apart. People don’t know the sacrifices we make to wear the badge, live by the badge. And, we are put in places that bring us to the brink of dying for the badge”.

Stephanie actually made a breakthrough with those words to the man sitting next to her as the ice finally melted between them for the first time they’d been together. She lifted the bottle of beer to her lips and sipped slowly.

Hank pulled the dark brown wallet out of the back pocket of his pants and removed a slender item, “My baby girl”, Showing a picture of his daughter in pigtails at age 11 to her, “Deana”.

Stephanie placed her beer onto the counter and remarked at the young woman in the picture, “Pretty girl”.

Hank tapped the image with his fingers and exhaled over the oncoming reality of his daughter being of legal age very soon, “She’s turning 18 at the end of the year and hates me”.

“She doesn’t hate you, Hank”, Stephanie shook her head when thinking back to when she was turning that age, “She’s just trying to spread her wings”.

“You say spread her wings like its’ a good thing”, Hank’s disbelief was evident on his face and in tone of speech.

“If she hated you, she would have never reached out to you, Hank”, She supportively spoke.

Hank felt a sense of defeat in not being able to make everything right for his relationship with Deana, “Some things you can’t fix”.

“You’ve got time, Hank”, Martin tried to show the positive aspect of having another chance in being a positive force in his daughter’s life.

“Maybe not, Steph”, Hank thought about his promise to Deana and if it could be possible to make amends for the type of father he’d been to her; even as far as what was done by going to see Chucky Wilson to set things straight.

Stephanie wasn’t going to pry beyond the surface of what Hank had told her about the state of Deana’s current life. But, she felt a smidgen of obligation to lay out the cards of her own life on the table to him, “Talking about Freddy, I didn’t tell you the whole story”, She touched back upon day of dire consequences, “We were on an undercover sting and it went to shit”, Reaching behind herself, she pulled a bottle of pills out of the left, back jeans pocket, “You see these, Hank”, She shook the prescription bottle slightly, allowing the pills to make a swirling sound inside, “I’ve been taking them ever since I was discharged from the hospital after my…” Single word of deepest loss escaped her lips, “…Miscarriage”, She bit her bottom lip bitten to stunt any flow of tears.

Adler’s voice fell low, “Stephanie, I-I didn’t know”.

A whisper came, “Nobody did”, Gathering her bearings, “Up until now it was only Carrello”, She continued, “And, now you, Hank”, Stephanie paused, “I didn’t tell you this for sympathy or any kind of gut punch effect”, A bit stunned over her own revelation to him, she wanted Hank to realize the gift he had in having child to maintain a connection, “You see, there’s always hope. Even when you might not see it directly in front of your eyes in this moment, it’s there”.

“What if it’s too late to turn things around for me and Deana?” Hank brushed right hand through is graying hair, “Maybe it’s too many missed teacher meets, school plays, pageants, or whatever the fuck they call those moments a father’s supposed to be there for his kid”.

“If there’s a crumb of a chance to patch things up with your relationship with Deana, take it, Hank”, Her advice was clear, as was the firmness in her voice, “Even if today or next week she doesn’t want to talk to you; keep pushing. She’s going to need her father. Whether or not you may think she does”, She began to nod head in knowing how it felt to once be on that cusp of womanhood and thinking of having all the answers to being an adult, Stephanie added, “She needs you, Hank.

Even after making that promise to Deana in the bucolic atmosphere of the grounds of Morningside Meadows, he remained unsure of how things would turn out. Hank thought back to his own failings as a father, “When Deana was a little girl, she actually used to look up to me”, He let out a half-hearted chuckle in thinking back to those days and how far ago it seemed in the present, “Can you imagine my kid was proud to have me as her father?” Needing some liquid fortitude in continuing this conversation, Hank lifted his beer and swallowed heavily, “And, her mother…” He could only scoff when thinking of that fractured relationship with Paula, “Well, that’s another thing all together”, He placed the half empty bottle down onto the counter.

Martin wasn’t going to touch the subject of an ex-wife with Adler, but remained more than eager and raring to go with speaking about his daughter, “If you want to be a father to Deana”, She shrugged her shoulders, “Then be a father to your daughter, Hank”, Stephanie placed her elbows onto the bar with a sense of ease in motion, “Won’t be simple, won’t be easy. But, it is possible”, Reclaiming her beer and taking a few more sips, voicing her opinion on the unflappability of youth, “You may think you’ve got all the time in the world and nothing can stop you when you’re younger, is probably what Deana is thinking”, As a woman knowing from first-hand experience and heartbreak how life could turn on a dime, her words had poignancy when she spoke to him, “Second chances are miracles and if she picked up that phone to talk to you or want to see you”, Martin held to out a branch of possibility to this faltering father, “Accept the miracle, Hank”.

Hank smirked with disbelief to her, “No questions asked?”

Tension was visibly released as she exhaled, “Not a one, Adler”, Broad smile came to Stephanie’s face, as she relaxed and finished her beer.

As their conversation continued a while longer, they gazed out that window at the sun setting in the horizon. Stephanie popped a few peanuts to snack on, while Hank looked at the ocean waves.

A brief thought of standing in the Ellis’ master bedroom came to this man’s mind when gazing out of Landon’s window. Having been in the presence of a man who seemingly was steel of exterior as Desmond Ellis appeared to be, was in actuality just a wounded being of broken heart and bruised soul; this embittered detective knew of that reality. In some ways, Hank Adler for all his outward bluster was fragile also.

Relaying the outlines of truth about Deana had cautiously been stirred into the mix of this conversation at sunset to get Martin off his back, as seeing Lisa again face to face became burnished in Hank’s soul.

He had to forget her and hope she would forget where he was seen side by side with Lomaxx outside of Ginger’s. High hopes were Hank’s.

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BOOK SERIES OVERVIEW

Book One - Detective Hank Adler, veteran of the Palo Alto Police Department and his new partner, Detective Stephanie Martin have just begun a high-profile murder investigation of the murdered wife of a real estate tycoon.

In the first two chapters (“Grind” and “Shape of Things”) of “Her Name Was Lisa”, Hank Adler’s past and present is unfolded.

Book Two - For Hank Adler, being a cop was a road of ease; find them, cuff them, read them their rights, and throw away the key. On the other hand; as for being a family man with a wife and daughter, that was a rocky road which led towards an acrimonious divorce and an addiction leading to a rehab center.

In the third and fourth chapters (“Valleys & Bridges” and “Clear”) of “Her Name Was Lisa”; a parents’ promise, leads to an unforeseen chain of consequences.

Book Three - Detectives Adler and Martin have a double murder investigation added to their caseload, as Hank comes face to face with the unlikeliest person who could blow his career apart in a single revelation – Lisa.

In the fifth and sixth chapters (“Lisa” and “Straight No Chaser”) of “Her Name Was Lisa”, Hank Adler’s world is shaken by a woman who would change his life forever.

Book Four - As the murder investigation into the murders at Ginger’s heats up, what Lisa reveals to Detective Hank Adler upturns his life and leads him and his partner into danger.

In the seventh and eighth chapters (“Upturned” and “Get Low”) of “Her Name Was Lisa”, Hank Adler has a choice to make of whether being a pariah or protector of Lisa. As bullets start to fly, self-preservation is paramount for a weary soul.

Book Five - Lovers, liars, lawbreakers, heartbreakers are all in a deck to be dealt with inside the world of Detective Hank Adler.

Question is, are they aces or jokers?

In the stunning finale of “Her Name Was Lisa”; a fallen soul rises to a personal triumph, as the road to redemption is filled with doubts, detours, and determination.

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Man of the ages is whom Zelenskyy is, as his actions and words have exemplified an elevated courage, sobriety, and a thoughtful sense of a connective brilliance of communication to whomever he addresses beyond the borders of his homeland. 

So, when Vladimir Putin dabbles in his usual double-speak about being ready to go to the negotiating table for some sort of ‘peace talks’ with Ukraine, it is coming from a man who set this horrible war of destruction in motion against his neighboring country. He doesn’t want peace at all. He wants capitulation. And, that sure as anything isn’t going to be happening, as long as the sky is blue and the sunflowers bloom. 

Even using that word ‘peace’ is a mockery of the monstrous invasion that has been taking place since February 24th, 2022. Oh no, Vladdy, when an honest level of negotiation for a settlement of peace comes, it will not be at your behest or suggestion. It will be at the designation of those who have suffered under the harrowing boot of your tanks, bombs, and bloodthirsty soldiers you’ve sent to crush Ukraine to the earth. 

The Ukrainian spirit is not that of a flimsy paper tiger which can be easily blown away and disintegrated by Putin’s tactics. For each and every Ukrainian, the fight is down to a sense of pride that is rooted deep within them. It may be Vladimir Putin’s war, but it is the Ukrainian heart that is going to be victorious in the battle. 
“We will give our last shirt, we will give everything we have for what is in our heart. That is why we will fight for our statehood to the last - the last breath, the last bullet, the last soldier. Not ours, but the enemy's. We will live to fight and fight to live. We will not give up until we drive the last occupier out of our home. We will not stop until we liberate the last meter of Ukrainian land. We will not rest until we liberate our last village, our last house, our last well, our last cherry tree, our last willow tree!” – President Volodymyr Zelenskyy
Wednesday, December 21st, 2022 marked a momentous day for the both the Biden administration and Ukraine, as President Zelenskyy made his way out from his war-torn country for the first time since the Russian invasion began for a visit to the White House to meet with President Joseph Biden. Although a dangerous journey out of Ukraine and into Poland, the Ukrainian President made it safely onto the shores of America. 
As the motorcade rolled onto the grounds of the White House, President Biden and First Lady Dr. Jill Biden stood with smiles and anticipation in welcoming President Zelenskyy. Then, as the three of them greeted one another, it was the beginning of a monumental day for a man who had travelled far.  

Not just physically from across the Atlantic, but from how he was seen by the world just a few years earlier when first elected to the presidency of Ukraine. Questions about whether he was a stand-up type of guy swirled around him. And, I’m not talking about that of being a comedic stand-up; but, a man who could stand up to the pressures of his elected position, both internally and externally…..
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More Marcel Marceau than Edgar Bergen is the situation that gets played out again and again. It doesn’t matter what the speaker is saying, for you can just mute the audio and focus on the visual only. ...
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I go back to Tip O’Neill’s quote about all politics being local to make the point that Liz Cheney is as the motto says: “Proudly Working for Wyoming‟. The people of her district in Wyoming are her constituents and she has the duty to advocate for them as any other politician from any district would.

That being said, I want to be fair as I write this article about someone whom I politically disagree. But, that does not mean I will close my eyes, my ears or my mind in avoiding one aspect of Liz Cheney’s public stance and duty which all that have taken the oath in defending the Constitution against all enemies, foreign and domestic.

I will be straight up and admit that I am a liberal who may not agree with Rep. Liz Cheney’s political stances. Okay, so she’s not a darling of the left or even trying to be. Clearly without rose colored glasses on, I know this is the reality. She makes no apologies about her ideology and I respect that.

So, why am I as a liberal giving a few words of respect or even a moment of applause for Rep. Liz Cheney? She doesn’t need an atta’ girl or pat on the back from anyone on the Democrat side of the ledger to make her feel some sense of being whole. This is not why I am writing this article. This is about how a person is treated by their own ilk, or those who are of the same commiserating kind when they decided to speak their conscience and take a position completely opposite to the grain.

Give props where props are due. I don’t need to go overboard in a wishy-washy Valentine for a conservative, but only to give a thumbs-up for another American citizen who has spoken truth to power……………
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“The Lost Winter of Lyla Strauss” – Historical Adventure 
 In this coming of age story, set in the Yukon of the year 1850: fur trapper and orphan he raised come face to face with the transformative dimensions of their relationship, from tragedies through time’s passage. Escaping the world of his past, Dancy Ruelaix ventured into the solitude of wilderness. Wanting to evade opening his heart to another human being, he always thought he never needed anyone. But, there was one person who could not live without him. Her name was Lyla Strauss. A season of change comes in “The Lost Winter of Lyla Strauss”.
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Valerina thought desire would never grace her doorstep ever again after her husband died. Then, a stranger with a carefree spirit arrived at the vineyard. His name was Gio. Possibilities ripen in “Valerina’s Vineyard”.
“Bad Guys Finish Fast & Good Guys Finish Last” – Contemporary Erotica 
A sexy lady with a fire inside has two men as different as dusk and dawn entering her life. Both men are sexy without a doubt. One has a hint of spice and dangerous pride to the manor born; while the other has a gentle heart so warm and confidence that has a cool charm. Will she choose lust or will she choose love? Maybe, it’s destiny that gives her that fateful shove. Out of a person’s hands they sometimes have little control on how the play of their destiny is cast in “Bad Guys Finish Fast & Good Guys Finish Last”.
“Her Name Was Lisa” – Contemporary Crime Thriller 
Detective Hank Adler’s life had become a deck of consternation and confusion, as his problems with women were stacking up. For all this man was in the process of dealing with – ex-wife, daughter, lover, partner, murder victim; his worry with women seemed to be a set of five cards of discontentment. With that reshuffling deck of chaos in his life, a new card turned up; one which could put an investigation of Hank Adler himself in the middle of his current case. Her name was Lisa.

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HE ONCE WAS – He once was that passionate troubadour of small stage and festival – His smile lit up the faces of those gathered on nights of years ago – His fans were many, yet few knew him true – A lovely lady with a twinkle in her eyes in the second row held his heart – She knew his tale – Coming out from the Midwest somewhere was from where his journey began to be seated on that stage there – Voice has fallen low as the years have grown – Fans once young and vibrant have grayed a bit too –The lady in his life had become his wife – A duet of joy brought about a baby boy – He once was a man about the world on tour – Yet, he decided to leave the road for love and family – But, a man like him could never be a bore – Troubadour of the globe now performs only for a lucky pair – Sentimental love songs have gone out the window, as toddler favorites have taken the space – An artist such as he has been blessed with heaven’s greatest grace – He once was the worlds’ – He is now theirs.  ---   Designed by A.H, Scott, “He Once Was”. 

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