Sativa Strain, The San Francisco Mystery Series, Book 5

Alexi Venice

Description

A legal thriller/crime drama that tests the bonds of love and loyalty among District Attorney Amanda Hawthorne, Dr. Jen Dawson and Detective Tommy Vietti.

In Sativa Strain, Amanda carries with her the quiet confidence of a yogi, the unrelenting burden of a prosecutor, and the demons that torture the corners of her soul.

Newly re-elected as San Francisco's DA, Amanda faces her biggest internal and external foes yet when she and Detective Tommy Vietti investigate a high-profile murder implicating Kara Montiago, the CEO of a Silicon Valley tech company and candidate for President of the United States.

Sleep evades Amanda as she obsesses over the specter of a respected colleague's involvement in the toxic murder scheme. Navigating the shoals of SFPD corruption, Tommy and Amanda learn that Kara Montiago is a philandering, Sativa-smoking dominatrix who preys on male subordinates at her company.

Amanda is especially vulnerable during her outpatient drug rehab therapy, fighting urges that tempt her day and night. Battling her desire to control everything around her, Amanda rekindles her relationship with Dr. Jen Dawson, the love of her life, testing the boundaries of Jen's patience.

"If you can imagine Shonda Rhimes (GREY'S ANATOMY, SCANDAL) writing a White Lesbian cop drama, then you've pretty much got the tone of this entry in the San Francisco Mystery Series by Alexi Venice. It's got grue, cop work, interagency pissing matches, North Korean Villainy (because what's a cop drama without The Fiendish Whiff of Fu Manchu?), sex scenes, violence, and as much Soap Opera as a typical Shondaland Production...like the Shonda Rhimes shows I mentioned above, the story's ridiculously addictive, the characters engaging enough that you hope for the best and expect the worst, and it's certainly never dull." Bookbub – D Binder for Stabscotch (April 2018)

"All four books are 5 Star! If you love women and you love San Francisco, there is absolutely nothing better than this series. Some of the best writing available to LGBTQ readers, this story really does have it all - mystery, action, narrative, rhythm, characters you love and hate, and GREAT sex scenes. This writer very accurately describes the intense emotions and inner thoughts of two women in love." Amazon 5 stars - PJC for Tinted Chapstick (May 23, 2018)

Sujets

• Policier & Thriller
• Thriller
• LGBTQ+
• Lesbian
• Fiction

Informations

• Publié par: eBookIt.com
• Date de parution: 02 juillet 2018
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781456631727
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 3 Mo

Extrait

“If you can imagine Shonda Rhimes (GREY'S ANATOMY, SCANDAL) writing a White Lesbian cop drama, then you've pretty much got the tone of this entry in the San Francisco Mystery Series by Alexi Venice. It's got grue, cop work, interagency pissing matches, North Korean Villainy (because what's a cop drama without The Fiendish Whiff of Fu Manchu?), sex scenes, violence, and as much Soap Opera as a typical Shondaland Production…like the Shonda Rhimes shows I mentioned above, the story's ridiculously addictive, the characters engaging enough that you hope for the best and expect the worst, and it's certainly never dull.” Bookbub – D Binder for Stabscotch (April 2018)

“All four books are 5 Star! If you love women and you love San Francisco, there is absolutely nothing better than this series. Some of the best writing available to LGBTQ readers, this story really does have it all - mystery, action, narrative, rhythm, characters you love and hate, and GREAT sex scenes. This writer very accurately describes the intense emotions and inner thoughts of two women in love.” Amazon 5 stars - PJC for Tinted Chapstick (May 23, 2018)

Copyright © 2018 Alexi Venice. All rights reserved.

Published in eBook format by eBookIt.com http://www.eBookIt.com

ISBN-13: 978-1-4566-3172-7

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, corporations, countries, medicines and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental. Professionally edited by Rob Bignell at Inventing Reality Editing Service.inventingrealityediting.wordpress.com/home

Books by Alexi Venice

The San Francisco Mystery Series Bourbon Chase, Book 1 Amanda’s Dragonfly, Book 2 Stabscotch, Book 3 Tinted Chapstick, Book 4 Sativa Strain, Book 5

Empty Nest Does Not Mean Naked Nest! The book based on Venice’s blog by the same name.

The Pepper McCallan Series Ebola Vaccine Wars Svea’s Sins Victus – Margaret River Winery (Part I) Margaret River Winery (Part II)

Venice also writes a blog calledEmpty Nest Does Not Mean TM Naked Nest

Dedicated to those who struggle with addiction and those who love them.

Contents

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36 Chapter 37

Chapter 38 Chapter 39 Chapter 40 Chapter 41 Chapter 42

Chapter 1

San Francisco Sunset District “I still can’t believe someone stole the burner phone from my clutch at the election party.” Amanda paced Jen’s bedroom, her long, black curls turbaned in one towel and another wrapped around her petite body. “It’s been a month,” Jen said. “No one has tried to blackmail you, so I think it was lost, not stolen. It’s probably in a landfill somewhere.” Scribbling on the notepad resting on her knees, Jen didn’t bother looking up. She vigorously erased a word, blew the erasure marks, then carefully studied the phrase to consider what word would take its place. “You don’t understand. Every day I live in fear that my nude selfie will be plastered all over the Internet.” Amanda dropped her towels on the floor, her magnificent nude body interrupting Jen’s concentration. “At this point, who cares? You won the election. Besides, you’re fucking hot in that pic.” Jen set her notepad aside and spread her arms. “Do you think?” Amanda peeled back the blanket and eased herself on top of Jen. “You know I do.” She searched Jen’s eyes. Satisfied that Jen meant what she said, Amanda leaned down and nibbled on Jen’s sumptuous lower lip, slowly drawing it into her mouth. She was rewarded with Jen’s strong hands on her bare ass, kneading, as Jen pulled her closer. “Don’t get me going, I have a meeting I can’t miss,” Amanda whispered against Jen’s mouth. Jen exhaled anAre-you-fucking-kidding-me?“You’re the one sigh. who jumped on top of me.” “Only because you’re so affectionate in the morning.” Amanda saw a playful glint in Jen’s eyes and rethought the meeting. Jen moved her fingers to Amanda’s thighs, tickling her way to the enchanted contours that brought Amanda so much pleasure. Amanda purred like a cat and writhed against Jen’s hand.Fuck being on time. When Jen found what she was looking for, Amanda spasmed in surrender, allowing the electric jolt to travel down to her toes. “Oh, God…” “Is this what you’re looking for?” Jen whispered. She swirled her tongue in Amanda’s ear while playing with her gem so deftly that Amanda’s insides coiled into a knot of ravenous desire. Tumbling and rolling, she lost her bearings while focusing on Jen’s touch. A wave of delicious pleasure overtook her, and a long minute later, she washed ashore in a limp heap. Satisfied. Feeling guilty that she didn’t have the time to return the favor, Amanda lay atop Jen for a few minutes to catch her breath. “Thank you. That was the bomb.” “You’re such a turn-on when you come for me like that.” Jen massaged Amanda’s lower back.

“Masterful,” Amanda sighed. “I’m a slave to your every desire.” “Remember that tonight.” Jen kissed the top of Amanda’s head through her thick curls. “Didn’t you say you have a meeting?” “I do, but I’m paralyzed from the waist down.” Amanda raised her head from Jen’s chest, her eyes dancing like the devil’s. “Think of your favorite fantasy, and I’ll make it come true tonight.” Jen squinted. “Promises, promises.” Amanda looked into Jen’s blue eyes, dark with lust. “You have my word.” “Well, then. I might have to shop for an outfit for you.” Amanda’s pulse quickened, errant thoughts flooding her mind. “Now I’ll obsess all day about what you have in store for me.” “Good. That’s what I want you thinking about while you’re at work,” Jen kissed Amanda’s forehead. “Will you be home in time for dinner tonight?” “I don’t know what my afternoon schedule looks like, and I have to swing by my house to get some clothes.” Amanda buried her face in Jen’s neck, giving her one last kiss, then sat up. She picked up her towels. They were, literally, her towels, since she had brought them over, preferring her extra soft bath towels to Jen’s. “Kristin and I will be here. I invited Tommy and Cy for dinner too. Is that okay with you?” “Of course. You know how I feel about them. Anytime.” Amanda walked to the bathroom to do hair and makeup. “I was thinking of making a lasagna,” Jen said from bed. “I love everything you make. Want me to pick up a bottle of Chianti and bread from Molinari’s?” “Tommy and Cy are bringing those. Besides, you seem really busy, and a tad distracted, with work.” Amanda peeked her head around the doorjamb. “Really? How can you tell?” “For starters, Westway Animal Hospital called me—again—and said they’ve been calling you to pick up Zane’s ashes for three weeks.” Amanda’s stomach flipped. She dropped her toothbrush in a cup and returned to the bed. “I’m so sorry. They’re always closed when I come home. I need to swing by on my way to work—or maybe at noon. I want to spare you the trauma of doing that, but now I’ve caused more pain for you. I’ll do it this week. I promise.” “I understand. I know your life is crazy. Why don’t I just do it?” Jen said softly. Amanda ran her knuckles down the side of Jen’s face. “No. I promised, so I will. Trust me.” “Thank you.” Amanda returned to the bathroom. “It’s the least I can do. You’ve been through enough.” Jen and Kristin had survived a terrorist attack, but Zane had been shot and died, and Grandpa Cy had taken a bullet to his stomach.