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 Franciscos 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 colleagues 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 Jens patience. If you can imagine Shonda Rhimes (GREYS ANATOMY, SCANDAL) writing a White Lesbian cop drama, then youve pretty much got the tone of this entry in the San Francisco Mystery Series by Alexi Venice. Its got grue, cop work, interagency pissing matches, North Korean Villainy (because whats 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 storys ridiculously addictive, the characters engaging enough that you hope for the best and expect the worst, and its 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

• LGBT
• Politics
• Political

Informations

• Publié par: eBookIt.com
• Date de parution: 02 juillet 2018
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781456631727
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 1 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. Second Edition copyright © 2019. All rights reserved.
 
Published in eBook format by eBookIt.com
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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)
 
 
 
 
Dedicated to those who struggle with addiction and those who love them.
Contents
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. ” Not bothering to look up, Jen focused on the notepad resting on her knees. She vigorously erased a word, blew the erasure marks, then carefully studied the phrase, considering what word might 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. ”
Amanda searched Jen ’ s eyes. Satisfied that Jen meant what she said, Amanda leaned down and nibbled on Jen ’ s lower lip, slowly drawing it into her mouth. She was rewarded with Jen ’ s strong hands on her bare ass, kneading her glutes.
“ Don ’ t get me going, I have a meeting I can ’ t miss, ” Amanda whispered against Jen ’ s mouth.
Jen exhaled an Are-you-fucking-kidding-me? sigh. “ You ’ re the one who jumped on top of me. ”
“ Only because you ’ re so adorable 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. ”
“ 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. ”
Errant thoughts flooded Amanda ’ s 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 nose. “ 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. She had brought them over to Jen ’ s small apartment, 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. “ How can you tell? ”
“ For starters, Westway Animal Hospital called me, again, and said they ’ ve been calling you for three weeks to pick up Zane ’ s ashes. ”
Amanda dropped her toothbrush in a cup and returned to Jen ’ s side. “ I ’ m so sorry. They ’ re always closed when leave work. 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.
“ Thanks, ” Jen said.
Amanda could hear Jen opening a drawer and getting dressed. “ Are you going to CrossFit this morning? ”
“ Yeah. I have to be at Tommy ’ s in 30 minutes to pick up Kristin. He said he has to be to work early. Something important, I guess. ”
“ We ’ re going to the same meeting, ” Amanda pulled a dress over her head and turned her back to Jen for a zip.
Jen zipped, hooked the clasp, and kissed Amanda ’ s neck.
Amanda ’ s phone chimed with a text. “ Shit. Frank is already here. I gotta run. Can I steal a banana? ”
“ Of course. ” Jen followed Amanda to the kitchen.
Amanda filled a glass of water and removed a square bottle of pills from her bag. She shook one out and popped it in her mouth. After she washed it down, she smiled at Jen. “ Zantac. My stomach is killing me lately. ”
“ Did you see Susan? ” Jen asked, referring to Amanda ’ s therapist.
“ She ’ s the one who suggested Zantac. ”
“ Take it easy on the coffee. That might help. ”
Amanda grabbed her bag and tossed her iPad into it. “ I love you. See you tonight. ”
Jen gave her a peck. “ Love you too. Bye. ”
Amanda rushed out of Jen ’ s small apartment and ran down the steps to the lobby. She pushed through the doors into the cold, damp air, heavy with the fog that had rolled in overnight. Frank opened the back door of her burgundy Jaguar as soon as she hit the sidewalk. “ Good morning, Amanda. ”
“ Hi Frank. ” She slid into the back seat, where there was a hot cup of coffee in the drink holder. Aw, Frank. What would I do without you?
He got in behind the wheel. “ To the Hall of Justice? ”
“ The one and only. ”
“ When I picked up your car, I fed Zumba and let him in the house, I hope that ’ s okay, ” he said, referring to Amanda ’ s cat who liked to prowl the Sea Cliff neighborhood by night and sleep in her house during the day.
“ That ’ s perfect. Thank you. I ’ ll let him out