Goats solve their differences head-on. They don’t give the silent treatment or yell, they butt heads, and then it’s over.
Cowboy Marvin has learned humans resolve issues differently especially those romantically involved. His curiosity sparked, he has invited authors to stop by on Fridays and share a first fight from one of their books.
Cowboy Marvin has learned humans resolve issues differently especially those romantically involved. His curiosity sparked, he has invited authors to stop by on Fridays and share a first fight from one of their books.
JoAnne Myers
is here for ...
First Fight Friday
with a scene from
Murder Most Foul
Solving a grisly double homicide proves to be pure murder for the dangerously handsome FBI Agent Walker Harmon. With a suspect list involving the victims' parents, ex-lovers, Satanists, a contaminated crime scene, corrupt police, and the motorcycle gang the Devil's Disciples, circumstances turn the hunt personal, as the hunter become the prey.
Solving a grisly double homicide proves to be pure murder for the dangerously handsome FBI Agent Walker Harmon. With a suspect list involving the victims' parents, ex-lovers, Satanists, a contaminated crime scene, corrupt police, and the motorcycle gang the Devil's Disciples, circumstances turn the hunt personal, as the hunter become the prey.
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That evening,
while investigating another lead, Harmon's scanner reported a drug bust in
progress. Believing his assistance was needed; he rushed to the scene, finding
the drug house surrounded.
“How many inside?”
Harmon asked Chief Barstow.
Crouching behind
his cruiser with his officers, the chief asked, “What are you doing here? We
got this under control.”
Drawled his
weapon, the agent said, “Bull-shit! You need all the help you can get, and you
know it. Do you have tear gas?”
“We're not
equipped with that gear,” the chief replied.
“Then give me a
hand scanner,” Harmon said, accepting one from an officer. “I'll take care of
the back. You guys handle the front.” Hiding behind bushes, parked cars, and
trash cans, the chief and his men inched their way to the front door. Once they
were positioned, Harmon radioed the chief, “I'm going in,” and kicked in the
dilapidated rear door. Discovering an empty kitchen with kilos of cocaine and
scales atop a table, he edged along, gun drawn.
Suddenly, he
heard muffled cries from the utility closet and yelled through the door. “F.B.I.!
Come out with your hands up.”
“I give up. I
give up,” cried a feminine voice.
After lowering
his weapon and opening the door, out popped Deidra Sloan, armed with a meat
cleaver. Swinging wildly at the agent, she cut his forearm, knocking his pistol
from his hand.
Too busy to feel
pain, Harmon danced around the small filthy room dodging the cleaver. Knocking
over chairs, pots and pans fell to the floor, while Deidra fought like a
wildcat...until Harmon's experience prevailed and he clipped her a strong,
right cross.
Standing in the
doorway Sheriff Brown smirked. “Good exercise, wasn’t it?” he asked. “That
broad is like a bad penny that keeps turnin' up. She just won't learn. We found the rest of the gang hidin'
upstairs. We been watch’n this place for six months.”
After the deputies cuffed
everyone, to the sheriff's dismay, Harmon said, “I want to interrogate all of
them.”
“Look! I know these druggies.
They don't have nothin' to do with the dead kids,” the sheriff claimed.
“I'll be the judge of that.
I'll be at the station within the hour.”
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Murder Most Foul by JoAnne Myers
When two dismembered torsos wash up on the banks of the local river in the small industrial town of Pleasant Valley, residents are horrified. Between contradicting statements, police ineptitude, lust, lies, manipulation, incest, the motorcycle gang The Devil’s Disciples, crooked cops, and a botched crime scene, everyone becomes a suspect.
The young beautiful Jackie Reeves, a registered nurse, believes the killer is a man from her past. She contacts the dangerously handsome FBI Agent Walker Harmon. An arrest is made, but Harmon and Jackie believe an innocent man is being railroaded by local cops. How far will these lover’s go to solve this heinous crime before anymore killings. Determined to find the truth, Agent Harmon and Jackie are forced to run a gauntlet of deep trouble and turmoil, which marks them for death.
Murder Most Foul
"WICKED INTENTIONS" a paranormal/mystery anthology
"LOVES', MYTHS' AND MONSTERS'," a fantasy anthology
"THE CRIME OF THE CENTURY," a biography true-crime
“POEMS ABOUT LIFE, LOVE, AND EVERYTHING IN BETWEEN”
Other books soon available:
"TWISTED LOVE," a true-crime anthology
“FLAGITIOUS,” a detective/mystery anthology
"TWISTED LOVE," a true-crime anthology
“FLAGITIOUS,” a detective/mystery anthology
About JoAnne:
I have been a long-time
resident of southeastern Ohio ,
and worked in the blue-collar industry most of my life. Besides having several
novels under my belt, I canvas paints.
When not busy with hobbies or
working outside the home, I spend time with relatives, my dog Jasmine, and
volunteer my time within the community. I am a member of the International
Women’s Writing Guild, Savvy Authors, Coffee Time Romance, Paranormal Romance
Guild, True Romance Studios, National Writers Association, the Hocking Hill's
Arts and Craftsmen Association, The Hocking County Historical Society and
Museum, and the Hocking
Hills Regional
Welcome Center .
I believe in family values and following your dreams. My original canvas
paintings, can be found at: booksandpaintingsbyjoanne.com
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