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Read an excerpt from What Happens in Vegas…

Hôtel Le Sereno
Saint Barthélemy

“Ooooh,” moaned Tessa Fields. “That’s the good stuff.”

A set of powerful, yet graceful, hands kneaded the muscles of her legs. Another worked to relieve the stress in her shoulders. A final pair massaged and unkinked her back.

She sipped her vodka and cranberry juice through a straw. From the rooftop of the pricey resort she watched the setting sun paint the sky pink and orange.

A hand rose perilously high on her thigh.

“Careful, you’re getting close to the danger zone.”

“Oui, Mademoiselle,” came the reply. The hand moved lower and stroked the back of her left shin.

She sucked on the straw and produced a slurping sound. Her glass was empty. “Drink break, boys.”

The massages stopped.

Tessa sat up, her impressive breasts nearly spilling out of the towel wrapped around her midsection. The white towel was in stark contrast with the deep tan she had earned on her weeklong stay in the Caribbean paradise.
She held out the glass and shook. “Another.”

A buff man in a too-tight t-shirt and shorts grabbed the glass. “Oui.”

“Remember, plenty of ice,” Tessa called out as the man dashed off.

“Okay back to it, boys.” She lay down and the hands resumed their magic touch. The sun disappeared from the horizon, the crystal blue water turned dark. A gentle breeze blew filling the air with the scent of the sea. Tessa closed her eyes and smiled. Not quite asleep, but not fully awake, she wished this moment could last forever.

“Delmar, Gilen, Phillipe! What is this?” the angry voice jolted Tessa from her temporary heaven. The hands stopped.

Tessa opened her eyes to see a red-faced, sputtering man.

“Mademoiselle Fields requested a massage.”

“From all three of you?”

“Four. Tabor is refilling her drink.”

The man shook his head. “We have other guests. Mademoiselle Upton and Monsieur Verlander have been waiting thirty minutes. They are furious. Phillipe, Gilen, go to their bungalow right now.”

“Wait, fellas.” Tessa sat up and locked eyes with the red-faced man. “You are the manager?”

“Oui, I am Allain LaCroix.”

“Well, Allain, my fellas—er—your men are doing an excellent job. Don’t berate them. They all deserve raises.”

“I am pleased you are pleased.”

“Then what is the problem?” asked Tessa.

“The other guests would like a massage as well.”

“I paid for the all-inclusive package. That included unlimited massages.” She looked over the handsome masseuses. “And the men certainly don’t seem to mind.”

They grinned goofily.

“But the other guests have expectations as well,” said the manager.

“Perhaps we could come to an understanding,” said Tessa. She picked up her necklace from the table and slipped in around her neck.

“Oui, an understanding.”

She ran a finger down the necklace to the crystal pendant. “Yes, I think if you listen to what I have to say…”

The manager’s eyes followed Tessa’s finger as she traced the necklace chain.

“You will find my suggestions reasonable and appropriate…

“Just listen to—”

“I am li—”

“Shh…” Tessa put a finger to his lips. “No talking. Just listen to Tessa…

“And look into my eyes…

“You’ll find that easy to do…

“Just listening to my words…

“Listening to my voice…

“As your mind empties…

“No worries…

“No cares…

“No thoughts…

“Just my haunting words…

“Echoing in your empty mind…”

The manager stared emptily in her eyes. His breathing was regular and shallow.

“It feels so good to have me in your head…

“It feels so good to hear me in your head…

“Nothing you’d rather do…

“Than let my soft words caress your mind…

“Tough your thoughts…

“Stroke your emotions…

“And lead you down into deep hypnosis…

“Vacant…

“Empty…

“Blank…

“Mindless…

“Helpless…

“Wanting nothing more…

“To go deeper into trance…

“Deeper into hypnosis…

“Deeper under my spell…”

Tessa snapped her fingers three times in quick succession. The manager’s eyelids fluttered.

“So hard to keep your eyes open…

“You try, but you are just so tired…

“Desperate to close them…

“Desperate to sleep for Tessa…

“Eyelids so heavy…

“Like lead weights…

“Heavy…

“Heavy…

“Heavy…

“Now I am going to count down from ten…

“And when I reach zero…

“You will fall into that deep dreamy sleep that you crave…

“Ten…

“Spiraling down…

“Nine…

“Twisting and twirling…

“Eight…

“Falling so fast…

“Seven…

“Unable to resist…

“Six…

“My voice deep in your mind…

“Five…

“The more you fight it…

“Four…

“The sleepier you get…

“Three…

“So weak now…

“Two…

“So helpless…

“One…

“Time to surrender…

“Zero…”

Tessa raised her hands to the sides of the manager’s head.

“Deep sleep now.”
Her fingers just inches from his ears snapped in quick succession. His eyes slammed shut. He swayed. She smiled.

“I am now talking directly to your subconscious…

“I am reprogramming your mind…

“To make you attentive to my needs…

“Eager to obey my commands…

“And desperate to please me…”

A blank smiled appeared on the manager’s face.

“Good boy…

“You want to please Tessa…

“It gives you immense pleasure to make me happy…

“Anything I request…

“Anything I desire…

“You will immediately see that it is done…

“And each action you take to please me…

“Reinforces just how good it feels to be in service to me…

“Is there any greater joy…

“Any greater feeling…

“Than to be hard at work for me?…

“You want to serve Tessa…

“You need to serve Tessa…

“You must serve Tessa…

“You will serve Tessa…”

More finger snaps.

Tessa leaned close now and whispered in his ear.

“You will do whatever I ask…

“You will be consumed with desire to please me…

“My slightest wish will become your deepest desire…

“You live to serve me…

“You adore me…

“You worship me…”

His body shook. Tessa smiled.

“Time to wake up now…

“Counting up to five…

“One…

“Starting to wake up…

“Two…

“Becoming aware…

“Three…

“Eyelids fluttering open…

“Four…

“Almost there…

“Five…

“Wide awake now!” More finger snaps.

The manager’s eyes opened. He looked at Tessa with unbridled adoration. He smiled and dropped to his knees. “How may I serve you Mademoiselle Tessa?”

“First, no more trouble about how many masseuses I have.”

“Oui, you may have as many as you desire.”

“Second, I’d like my all my drinks comped.”

“Oui, consider it done.”

“And I want to go parasailing tomorrow morning.”

“If I may be permitted to go, I will make the arrangements.”

“Very well,” said Tessa. She dismissed the manager with a wave of her hand.

He stood, bowed and ran off.

“Now where’s my drink?”

“Right here, Mademoiselle Tessa.” The man rushed up and handed her the glass.

She looked at his name badge: Tabor. “Well done, Tabor.” She looked him up and down: Sandy hair, bright blue eyes, muscled barely contained by his shirt and shorts. “Stick around. I might have use for you later.”

He grinned and bowed his head.

“Back to work, fellas.” Tessa lay down and the hands returned to eradicating the stress and tension from her body.
Just as she closed her eyes, her iPhone chirped. What now? She was certain she put it on vibrate. She grabbed the phone. She was right. It was set for vibrate, but a priority message from T.R.A.N.C.E. West Coast Headquarters overrode the settings.

Alpha Alert! Return to Santa Cruz with all deliberate speed. Conrad

Tessa sighed. She glanced from the masseuses to the stars in the night sky. She gulped her drink and frowned. This had better be the end of the world, or there would be Hell to pay.


What Happens in Vegas… (Tessa Fields: Femme Fatale, Book 3) will be published in October

Read an Excerpt from What Happens in Cairo…

Here’s a teaser from book 2 of the Tessa Fields: Femme Fatale Series:

Benecia, California

“Meow!”

The orange-and-white-striped kitten peered down from his perch on the branch of a Modesto Pine some thirty feet above street level.

Tessa Fields stared back up. “Don’t worry, little kitty. Help is on the way.” She was dressed in a low-cut periwinkle blouse, floral skirt and strappy sandals. She wore hair down; a gold necklace with a crystal pendant completed her look.

“Meow!”

Mrs. Catlin, a seventy-something neighbor of Tessa’s, stopped at the cry, squinted up at the tree and said, “How did that kitten manage to climb that high?”

“I know, it’s baffling,” said Tessa. “But I have complete confidence the fire department will be able to get him down.”

“Fire Department?” scoffed the elderly lady. “I didn’t think they rescue cats struck in trees any longer.”

“They still do.” Tessa smiled knowingly. “If you ask them just right.”

As if on cue, a siren wailed. A ladder truck, with lights flashing, raced down the street, pulled over and stopped.

A man in bulky fire gear jumped out of the truck. “I’m looking for Tessa Fields.”

“That’s me,” said Tessa flashing a dazzling smile.

“Lt. Karl Maxwell, Benecia Fire Company #33, at your service.” He bowed his head a smidge. “Now where’s our stuck kitty?”

“Up there.” Tessa pointed.

“Meow!” cried the kitten.

Maxwell lifted his face mask, revealing silver-blue eyes, and stared up into the tree, “He’s pretty high. Wonder how he managed that.”

“Yeah, it’s a real puzzler,” agreed Tessa.

“But it’s no problem. My men and I will have him down in a jiff.”

Tessa locked eyes with the fireman’s. “Lieutenant…”

“Call me, Karl”

“Karl, there no risk of fire and it’s awfully warm today.” She reached out and fiddled with the collar of his coat. “Are you sure you wouldn’t be more comfortable out of this bulky fire gear?”

The firefighter was entranced by the intense green of Tessa’s eyes. He watched her fingers casually play with her hair, revealing a diamond stud earring that reflected in the sunlight.

The sun! He could feel the hot sun beating down on him, the sweat dripping down his back. Her words echoed in his mind. It was against regulations. But he was just so hot. And Tessa’s words made perfect sense.

He smiled at her, showing two rows of perfect white teeth. “Yes, Tessa. I think you’re right.” He removed his helmet revealing a full head of surfer-blonde hair. He stripped off his protective coat and pants to reveal a blue t-shirt and matching shorts. His arms and legs were tanned and muscular. His shirt read “Firemen do it while wearing rubber.”

“I bet your men might feel the same way,” said Tessa.

Maxwell didn’t hesitate. “Right you are, Tessa.” He shouted at his crew. “Jefferson, Kim, Ramirez, Running Wolf” ditch your gear. This is just a cat stuck in a tree.”

“Meow!”

The men shed their helmets, coats, pants and boots.

Smorgasbord thought Tessa, as she gazed at the firefighters. African American, Asian, Hispanic, and Native American. Chiseled muscles visible through their tight t-shirts, attested to the their fitness.

Even old Mrs. Catlin couldn’t help but gawk this impressive display of male physiques.

“Meow!”

Okay, men let’s rescue this kitten,” said Maxwell. He barked out orders. “Kim, block off traffic. Jefferson, maneuver the truck into place. Ramirez, you’ve got ladder control. And Running Wolf, you’re going up to retrieve our wayward kitty.”

Kim set up a line of orange cones closing off the lane.

Jefferson brought the truck under the tree and close to the curb.

The ladder rose slowly from the truck into the tree branches. When Ramirez had the end of the ladder in the vicinity of the kitten, he gave a thumbs up sign.

Running Wolf scrambled up the ladder. When he arrived at the top, he was level with the kitten. He reached out. The kitten considered the outstretched hand and leapt to a higher branch.

“Meow!”

Running Wolf sighed. He looked down and made a motion with his hand.

The Lieutenant called out. “Ramirez, give him another five feet.”

Ramirez nodded. The ladder rose further.

Running Wolf was again level with the kitten. This time he moved his hand ever so slowly, until it was just inches from the stranded feline.

The kitten looked at the hand, sniffed a bit, and then hopped to an even higher branch.

Running Wolf looked down at Maxwell and shrugged.

“Can you give him anymore?” The lieutenant asked Ramirez.

Ramirez shook his head. “We’ve got those power lines to watch out for.”

Maxwell shouted to Running Wolf, “That’s as high as we can send you.”

Running Wolf looked at the kitten. He was maybe seven or eight feet higher, but the branches were so thick, climbing into the tree to reach him seemed impossible.

“We need a new plan,” shouted out Running Wolf. “I’m coming back down.”

“Hold on,” said Tessa. She stuck her fingers in her mouth and made a high-pitched whistling sound. “Little kitten, come back down,” she called out.

The kitten stared down at Tessa, twitched his nose and leapt from his branch. In a sort of controlled plunge, he bounced and careened off a series of branches until he plopped into the outstretched hand of Running Wolf.

“Got him!” He shouted. “Or her! It! Anyway I’m heading down.” With the kitten in his left hand and cupped to his chest he descended the ladder using his right hand.

He jumped off the ladder’s last two steps to the truck and down to the street.

“Joe Running Wolf at your service, Ma’am.” He handed the kitten to Tessa.

“Thanks, but he’s not really mine. I was the just the one who noticed him up the tree.” She scratched the kitten’s ears while inspecting him. “He doesn’t even have a collar.” She looked at the Mrs. Catlin. “Maybe you’d like to take him in.”

The old woman’s eyes lit up. “Yes I would.” She slipped the kitten out of Tessa’s hands. “ “Let me take you home for a nice saucer of cold milk.”

“Looks like our job here is done,” said Maxwell.

”I bet you fellas could use a nice cold drink yourselves. Probably got pretty hot and thirsty rescuing that little guy,” said Tessa.

The men instinctively swallowed and licked their lips.

“I do feel a bit parched,” said Kim.

“Perfect,” said Tessa. “You can all come over to my place. My condo is just a few blocks over.”

“Sounds like a plan,” said Jefferson.

“But only if I get to ride in the truck,” said Tessa.

“Seems fair,” said Maxwell.

Ramirez lowered the ladder while Kim collected the cones. In the cab Tessa squeezed into between Jefferson and Maxwell.

She traced her finger across the Lieutenant’s firm chest. “You’re probably are still hot in this shirt.”

A bead of swear appeared on his forehead and rolled down his face. “Yes, Tessa. You are right.”

He pulled off his shirt. Perfect abs. Tessa suppressed a squeal.

She turned to the driver. “You too, Jefferson. Off with the shirt.”

“Yes, Tessa,” said the fireman and he complied with her command.

“Now, let’s go get that drink,” said Tessa.

As Jefferson eased the truck into traffic, Tessa asked “Can I run the siren?”

“Yes, Tessa,” said Jefferson. “It’s that black button on the dash.”

Tessa smiled and pressed the button. The siren wailed and lights flashed as the truck motored down the street.