The Player: A Short Story

By Linda Johnson

Jacob Flynn thinks he’s God’s gift to women. His game is to see how quickly he can meet them, seduce them, and dump them. When things go too far one night with his latest conquest, Melanie, he ends up with a dead body. He manages to evade the police, but he doesn’t count on Melanie’s sister, Lauren, who will stop at nothing to uncover the truth.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Linda Johnson
• Release date: Jun 1, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301500055

Linda Johnson

Linda is a healer living in the English countryside and works with both people and animals helping them each on their individual journey. Animals have always been a big source of love and support to her in a life that, as for most people, has had challenges along the way, and she gets much happiness now from being able to help animals in return, especially horses. Linda is also looking forward to working with animals and children together to encourage children’s appreciation of the natural world and to give them the opportunity to discover that animals can be our teachers and guides and that they are connected to us all. www.thehavenofhope.co.uk

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The Player - A Short Story

Linda Johnson

Copyright 2013 Linda Johnson

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The Player is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

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Jacob Flynn sat poolside, dangled his long legs into the tepid water. He straightened his knees and observed his muscular calves, smiled with pride. He pulled his shoulders back, sucked in his stomach like a proud rooster. He touched his slicked back hair, black as coal thanks to his hairdresser, pulled into a tight pony tail. His all-over spray-on tan ensured no white lines. He had to look his best to get laid tonight. And that was his plan---the only reason to be at this dump.

His ears rang from the kids’ incessant screaming; his nose burned from the stench of chlorine and summer sweat. But if he could hook up with one of the little brat’s mothers, it would be