Crystal Clear II: All Rise

By M Occhiuzzo

The second installment of the Crystal Clear serial book. Where the first book was Lord of the Rings meets Mike Hammer, think of this as The Hobbit meets John Grisham! Detective Lennon Mordril, closet werewolf, has solved the murder of Bloodstar's daughter, but now he finds himself on the wrong side of the law, on the stand defending himself against a charge of murdering his own partner!

• Language: English
• Publisher: M Occhiuzzo
• Release date: Nov 14, 2010
• ISBN: 9781452328362

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Crystal Clear II:

All Rise

By M Occhiuzzo

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Copyright 2010 M Occhiuzzo

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Ready to do it again? Eva asked me, rolling onto her stomach and looking up at me with those huge baby blues, offering me a beautiful view down along her naked back to her perfect posterior. Ready to do it again? Hells, I was still recovering from the last time. But yet I felt myself rising to the occasion. Ah, what a wonder is the male sex organ. It does more of my thinking for me than I do.

A glance at the wind-up clock next to Eva's bed made the decision for me. I was an hour late.

Gotta go. I apologized, springing out of bed. I pulled on my pants as Eva pouted.

Come on, Lennon. she purred when she saw she wasn't going to guilt me back to her more than ample bosom. Don't you want to stay?

Yes, yes, I thought. Nope. Can't do it.

What, have to get back to the wife or something? she teased.

Well, actually, yes. I replied rather sheepishly.

The ashtray hit me between the eyes before I could register she threw it. It drew blood. My head reeled. Damn, what an arm she had!

You son-of-a-bitch! she screamed. When did you get married?

Um, last week. I managed, trying to button up my shirt without passing out.

Last week?! She was livid. The lamp followed the ashtray. Fortunately I was bending over to pull on my shoes, and it sailed over my head to shatter against the wall. More fortunately, it wasn't lit, or the room would light up like a torch from the spilled oil.

Who is she? she demanded, picking up one of her shoes. I eyed the wicked heel on it and put up both my hands in supplication.

Eva, put down the shoe. I could just see that heel buried in my eye.

Who is she? she repeated.

Alyssa Thissel. I replied, closing my eyes. Maybe she would miss.

Nothing happened. I opened one eye. Eva had dropped the shoe and was staring at me with disgust.

Alyssa Thissel? she asked slowly. Your dead partner's wife?

I winced at the implication. Yeah, Ice's wife.

Shouldn't you have waited until he was dead at least three weeks?! Here came the shoe. But I was ready for it, and it sailed to my left.

It's a long story... I tried, but she was reaching for the other shoe.

Grabbing my badge and crossbow, I bolted for the door.

And she's a Drow! I heard from inside the house, punctuated by the shoe bouncing off the closed door. Then another lamp.

I shook my head sadly and walked home.

Alyssa Thissel, (Alyssa MORDRIL, I corrected myself), was now my new wife, having only been widowed three weeks since my partner was killed by a dagger to the heart. It's not as cold-blooded as it sounds; I didn't just take the opportunity to wed my deceased friend's wife. If it were up to me, I