Heat Wave: Salem

By Maya Anders

The long, hot days of August have always been the newspapers' silly season, and cub reporter Tara Trent gets the silliest assignments of all. This year it’s a festival of Spiritual Enlightenment in the ancient witch-town of Salem, Massachusetts.

There's a twist, though. Anonymous text messages suggest a modern day witch-hunter is on the loose -- a crackpot determined to see the witches of Salem burn in hell. Tara isn't sure if it's a hoax or for real, but one thing's for certain: things are heating up in Salem.

Her day gets even hotter when she meets Abigail Powers, a petite, hard-bodied FBI agent working on the same case. The two instantly fall for each other, enjoying a long lesson in erotic massage before turning to the burning question: Is the mad witch-hunter of Salem just a jerk who sends out misogynistic text messages, or a potential woman-killer?

• Language: English
• Publisher: JMS Books LLC
• Release date: Jul 19, 2015
• ISBN: 9781611527926

Maya Anders

Maya Anders writes both fiction and non-fiction, mainly on mystical, spiritual, and paranormal subjects. She spends a lot of time fantasizing about other women’s sex lives.

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Heat Wave: Salem

By Maya Anders

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Copyright 2015 Maya Anders

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Heat Wave: Salem

By Maya Anders

The air-conditioned newsroom was a welcome relief after the relentless heat of the afternoon sun. Cub reporter Tara Trent headed straight for the water cooler.

Hey, Tara—Red Sonya’s been looking for you. That came from Kevin, the Boston Bugle’s showbiz gossip columnist. You better get your pert little ass into her office right away.

Tara scowled at him. What does she want now? No, don’t tell me—I can guess. It’ll be another of those wacko silly-season stories. For some reason she thinks they suit me.

Kevin glanced at her short spiky hair, which she’d recently dyed electric blue, and at the skimpy boho-chic mini-dress she was wearing. I can’t imagine why, he observed.

Last August she sent me up to Vermont to chase non-existent Bigfoot sightings. Tara pouted. That was my first solo assignment, and I did a great write-up even though there was nothing to write about. Since then Red Sonya has had me down as the paper’s resident fruitcake expert.

The Red Sonya she was talking about was not the towering barbarian of popular culture, but the Boston Bugle’s editor-in-chief, Sonya Gale. Nevertheless, she was a big, powerful redhead, every bit as formidable in her own way as her comic-book namesake. As one of the paper’s most junior reporters, Tara had learned early on that it was a good idea to do exactly what Red Sonya told her to.

She headed to the editor-in-chief’s office, knocked on the door, and went in.

Red Sonya looked up from her keyboard, then did a double-take. Your hair! You’ve, ah, done it differently.

I dyed it electric blue, Tara explained patiently. It matches the wall-to-wall blue skies we’ve been having lately.

The editor rolled her eyes. Very logical. And it’s not just dyed blue, it’s, ah…

Spiky, Tara offered. Spiky and electric blue. Don’t you like it?

I love it. Red Sonya’s facial expression didn’t quite match her words. Anyhow, it’ll be perfect for your next assignment. You’ll blend in with all the other kooks.

She stood up and stepped out from behind her desk. She towered over Tara by several inches, even though Tara herself was a tall five-eight. Tara, however, was slender and willowy, while Sonya was bigger in every dimension. Tara had often daydreamed about what it would be like to have sex with Sonya. She suspected that some of her more submissive male colleagues might be able to tell her. Red Sonya was not