Two Of Hearts

By S. C. Alexander

Julie Masters is fighting for her career and her life. There is a killer on the loose in Washing DC, and it is her job to find him, and stop him. She is stuck with the handsome John Stanton, however, he is an FBI bureaucrat. Julie’s and John’s family hate each other but John and Julie have known each other since their time at the academy. For years they have flirted with each other but dared not take the chance for fear of their family. Now though they are thrust together and things heat up. Julie enlists the help of Ben a close family friend and father figure, Ben goes to Kincade an international Assassin for help. What will happen can Julie and John find who the real killer is? Will they dear to love each other despite their families? Will Kincade help or betray them? Find out in the fast pace Romantic Thriller
No cliffhangers.
A standalone book the first of a new series.
Contains adult themes.
Laugh out loud moments,
Graphic Violence,
Adult Language,
Sexual situation

• Language: English
• Publisher: S. C. Alexander
• Release date: Feb 23, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463384435

S. C. Alexander

I am a writer and author in Central, Ky. I write in several genres fromaction and adventure to paranormal romance. I attended Eastern Kentucky University.

Book preview

Two of Hearts

Julie Masters could not believe that she had gotten herself into this situation. Two days ago she listened in on those damn little bitches in her class at Quantico. She should have known that this was a set-up; none of her students respected her, who could blame them after what she had done. She had broken one of F.B.I’s most sacred rules never accuse a suspect of a crime without proof, especially if it’s a United States Senator and his son. Now she was paying for it again, she eavesdropped on a group of girls in her class talking about a new stud in town. Carlene, Clare, and Brook were huddled up after class.

Oh, I am still so sore from him, what about you two? asked Brook.

Yea he really went to town on my poor little body. I would never believe someone dressed up as a cowboy in the Golden Circle would put porn stars to shame in size and stamina, said Clare the smallest of the three girls.

I hate to say this. I might be ruined for every other man, I do not think anyone else could compare to him. What am I going to do, asked Carlene?

Yea, Big John left his mark on all three of us last night, said Brook.

That night she went to Golden Circle looking for Big John, she needed sex it had been too long. At one time she would have to beat the men off her with a baseball bat, now they would not look at her, let alone touch her for fear that her taint would spread to them. If this cowboy was gone she would have to go outside the D.C. metro area for a man. She frantically looked for him until she saw him at the bar. He was dressed like, well like a cowboy, plaid flannel shirt large belt buckle, and blue jeans. He was at least six foot seven about two hundred seventy-five pounds with what looked to be all muscle, sandy blond hair with green eyes. She sat down beside him, making it obvious she was checking him out. He turned watching her watching him, Hello pretty lady, can I buy you a drink? Julie turned to him and said in her most seductive voice, We could do that or we could just go back to your hotel room. She could not believe she would use such a cheesy line, how far had she sunk. She did not care. She had an itch that badly needed to be scratched. Twenty minutes later they arrived at his shady road-side motel, and that’s when everything went bad. Julie was taking off her clothes as soon as the door was closed. She did not want or need any petting or foreplay, just sex, raw powerful sex. Hopefully, John will live up to what her students hyped him up to be. By the time they got to the bed, she was down to her matching black victoria secret bra and panties.

Wow, you have a great body, it is very sexy.

Julie blushed a little, the thought of this young stud thinking she was sexy. She did live at F.B.I. academy, ran five miles each day and did calisthenics and the obstacle course every morning. She never thought of herself as sexy, a fit agent yea, but not sexy.

Thanks, you have an amazing body also, she said as her hands roamed his hard body.

Thanks, little lady, it’s due to all the hard work on the ranch.

Did you bring more shirts with you?

Sure lots of them why?

Julie ripped the shirt off his body and lightly bit him on his chest showing him her lustful needs. Her hands moved down to his overlarge belt buckle loosening it and letting his jeans drop to the floor. She crawled onto the bed as seductively as she could.

There is no need to be gentle with me, promise I will not break. She turned her head back and braced herself for his onslaught that she needed.

Here’s Big John, he pushed inside of her.

Which brings Julie to her current crisis; she could not believe this was happening. This Adonis among men, this man who had ruined those girls for all other men, turned out to be a tiny Tim instead. She should have known this was a trick, those little bitches, they messed with her sex life, well flunk them. Nothing she could do now but try and make a bad situation better. Not only was he short but skinny too, if it had a fatter she could have dealt with it. Doctors say the g-spot is only one-third of the way inside of a woman, but she’s not sure he could reach it. She flexed her kegel muscles as much as she could, there, she could finally feel him just barely. She needed more stimulation.

Hey, Stud how about a nice spanking. I’ve been a bad girl.

Woooweee, I got myself a kinky one here. All right little lady get ready cause I am going to spank and brand you tonight.

Julie could not figure out what was worse, the Sunday afternoon cowboy movie talk or, the fact the man had no rhythm. He was, well trying to pound into her but he just sort of flailed like a horny teenage boy having their first sexual encounter. That and now,

Ow, um that’s my back. That’s better, Ow, that’s my thigh.

What the hell is wrong with this guy, she knew that she did not have a big ass but it wasn’t non-existent either. She works on her glutes every day so she knew it was there, but he just kept missing the mark. She had enough time to end this, Julie bore down on his member if you could call it that, trying her best to bring him to an end. I do not know what you are doing little filly but its driving Big John crazy. It was starting to work on her. Finally, she would have some small release that she needed. The tingling started in her thighs, she was so close,

Oh, boy Big John is close get ready for a branding.

No, wait not yet, the tingling was moving down towards her feet she was so close, then, he stopped and got off the bed.

Phew, little lady that’s the best Big John has ever had, giving her a smack on the ass. Why don’t you go get us some grub?

Yea sure, She sat there in disbelief; she could not believe what just had happened. It had been two years, eight months, five days and eleven hours since her last time with a man. When she finds one that would have her, this is what she got. She had been so close to an orgasm. She was right on the precipice, another second and would have had her release, now this sorry excuse for a man wanted her to get him some food. She really wished she had brought her Sig Sauer with her.

Sure Big John, whatever you want.

She got dressed quickly and ran out the door quickly and called a cab. She would be damned if she was doing the walk of shame home. She mentally gave the fates the finger, why were they always fucking with her life.

Julie awoke to what sounded like church bells ringing in her head. Her head was screaming from the hangover. Looking at her nightstand finding the phone she looked at it, wondering why John Stanton the third is calling her at six o’clock in the morning. John Stanton was a legacy at the F.B.I. a 5th generation agent. Her family was more like royalty. A Masters had been at the bureau since its founding. Unlike her, he never wanted to be an agent. He wanted to be a teacher; only his father would not have it. They came to a compromise. John would go to the academy, graduate, but would become a professor at the academy. He loved teaching, where Julie abhorred it, teaching the little snot nose recruits was her version of hell.

She wanted to be where the action is; running down leads, breaking witnesses, and the occasional firefight. That’s what she lived for. She was a quickly rising star in the bureau, shattering all records in test scores, firearms proficiency, and the obstacle course. Solving cases that no one had solved in years, the world was hers. All that changed on a crisp autumn day, when she served a warrant on a sitting U.S. senator and his son.

She had been working on the two of hearts killer for several years. Women were killed and left dead in places for them to be found. The killer would sexually assault the woman, beating them until they were dead. The last thing he would do would be to brand them with two hearts intertwining on their body. The killer killed exclusively in the D.C. area, he never made a mistake until one instance where the woman scratched the killer and left a small amount of the tissue under her nail, despite the killer’s attempts in remove it.

Julie ran the DNA result through every database she could find, but nothing. Finally, a friend said that they would run her DNA through the D.O.D. DNA register. Julie knew she did not have the authorization to do this, but she did not care; the results came back a partial match of paternal DNA to one Robert Kelly U.S. Senator. He was ex-navy and had a son. It was the son and she’d bet her career that Senator was in on it.

After the three months ensuing scandal, charges of a cover-up on the senators part, counter charges that she was an overzealous, overachieving, attention seeking, bent on notching her belt with another victory no mattered who she smeared crazy female agent. Julie had DNA evidence, but they both had air-tight alibies for every night of a killing.

Finally, after a year of the courtroom, press battles, threats to cut the F.B.I.’s budget, the final straw was a call from the President to the Director of the bureau to put an end to it. She exploded; she could not understand how they could bow to pressure when she knew that she had them both dead to rights. The director said that her DNA was contaminated and since they both alibied for the murders nothing would come of it. The worst part was she went up for review and would have most likely would have lost her job, if not for her grandfathers intervention. He called in a lot of favors and kept her in the F.B.I. but as a teacher at the academy.

The bells went off in her head; she picked up the phone and yelled, What!

Well good morning to you too beautiful, she could hear the sarcasm in his voice.

I am not in the mood John, what do you want, its six o’clock in the morning, and I am still in bed.

Still in bed really, what are you wearing, something sexy, or do you sleep commando? Now he was just trying to piss her off, he knows men are repulsed by her stigma. She was almost sure he loved men, she never saw him with another woman. She decided to end this, You really want to know what I am wearing?

Ok, I will play along. Thinking she would chicken out when it got to the good parts.

In her most sexy voice, Ok imagine I’m laying here almost naked. My legs are slim and smooth to the touch as you kiss your way up removing my see-through teddy to my firm and perky breasts, you look up at me and see your mothers face. She heard a retching noise on the phone. That would teach him to mess with her emotions.

Shit, Masters you really know how to kill an erection.

Better that way than with my Sig, now why in the hell did you call me for?

Yea I bet, the reason I called you has there been an incident on campus and the big-wigs want to see you pronto. He had a nervous sound in his voice.

Why what’s happening? Is some little cadet bitching about how hard I am on them? If that’s what it is you go to the boss and tell them to kiss my,

Whoa, slow down its nothing like that.

Then what is it?

I’m not allowed to say, just, just get down here, be on your best behavior, ok, see you in thirty. We will be in the Director's conference room, top floor at the academy. Oh yea, dress to impress. He hung up the phone.

John, John, shit! Julie jumped up and started to throw on the typical F.B.I. outfit, dark blue suit with a white button-up shirt, with black shoes. She decided along with her Sig Sauer she would have two backups. One up her sleeve, the other around her ankle and two knives hid on her.

Reviews for Two Of Hearts

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Love this series and I can not wait for the second book. This book will pull you in and keep you glued to the pages. I highly recommend this book!