The Stiletto PI Series

My name is Paxton Lee, an educated forty-two-year-old widow. But don't let my age fool you. I can give any twenty-five-year-old a run for her money. I have one weakness... stiletto heels.   The Red Reign PI Agency is my baby and I take pride in our successes. We're batting a 1000, but here's the rub. Lately, the most irritating Black Ops Commander, has been sticking his nose where it doesn't belong.   I was one of three women who completed Army Ranger Training and deployed with the 75th Ranger Regiment in Iraq. All modesty aside, I am one badass Ranger. You should see the fruit salad on my left breast. I spent 165 days under fire so, if you're wondering, I can measure dicks with the best of them and yet, this delusional man insists I need his protection.   It's time to set him straight.   My name is Jared Bates. I'm a divorced, forty-eight-year-old man in a thirty-year-old body that women salivate over. No boast. Well, maybe just a bit. If ya got it, flaunt it, is my credo, not that I pay much attention to that. Yeah, I've chased a lot of booty. Have had my fair share of it, too. Got lucky on many occasions. Then, there are the ones that have stayed just out of reach, like the boss of the Red Kitties agency. Now, she just triggers the devil inside me.   Anyway, I'm in charge of a covert Black Ops group called, The Cobras. We operate under our own flag and only take the jobs that fit our standards— legal and moral, even though the two aren't synonymous. Trying to bring down one of the five Mafia families in the U.S. is next to impossible. You cut off the head of one capo di tutti capi and two new ones grow back. These families have histories that go back to the sixteenth century. The Sicilian Cosa Nostra, the Ndrangheta of Calabria and the Camorra of Naples. Ancient, all of them, with an almost inhuman ability to survive.   So, now the Kitties of the Red Reign PI Agency are nosing in on our territory and interfering. Things are getting dangerous, especially since that sassy Miss Lee refuses to back down.   It's time to set her straight.

My name is Jordan Sutton, a highly educated forty-two-year-old spinster. I have to tell you… I freaking hate that word but… it is what it is, no use busting my balls over it. Either way, it doesn't matter. I can hold my own among any chick half my age… and I'll have you know— I'll do it wearing my fave stilettos!   I've been a co-owner of The Red Reign PI Agency but as an ex-army ranger and an expert strategist in counter terrorism, here I am, stuck back in Iraq. Yeah, I allowed the FBI to suck me back in to catch one of the most notorious terrorists on their hit list. And wouldn't you know it … I ended up caught and chained up by the very asshat I went to find in Iraq.   But it's no sweat, I don't break and can crawl through mud and live fire with the best of them and yet, there's this delusional Black Ops muscle head who believes I need him to save me.   It's time he faces reality.   My name is Brock Carter. I'm a forty-six-year-old widower with my path littered with the conquests of sexy kittens. I must admit that there is one left— a black-haired tauntress with an unusual carnal flavor known yet untasted that has provoked my appetite and inflamed my libido.   Anyway, I'm co-owner of a covert Black Ops group called, The Cobras. We're on the trail of the most feared Mafia Boss the U.S. has ever encountered and it's a case that requires all our attention. Now, because of the Red Reign kitties strong arming terrorists, our attention is divided… something we can't afford.   Not to mention that seductress I told you about… yeah, the little naiad had to go dune surfing in Iraq and got herself captured.  It's time to set her straight and convince her that a pretty kitty should be purring… preferably in my bed. I haven't found the right words yet to beckon her, but when I do, I'll be looking for that lightning left hook she's got.   Even so, it's time she faces reality.