The Casebook of a Salacious Sleuth Series

Your client fears he may be Jack the Ripper? Terrific.  "If you're seeking a racy romp for simple dripping pleasures, this book was written just for you. If you're interested in a deep exploration of Sherlock Holmes reminiscent of the original character told in an epic style, you may be disappointed. Just sayin'." ~Liz   In this steamy, hot romantic short, the story starts in 1891 London, where a man emerges from the shadows of his own forgotten past. With no recollection of his identity, he embarks on a journey laced with debauchery to uncover the truth. A chance discovery sends shivers down his spine—the ripped bodice hidden in his closet, a chilling relic of a recent murder.    As fate intertwines his path with that of Mary Bettencourt, a fiercely independent consultant to the police, the stakes and his libido soar to unimaginable heights. Drawn to her enigmatic presence, he finds solace and dangerous temptation in her embrace. But as their connection deepens, so does his primal hunger, hinting at a dark secret lurking within.    With each step forward, he unearths damning clues that cast a sinister light upon his own existence. Could he truly be the monstrous killer who haunts the city? The answer lies within the shadows of his fragmented memories.    This may be Sherlock Holmes' most challenging case yet!    WARNING: Contains explicit solo M, M/f, and M/m in a bedroom, living room, alley, and carriage. Some consensual bondage and creative use of an eggbeater may contribute to symptoms of reading while wet. Detailed CWs are viewable on the author's website.

Who haunts her bed?   "If you're seeking a racy romp for simple dripping pleasures, this book was written just for you. If you're interested in a deep exploration of Sherlock Holmes reminiscent of the original character told in an epic style, you may be disappointed. Just sayin'." ~Liz   A voice calls out to me from the shadows of my apartment. It is both seductive and dangerous, and it urges me to do things that go against everything I believe in.  Though I am afraid, a part of me is also intrigued. I begin to obey the voice's commands, and in doing so, I feel alive once again. But the voice is more than a mere auditory hallucination. It takes on a physical form, an invisible being that enters my body until I am no longer in control.  I am at its mercy, and I realize that I need help.  I give the last of my savings to Sherlock Holmes, hoping that he can rid me of this ravishing ghost once and for all.   Warning: Contains solo F, M/f, and a heap of naughty fun.

What will you do when a night of vengeful passion leads to a perilous mystery? "If you're seeking a racy romp for simple dripping pleasures, this book was written just for you. If you're interested in a deep exploration of Sherlock Holmes reminiscent of the original character told in an epic style, you may be disappointed. Just sayin'." ~Liz   The grand masquerade is in full swing, the ballroom alive with laughter and the rustle of silk. I glide through the crowd, my heart pounding with delight. The air is thick with the scent of roses and the flickering candlelight casts shadows on the walls.   I ascend the staircase to our bedroom. Behind the closed door is the sound of hushed voices and stifled moans. My heart catches in my throat as I push open the door and witness my husband, entwined in a scandalous ménage à trois with two mysterious women. The betrayal cuts deep.   Again.   Fury and heartache propel me back to the ballroom, where I am drawn to a man disguised as Sinbad. His dark eyes hold a promise of solace, and I find myself unable to resist his magnetic pull. He lures me into my husband's private office, and as I surrender myself to him, I am enveloped in a whirlwind of passion.   Sinbad's kisses are like a balm to my wounded soul, his embrace a sanctuary from the storm raging within me. We connect on a level I have never experienced before, our hearts beating in unison, our breaths mingling as one. The night unfolds in a haze of passion, and for a brief moment, I am able to forget the betrayal that has shattered my world.   When I awaken from my tryst, I am met with a chilling revelation.   My husband's safe lies open.   Panic rises within me, and I know that I must seek answers.   Desperate for the truth, I turn to the one man who can help me unravel this tangled web of deceit: the renowned detective, Sherlock Holmes.   Warning: Contains F/m, M/f/f, and lustful masked men. Do not read while letting your doctor take your blood pressure as the results of your throbbing pulse may be higher than normal.

"If you're seeking a racy romp for simple dripping pleasures, this book was written just for you. If you're interested in a deep exploration of Sherlock Holmes reminiscent of the original character told in an epic style, you may be disappointed. Just sayin'." ~Liz His penetrating gaze awakens your desires.  I stand beneath the cascading water, the droplets caressing my skin like a lover's touch. The steam rises around me, enveloping me in a warm embrace. I close my eyes, allowing my imagination to wander, and I envision a pair of eyes watching me from the shadows. A thrill courses through me, a mixture of excitement and fear, as I entertain the fantasy of being observed.  My heart races, and I feel a flush spread across my cheeks. The sensation of being watched heightens my awareness of every droplet that kisses my skin, every rivulet that traces the curves of my body. My breaths shorten as I touch myself.  A deep moan comes from beyond the shower curtain. A shadow flits across the washroom, and my heart leaps into my throat.  Was I truly being watched?  Fear grips me. I wrap my arms around myself, seeking comfort and protection. The shadow slips through the walls, vanishing as quickly as it appeared.  I glance out the window, and my breath catches as I see a colony of bats flying past, their dark forms silhouetted against the night sky. Could it be that I was being watched by a creature of the night, a vampire?  My husband, Quincy, owner of the hotel where we reside, has witnessed the same shadow, as have many of our fleeing customers. We decide to seek the help of the renowned detective, Sherlock Holmes.  Warning: Contains solo F, M/f, and generates reader's need for release. Have a free hand ready.