EGlobal Publishing:Hotter Than Hell

MainCharacters

Madison Abigail Kinlock (Mak): Mak is a determined and resilient former police officer who now works as a private investigator. Her past experiences on the force and a traumatic injury have shaped her into a tough and resourceful individual. She has a strong sense of justice and is deeply committed to her work, often finding herself in dangerous situations. Mak's interactions with Moon and her lingering connections to her former police colleagues add layers to her character. Moon: Moon is a charismatic and enigmatic crime lord with a complex background. He is known for his ruthless efficiency and control over a vast criminal empire. Despite his dangerous persona, Moon exhibits moments of vulnerability and depth, particularly in his interactions with Mak. His mysterious past and the duality of his character make him a compelling figure. Development: Mak and Moon's relationship evolves from initial hostility and suspicion to a complicated and intense connection. Their interactions are marked by a mix of attraction, tension, and mutual respect. As they navigate their respective worlds, their bond deepens, revealing hidden facets of their personalities and challenging their preconceived notions about each other.

Main Themes

Hotter Than Hell explores themes of redemption, trust, and the blurred lines between right and wrong. Through the complex relationship between Mak and Moon, the novel delves into the idea that people are not always what they seem and that everyone has a past that shapes their present. The story emphasizes the importance of understanding and empathy, even in the most unlikely of circumstances.

Hot Chapters

Chapter 10

I blast through my workout in record time and head back to my apartment for a quick shower. After washing my hair, lathering all my body parts, and drying myself, I take an hour to style my hair, apply makeup, and doll myself up for Fiddlers Bar and Grill. It's located outside Sunnyslope's Wendell district and outside the Cactus police district. It's also where both groups of cops gather in plain clothes to unwind. I want to look my best and get a feel for what's happening in the blue world.

Chapter 2

Thug One nods his dark, closely cropped head. 'Dandridge is coming with us,' he says in a deep voice that one would expect from someone his size. Harry slowly lowers the bat and takes two steps in my direction. I keep my pepper spray trained on him because he's still got the bat. The buckets of sweat dripping off Harry's face are telling and there's a good chance he might pee his pants any second. His willy is still hanging out and this is not something I care to see.

Chapter 3

I'm startled when his rough fingers slide across my neck and over my jaw. Talk about electrical currents. I'm frozen by his touch and yet I want to jump up and run from the room screaming. His fingers stop at the source of my pain and I flinch. An 'Awwwe' escapes me. He lifts his hand away and gently lets me rest back against the pillows. 'Do you know what day it is?' he asks.

Chapter 4

The door closes and I begin trembling. I'm not sure if it's caused by Moon, the overload of adrenaline, or the hit to my head. I remind myself who he is-all the horrible things I know about him. He's the embodiment of every criminal who has crossed my path. He has multiple deaths credited to his organization. There's never been enough evidence to pin them on Moon, but law enforcement knows he's responsible. And even with all these thoughts, my damn body doesn't care.

Chapter 5

Gomez steps back and gestures for me to precede him. It's stupid to not want him at my back. If they wanted to hurt me, it would have happened by now. I walk out with my head held high. We're on the second floor at the end of a long walkway that has black metal decorative railing on one side and overlooks the room below. The floors are polished red Spanish tile, the walls painted different earth tones with alcoves accented by recessed lights to display the art. Not just paintings, but statues and pottery too. Way out of my blue-collar league.