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Thursday, January 30, 2014

*** Cover Reveal**** A Taste for Killing

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Title: A Taste for Killing

Author: HK Sterling

Genre: Adult Mystery/Suspense 18+

Reveal Host: Lady Amber's Tours


Mystery and Romance blend together when competing detectives Carolyn Woods and

Jack Heart are both hired to solve the murder of Pete Wallace, only to realize they are

working the same case. To complicate things, Carolyn and Jack have an on again-off

again relationship. Then there is Evan Jones, a handsome architect— but he's also a

suspect. Can Carolyn manage to solve the case as more and more murders pile up?

Will her relationship with Jack hinder their investigations? And what about Evan Jones?

He seems like the perfect man, but could he actually be the murderer? One thing is for

sure: someone close to both Carolyn and Jack has A Taste For Killing.


He had six-pack abs, and I wanted to feel the carbonation. This one dressed

like the stereotype of a construction worker, down to the handkerchief he used to wipe

sweat off his forehead. I don't know if he or the hot day brought it out, but sweat poured

off of me too. He had no interest in me as a person, though. I was invading his territory.

Still, I enjoyed the view. For my part, I knew my clothes looked crappy. I didn’t have to

wear uniforms anymore, but my street clothes, well they were very—street. So there I

stood, a turd in the sun in front of this Adonis. Oh well.

He pointed to a small trailer up a muddy hill. The supervisor I asked to see

apparently stayed in there. Stayed, as in never left. Great. Mud. Now I'd be a dried turd

in the sun. Adonis went back to digging and I started the trek up the hill. At least I came

with boots. Steel toed.

Once I made it to the trailer, I heard an argument going on inside.

"Look, I don't care who you are. The plans are publically filed. Go get them

yourself!" yelled someone.

Then I heard a voice I knew. Calm, cool, subversive. "Is there any reason you're

being so difficult? A man did die on your watch."

An encounter I hadn’t planned on. Well, at least not until later tonight. I knocked

loudly on the door and with my sweetest voice said, "Hello, boys. Am I interrupting


"Great," groused the supervisor. "A party." He appeared to me like another

stereotype, puffing on a cigar over a fat jowl line and rotund stomach that threatened

to overturn the small desk he was behind. I guess there's a reason for stereotypes. He

looked about four hamburgers away from a heart attack.

On a wooden chair in front of the supervisor sat Jack. A fellow independent

detective, an ally at times, a competitor...and my on and off lover.

"Well, well, well," he said smiling, but I could tell he wasn’t happy to see me. Not

here. It meant we were both working the same case. "Hello, Carolyn. Who hired you?"


"Girlfriend," he answered back.

We stared at each other. Complications.

The supervisor didn’t give a damn and said to me, "Well, missy, I'll tell you

the same thing I told this guy." He jerked his thumb around to Jack. "The plans are

publically filed and that’s all I have to say about it."

I tried a different tactic. "That’s fine with me. I have no problem going downtown

for a copy." I wore my practiced, saccharine smile. "But I wonder, could you tell me the

name of the architect? Please?" I smiled again. God, this job sucks at times.

The supervisor sighed. "Jones, Evan Jones."

"Thank you so much," I said, smiling my best smile again. "I'll get out of the way

and leave you two boys to...whatever you were doing."

I opened the door to go and started to shut it only to find Jack following me out.

"Sure, flash your tits and get what you want." Boy was he in a bad mood.

"There was no tit flashing in there. Face it, testosterone was not a good choice in

that situation."

Jack's response: a grunt.

"Besides," I tried to placate him, "I didn’t get the plans either."

"No, you did one better."

"That's assuming the architect will have anything to do with me and cooperate." A

thought occurred to me. "So are you going there too?"

"No, I might as well wait and see what you turn up. Besides, I have my own


"Are you planning to share?" Just call me hopeful. As in full of shit, because

that’s where hope always seemed to lead.

"No," he said, still grumpy.

"I see. So it's gonna be like that."

"I guess so."

I felt like such a female. Damn. But I had to ask.

"Are we still on for tonight?"


I wasn’t convinced but didn’t push it. God, sometimes I hated myself. But we

were good together—when it was good—when his competitive edge didn’t get the better

of him. Though I was one to talk. I did the same thing at times. Hence our on and off

status. But currently we were supposed to be on. So, I kept it light in the spirit of things

to come.

"Okay, master detective, I'll leave you to your leads. See ya."

"See ya," he replied, already preoccupied, pondering a piece of paper he'd taken

from his pocket.

I made my way down the hill in my muddy boots.

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Author Bio:

H.K. Sterling is an author with Breathless Press known for stories with a kick and 

twist endings. H.K. likes to focus her writing on suspense, science-fiction, shorts, and 

anything that is spicy and unexpected. H.K. lives in Virginia with her husband who 

graciously puts up with her passion for writing. H.K. currently has a Mystery Thriller out: 

A Taste For Killing; and two short stories in the Breathless Press Anthology: My Bloody 

Valentine. H.K is currently working on a sequel to A Taste For Killing and a Science 

Fiction book of short twists. You can contact H.K. on the following social media:


Twitter: @HKSterling

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