Ace of Hearts

NY detective Shevaughn Robinson is having a hard time with life. Orphaned at twelve, she's all alone. Feeling a little down, she treats herself to a night out, but it doesn't improve her mood until a handsome stranger asks her to dance. The evening ends with a kiss that haunts her.

She begins investigating an especially gruesome murder case, which quickly evolves into serial murders. Right before they find the first victim, she meets Tony O'Brien, a reporter interested in doing a piece on her and her career. Sparks fly.

Shevaughn follows murder after murder trying to solve the case, not realizing the murderer is a man who not only is obsessed with death, but becoming more and more obsessed with her.

Brewing is a sensual love story between Shevaughn and Tony. They overcome several obstacles, one of which is the police suspecting Tony might be the murderer.

The killer watches the relationship blossom from afar and plots its demise.

Lenora’s hands shook as she lit the candles.
Everything had to be perfect.
This is your chance with someone that can help your career… your life, she thought. Besides, he was gorgeous. Having grown up in a totally middle class home, she was never satisfied with her surroundings. Everything had always looked just a bit shabby to her.
In 1963 at the age of seven, Lenora boxed up all her toys and began reading. At fifteen, she was at the top of her class. Several prominent universities had vied for her attention during her senior year. College was a breeze. There she learned a lot more than academics. She learned about men and used it to her advantage, vowing never to return to the humdrum life she had left. Pleasing men had become her specialty.
Lenora saw great things in her future, great things and she was determined to have it all. Tonight was her first step up the ladder of success.
First impressions were important. So it had to be just right, from the Chicken Marsala she checked for the fifth time to her appearance, which had to be capital S-E-X-Y. By eight o’clock, everything would be ready.
At seven forty-five, Lenora slipped into her one pair of imitation designer lounging pajamas. The turquoise color set off her caramel brown skin. She was in the process of admiring her reflection in the mirror when the doorbell rang. Right on time.
She smiled so wide and hard the corners of her small mouth cracked, causing her the slightest pain. She quickly forgot it when she opened the door and saw him. He was everything she had remembered and a little bit more.
He was wearing an impeccably tailored charcoal gray Brooks Brothers three button suit with a crisp white shirt and a gray, blue and white tie. The blue in his tie matched his dark blue eyes. His polished black wing-tipped shoes had a shine so bright the reflection of light bounced off them. In her eyes, he could have passed for a lawyer or politician. He was exactly what she wanted in a man: rich, powerful, handsome and tall. Not so tall as to overwhelm her or cause her strain, but just enough that if she fell into his arms, he could catch her without bending.
“I’m glad you could make it,” she said leading him into the living room. She watched him look around her townhouse. She was very proud of her little place. Even if her money was limited, she did well with what she had and she had the mortgage to prove it.
“Let’s have some wine before dinner. I picked up a bottle, just for the occasion. Red okay with you?”
Lenora reached for the chilled bottle of Chianti.
He nodded in agreement.
She poured each of them a glass, and then settled down on the couch for what she believed to be the start of something wonderful for both of them. She wasn’t much for small talk, so she jumped right to the subject.
“So, what is it exactly that you do?”
She almost knew the answer before he could start. She did her research. She patiently listened as he went on and on about his education, but didn’t mention family until he revealed he was stuck in an unhappy marriage. Next, came the line about his wife not understanding his needs.
Lenora smiled a wicked smile. That was something she was more than capable of providing. She knew he hoped she would take care of that, but prayed her office reputation hadn’t preceded her. She didn’t want him knowing how understanding she could be.
They sat in the little dining nook, under the dim lights, exchanging small talk, drinking, eating and enjoying the ambiance of the evening. Lenora had him right where she wanted.
“Let’s go back to the living room,” she suggested.
Lenora stopped as she passed the small liquor cabinet in the corner and took out a bottle of Martell cognac she saved for special occasions and her smoke box. Once they settled on the couch, she rolled a few joints of Panamanian Gold and then poured two stiff drinks. She lit a joint and passed it to him. Soon, between the joint and the drinks, they were happily on their way to cloud nine — laughing, snuggling and simply enjoying the moment. He moved in closer, placing his hands on both sides of her face.
“I want you,” he whispered, and then kissed her deeply, with so much passion, Lenora moaned with excitement and anticipation.
They necked like teenagers on the couch for almost an hour. Although Lenora knew she should stop him, she couldn’t, wouldn’t, not when it felt so damn good. They couldn’t get enough of each other.
Before she realized it, they were both lying on the couch. He had her pinned down, squeezing her breasts a little too hard. It hurt. Since the affects of the joint they smoked was wearing off, she was no longer feeling as hot and horny as before, in fact she just felt tired. I have to put a stop to this, she thought as she sat up and gently pushed him away.
“Hey, slow down,” she warned him.
He smiled back at her, but said nothing. She tried to get up and he pushed her back down onto the couch. It scared her a little. She was surprised tha