Chapter 1
Hunting For Honey
The Specter Series
Book One
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THE SPECTER SERIES
1. Hunting for Honey
2. Feilds of Clover
3. Broken Hearts & Coup D’etats
4. Secrets of Summer
5. Lace & Leather
6. The Colt & The Cobra
THE BRAVO BOYS
1. Killerwolf
2. Tigerlilly
3. Snake Eater
SOLDIERS OF FORTUNE
1. Red Reaper
SPECTER SHORT STORIES
Halloween Special - ANGELMAKER The Southside Slayer
Christmas Special - Dasher & TheDancer
Valentines Special - Hellfire
1. Alfa
2. Bravo
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WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT AND STRONG VIOLENCE THEMES THAT MAY BE DISTRESSING TO SO
Foreword: This series is written in 2nd person perspective. I understand that some people don't appreciate this, however your personal preference is not my problem, nor will it be considered constrictive feedback if you complain about it. Please don't @ me about the perspective as if I should rewrite my whole series just to please you. If you don't like it, then these books are not for you and that's okay but you don't need to discourage me on account of your individual taste. Please remember that authors are people, not writing bots, and you should always speak to them with respect and manners.
Thank you and happy reading.
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Honey Sinclaire
‘There are no good days and no bad days.. There is only what you make of them’..
That is what he used to say..
What would he say then about today, of all days?
The day of his funeral.
Alex Carrington, your boss, mentor and the closest thing you’ve ever had to a father, is dead.
Sitting in his office with tears welling, your hands grip the only piece of him you have left.. Your notebook..
With its tattered leather bound cover, bruised corners and worn out spine, it is more precious to you than anything else you own by far..
“Now what, old man?” You mumble to yourself beneath your breath as you open the book of scribbled thoughts and quotes, hoping to find some kind of answer in the nostalgia filled notebook, or a solution to the pain of your grief buried its pages..
Alex always knew what to say.. He always had a rhyme or reason.. A witty turn of phrase or funny anecdote.. He was a wizard with words and a confidante to so many..
Though many would say, none more than you..
Among the ink you land on a real gem, and a favorite of Alex’s; ‘Don’t dance like nobody’s watching, dance like you don’t give a monkey’s arse if they are!’
You can almost hear his kind and hearty laugh, even now.. You remember the way he would encourage you with those words, always pressing you to be more.. To be better.. To step outside the safe little bubble of your comfort zone..
Something you never really did manage..
With a sigh, you flick through the remaining pages, skimming the scrawl inside absentmindedly, before being interrupted by a slight, deliberate cough at the door.. “Ahem..”
“Oh, Good Lord, Yevie!..You scared me half to death!” You jolt with shock in your seat, startled to see the sweet, familiar face of your co-worker and closest friend, Yevette Feilds.. She steps into the room gliding with slender-legged grace, her expression pursed and puzzled to see you still sitting in the darkening room alone..
“Sorry, I didn’t think you’d still be here, Honey..” Her soft spoken tone is filled with worry.. “The funeral service will be starting soon--”
Smoothing your hands over the front of your black-lace midi-dress in an effort to compose yourself, you offer her a thin smile and a sniffle.. “I was on my way, then-- Well.. I came in here to think and-- I was just wondering, if he was scared..” Your voice trails off to little but breath as you speak, coming out weak and tired.
Good God.. You’re so very tired..
You haven’t slept properly in weeks.. Not since the tragic night your life was torn upside-down and your heart was broken..
Yevie’s delicate brow crinkles in confusion.. “Scared?..Oh, Honey..”
Biting your lip to keep it from quivering you blow out a steadying breath.. “He was alone you know.. When it happened.. I wasn’t there for him in the end..When those--those damn thugs--whoever they were--” you wave a hand dismissively, “--they attacked him, shot him dead.. And he was alone..All alone.. He must have been so frightened..”
Yevette quickly crosses the office floor to where you sit at the desk in Alex’s over-sized leather chair.. She pulls you to your feet and into her arms, embracing you lovingly.. “Honey, what could you have done?.. You couldn’t have known this would happen, and you know Alex wouldn’t want you to blame yourself.. He loved you so much.. He wouldn’t have wanted you to go through that..” She soothes your sadness with a sweet sisterly coo while she squeezes you tighter.. Her warm hands smooth circles over your back, the rhythm it is undeniably effective in calming your overloaded senses.. “The only blame here lies with the people responsible for this..Not you, Hon..”
“Yeah.. Rationally, I know that you’re right, Yeeves..” You agree with a sniff, a weak smile and a half nod.. “I think I’m still just trying to make sense of it all..”
Yevie holds your shoulders as she leans back to look in your eyes and reflected in hers you see all the compassion and love your best friend has for you, so much of it that it almost brings on a fresh wave of tears.. Friendship has been fraught for you, growing up in a Mississippi Orphanage had made you wary, introverted and perhaps even a little too cautious.. There, it had been every kid for themselves and breaking out of those old habits hasn’t been easy..
Yevie makes it a little easier though.. She is angelic.. The kindest, most gentle hearted person you’ve ever met.. “Of course.. I know how much he meant to you, Honey.. He meant a lot to all of us really..”
You nod agreeably.. “He was pretty hard not to love, huh?.. Even as the boss.”
She smiles sweetly and takes your hand, “He sure was.. Do you want me to drive you to the church?”
You’re not quite ready to leave Alex’s office, or to face the bitter reality of today, so you shake your head, “No, I think I just need another minute.. I’ll leave right after you.. Besides, I can’t leave my car parked at the office all night.” You can see she is about to protest, so you quickly add an encouraging white-lie.. “I’ll be fine, Yeeves.. I promise.. Thank you though, for looking out for me, as usual..”
For a second she looks as though she is prepared to call you out and make a fuss, but instead she steps back with a small, sympathetic smile, “Okay, if you’re really sure.. I’ll guess I’ll see you there..”
As she disappears through the door you sink back into the chair.. Dropping your head into your hands atop the polished cherry wood desk, you wait until the click of her designer high heels is out of earshot before muttering to yourself.. “Get it together, Honey..”
A deep, gravelly voice, dark, angry and thick with authority, rumbles from the doorway.. “Please, do get it together and then get it the fuck out of my office..”
