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How Does Your Garden Grow?

By: April Hill
Published By: Blushing Press
Copyright: �2014 by Blushing Books� and April Hill
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Women seem to be disappearing from Felix Kruger's tidy little bungalow, and since the police won't listen to Beth Walker's suspicions about her creepy neighbor, she undertakes her own amateur investigation. When her clever game of cat and mouse starts to go awry, though, Beth quickly becomes the mouse, caught in a deadly trap of her own making.

Enter Police Detective Adam McCann, who's not convinced that the very attractive Miss Walker is the total "nutcase" his colleagues seem to think she is. Sure, she's a bit screwy and stubborn as hell, but who wouldn't be with what's going on her in neighborhood?

Determined to protect the woman he's falling in love with, McCann reopens the case. Beth, however, thinks "no" is more of a suggestion than a rule, and she won't stop playing detective. When it looks like she's about to get into big trouble, Adam stops being amused and starts acting like the tough cop he is. The would-be sleuth needs some boundaries, and she also needs to understand who's in charge and who isn't. When it becomes clear that changing the lady's behavior is going to require a very firm hand applied to her stubborn rear-end, the "politically incorrect" Detective McCann turns out to be the perfect man for the job.

Even if spanking romance isn't your favorite genre, you'll love this well-written, action-filled, witty romp from April Hill!

Chapter One

When she regained consciousness, her hands were tied behind her back, and her ankles had been bound with what felt like duct tape.� But where was she?� She knew she was on a rough concrete floor, lying on her side in a puddle of slimy water, and her back was pressed up against a wall that was wet and cold.� It was too dark to determine much else, but she could identify a few dim shapes�a pile of cardboard boxes�and something round and tall that might have been a water heater.� Something alive scuttled across the floor just in front of her, its claws clicking on the concrete floor, and Beth grimaced.� Mice were okay, even cute, as long as they didn't set up housekeeping in your pantry and eat all the good stuff, but whatever her current companions were, they were too large to be mice, and she didn't particularly like the other possibilities.� But the rodents settled one issue.� She was still in her own basement.� She had to be.� There couldn't be another one this grungy.� For a moment, she couldn't understand why she'd been so confused, and then she remembered the pills.� A second unseen creature scurried by, brushing her foot, and Beth groaned.� Why the hell hadn't she listened to Adam?� Being a detective wasn't turning out to be as entertaining as she'd expected.

Another sound.� Not an animal now, but what?� Beth held her breath and listened, fighting back a sudden wave of panic she knew she couldn't afford.� Kruger was here, somewhere.� She could sense him.� He was very close, now.� In the dark.� Breathing.

Which drew her back to the one thought she'd been trying to avoid thinking about:� Adam.� What was it had Kruger said earlier?� About the water.� Oh, God!� Where was Adam?� Was he still alive, or�?

�She was about to start crying again when she was distracted by a creaking sound, close behind her and getting louder by the second.� While she was still trying to identify the noise, small clumps of concrete began dropping from overhead, accompanied by a gentle shower of gravel and water.� At first, the falling debris was simply annoying, but soon, the random chunks pelting her head and shoulders became increasingly larger and more difficult to dodge.� And then, as suddenly as it had started, the rain of concrete stopped.

Beth wriggled around until she was in a seated position, with her back against the wall and her legs in front of her.� She was about to breathe a sigh of relief when the wall behind her groaned once and gave way, accompanied by a muffled roar and a suffocating cloud of dust.� As slabs of broken concrete crashed to the floor, missing her head by inches, a thick sludge of dirt and oily water gushed out of nowhere and began welling up beneath her legs.� Beth tried to squirm away, but the unmistakable sound of splintering wood changed her mind, and she scooted backward quickly.� Splintering wood could mean that the basement roof was ready to collapse, and something told her that when a house was about to come crashing down on your head, the safest place to be was probably against a wall�even a crumbling one.� She was complimenting herself on the wisdom of her decision when a foot-square slab of broken concrete slammed into the back of her head and right shoulder, knocking her unconscious�again.

* * * * *

When she woke this time, she was lying in a clean, dry hospital bed, with an IV in her left arm and her right arm immobilized in a gauze bandage that extended from shoulder to elbow.� The room was cool and dim, and her vision was blurry, but she could tell that it was morning, and though she didn’t know where she was or how she'd gotten here, she knew it was over and that she was safe.� She had a splitting headache; her throat felt raw and swollen, and every inch of her body seemed to hurting at once, but she was alive�and not in Felix Kruger's basement chamber of horrors.

Still dizzy and confused, the details of what had happened were vague and probably out of sequence, but she was fairly sure that Adam was safe, as well.� She remembered him talking to her and holding her hand while she was being put into an ambulance.� But what if she was wrong?� What if she was confused about that, too, What if�?� A wave of panic swelled up in her throat, threatening to choke her, and she struggled to sit up, to call someone.

A strong hand on her arm, and a soft voice in the semi-darkness.� "Easy, babe.� Don't try to move around, yet.� You took a hell of a whack on the head."

Adam!

"Thank God," she cried, half sobbing.� "You’re all right!� I wasn't sure I was�"

�"I'm fine, and so are you.� Or you will be, after a couple days' rest."� He leaned down and kissed her on the forehead.� "Try to go back to sleep, now."

"No!� Please, don't leave," she pleaded.� "Not yet.� I need�"

He stroked her hair.� "I'm not going anywhere.� They dragged a chair in for me.� I've been here all night."� In the half-light from the hallway, she could see him pointing to a spot next to her bed.� "I'll be right here when you wake up again."

"What about Kruger?" she asked hesitantly.� "Is he�?"

"Under six feet of mud and rubble, last time I checked in.� Your place is swarming with forensics guys and cadaver dogs, but they think it'll be late tomorrow before they can get to him.� We pulled you out through a gap in the back wall, but Kruger's going to be harder to reach.� There's still a lot of water and debris down there, so they'll have to do sift through it very carefully, and document�everything."� He paused for a moment before giving her the last chilling bit of information, and held her hand while he told her.� "It looks like he'd been at it a lot longer than we thought, Beth."

"There's another search team at Kruger's place, of course, and that may take days, as well.� The whole neighborhood's pretty well blocked off because of all the equipment�and you made the late news last night."� He touched her shoulder gently.� "How's the shoulder feel?"

She groaned.� "Like two really big guys were using me to make a wish."

"The doctor says it's just wrenched�pretty badly, though."

"So when can I get out of here?"

"That's up to your doctor.� He said maybe two or three days.� He wants to watch you for a while."

"Why?"

He sighed.� "Because a house just fell on you, that's why."

"That's ridiculous," she complained.� "I feel fine, except for the shoulder and a headache."

"Not a headache," he corrected her.� "A concussion."

"It's not a concussion," she said firmly.� "I had a concussion when I was twelve, when I ran my bike into a tree.� This feels different, like a regular headache."

Adam shook his head.� "I'll share that diagnosis with your colleagues," he said.� "The ones who actually attended medical school."

"How long will I be in this stupid thing?" she asked irritably, indicating the bandage sling.

"Until they tell you it’s okay to take it off."

She made a face.� "If it’s not broken, and not in a real cast, why�?"

"Because they're the doctors, and you're not," he said wearily.� "Just don’t start, okay?"

"Don't start what?"

"Whining.� For once in your life, you’re going to do what someone tells you to�without whining about it."

"I'm not whining," she whined.

"You could have fooled me.� Besides, that bandage is your friend, kiddo.� The sooner it comes off, the sooner you and I are going to have that little talk I've been putting off.� For too long, apparently."

"Talk?" she asked, pretending confusion.� "What talk is that?� You know, I think that concussion you mentioned may have done something to my memory.� That and whatever it was Kruger gave me to keep knocking me out.� Is there a medical condition called a brain fog?"

"Let me refresh your memory, then.� We were going to talk about a couple of things.� About why it's a bad idea to lie to a police officer�repeatedly.� About sticking your nose into an official homicide investigation.� About taking idiotic risks.� Let's see�.� I also wanted to talk about breaking and entering, and about how breaking into someone's private office�even someone you’re sleeping with�isn't legal, or even polite, and can get you tossed in jail."

"I didn't break in�exactly," she grumbled.� "I just sort of jiggled the lock."

"With a chisel and a claw hammer?"

Beth yawned.� "Well, what's done is done, right?� And besides, everything worked out okay in the end, didn't it?� Anyway, putting me in jail would be very ungrateful.� I did save your life, you know."

"Who said anything about putting you in jail?� I'd just have to waste a lot of time testifying in court.� I'm planning to skip all the legal formalities.� Simple, really.� You plead guilty, and we go directly to the penalty phase."

Beth scowled.� "And what sort of penalty did you have in mind, as if I didn't know?"

He smiled.� "Bright girl.� Looks like the brain fog may be lifting.� Ten belt swats per offense sounds about right to me.� Hard ones.� The idea is to leave your butt on fire for a day or two, and save me a lot of paperwork.� That's a damned light sentence, under the circumstances.� I'd take the deal, if I were you.� I may not be feeling so lenient after everything starts to sink in."

"Like what?"

"Like how close you came to being Kruger's next victim.� Like how scared I was that the woman I loved was in danger of being potted like a damned geranium.� All because she was stubborn and pig-headed determined to be Nancy Drew.� In my book, all of that earns you one hell of a spanking."� He grinned.� "When you’re feeling up to it, of course.� I don't want to be accused of police brutality or of being insensitive to an invalid."

"I don't suppose you’d be open to a little bargaining, would you?" she asked sweetly.

"Not likely, but go ahead and give it a shot.� I'm a reasonable man�or used to be."

"Well, since�as has already been mentioned�I did save your life, it seems only right that I should get a full pardon, so to speak.� And besides," she added coyly.� "I can probably think of a lot of very nice ways to show my gratitude.� I'd call that fair, wouldn't you?"

"No.� I'd call it attempted bribery."� He leaned down to straighten her pillows.� "You need to get some rest, now.� Lie down."

"I don’t want to lie down.� Just think how awful the headlines will look in the newspapers," she insisted.� 'Selfless Heroine Flogged Unmercifully By Ungrateful Public Servant.'"

"Okay, here's another headline," he suggested pleasantly.� 'Exasperated Cop Blisters Uncooperative Witness' Butt, While Hospital Staff Applauds.'"

With that, Detective McCann said goodnight, kissed her on the top of her head and headed off to find some coffee.� He paused for a moment in the doorway.

"The attempted bribery's going to cost you, by the way.� One solid minute over the arm of the couch, with your bare ass on fire and you howling bloody murder about injustice.� On the other hand, if you'll stop trying to squirm out of what you've already got coming, I'll overlook the bribery charge and give you the choice�spanked, blistered or flogged?� I'd like to go for all three, but that's just me.� Later, I'll even take you out to dinner at Ernie's, on the pier.� The shrimp's great, and it’s the only place I know around here where you can eat standing up.� And in your case, babe, that's going to be an absolute necessity.� Go to sleep, now."

* * * * *

The combined spanking-flogging-blistering went forward on schedule, with Beth bent gracelessly over the back of McCann's leather couch with her jeans and panties pulled down to her ankles and her bare backside shivering.� When Adam rolled up his shirtsleeves and unbuckled his belt, she groaned and gritted her teeth.

She had vowed not to make a sound and succeeded�for the first five strokes.� But when the belt landed for the sixth time, leaving in its scalding wake a bright red ribbon of pain, Beth's resolve crumbled, and she let out her first squeal, accompanied by a series of howls and frantic squirming.� If these piteous but highly exaggerated expressions of anguish were calculated to encourage sympathy from the man she loved, they failed miserably.� For if ever a man was determined to deliver a long overdue and well-deserved spanking and to make that spanking as memorable as possible, it was Detective McCann.

By the time he finished and slipped his belt back through its loops, he was well-satisfied that the feeble whimpers now emanating from his beloved were one-hundred-percent genuine.

After a suitable intermission, wherein she alternately sniffled and whined and cautiously rubbed her overheated behind, the promised dinner at the pier also proceeded on schedule.� As predicted, Ernie's plump fried shrimp were delicious.� As also predicted, Beth found it more comfortable to consume the luscious meal standing up.

And so ended Beth's first case as an unofficial homicide investigator.� It was her last case, as well, Adam assured her�with a not-especially-gentle pat on her throbbing rear end.� As they walked back to his apartment, hand in hand, they talked softly, laughing as they recalled their first meeting.� But as darkness fell, and the air grew damp and chill, she stopped walking and moved close to him, grateful for his quiet strength, and for the warmth and security of his arms.� Beth had begun to remember the rest of it, now�the grim details she had hoped to put behind her when Felix Kruger was finally nothing but a terrifying memory.

It had begun several months ago�with one of her many calls to the local police precinct.� Most of the calls had ended with nothing but frustration and anger, but then, one night�

* * * * *

Three months earlier:

Something very odd was going in Felix Kruger's tidy little brick bungalow.� Something creepy.

"Creepy," the cop on the phone repeated.� He sounded bored, and Beth knew he wasn't writing down anything she'd said.� He was doodling on a notepad or clipping his nails and not even making notes.� She should have used a better word.� Something more ominous than an old-fashioned word like "creepy."�� "Horrifying," maybe.� Not that it mattered.� She'd used "ghastly" the last time and "frightening" the time before that, and each escalation in terminology had brought about the same response:� an audible yawn.

"Did you hear what I just said?" she asked, making an effort to keep the irritation out of her voice.

"Yes, ma'am.� Creepy.� Your neighbor's doing something creepy.� Got it."

"Are you writing it down, though?" she persisted.� "A report?"

"Yes, ma'am.� Got it right here in front of me.� Creepy."

"And your name, again, officer?" she inquired, a bit too politely.

"Keenan, ma'am.� Sergeant Dennis Keenan."

Beth sighed.� Keenan, again.� She might just as well be talking to a table lamp.

"Thank you, Officer Keenan.� As always, you've been a tremendous help."� She hoped the sarcasm in her voice was coming through, loud and clear.

"No problem, ma'am.� That's what we're here for.� You take care, now."

The phone went dead.

�Beth hurled a throw pillow across her tiny living room and swore.� He hadn't believed her�again.� Why wouldn’t anyone believe her?

* * * * *

Three days later, when the phone on Keenan's desk rang at 2:14 in the morning, Adam McCann picked it up.� Technically, Detective McCann wasn't on duty.� He was still on vacation�for another two days, five hours, and forty-six minutes, to be exact, and had dropped by to pick up some papers on his way home from the airport.� They'd come home early from Disney World because Amy had to be back at school in four days, and his ex-wife Diana always threw a fit when he cut it too close.

He and Diana actually had shared custody of their fifteen-year old daughter during the summer months, but Diana still made most of the rules.� There wasn’t much that truly angered Adam McCann, but losing precious visitation time with his only child did.� At almost sixteen, Amy would soon be at the point where boys were more fun than ten days in Florida with Dear Old Dad.

Keenan was out on a call, and the other detectives who normally shared the cramped squad room were gathered around the office's elderly coffee machine, banging on the top and making the usual obscene threats about what they wanted to do to it.� McCann swore softly as he picked up the receiver.� It looked like his vacation was about to end early, too.

McCann listened attentively to the overwrought female citizen on the other end of the line, jotted down a quarter page of notes on Keenan's yellow legal pad and assured the caller that he'd "look into it."

When the woman hung up�or slammed the receiver down, more accurately, he called across the room to the others.� "Anybody here know anything about a woman named�," he glanced down at his notes.� "Walker? �Over on Hazelwood Circle?"

A chorus of hoots and whistles broke out.

Bert Markowitz interrupted his assault on the coffee machine long enough to come over and slap McCann on the back.� "This is your lucky night, McCann.� You finally got to chat with 'Midnight Mary'.

"We call her 'The Night Owl'," Markowitz explained, "or the 'Nosy Neighbor from Hell'.� Some screwball insomniac, an old maid or something, with a house full of stray cats.� Works at that women's center over in Rayburn.� She's been calling in every few nights for a couple of weeks, now.� Always real late, and always with the same story.� Her neighbor's up to something suspicious."� He smirked.� "I say the lady needs to get laid."

"You volunteering for the job, Markowitz?" someone called out.

Markowitz grinned.� "I might.� The guys tell me she's not bad-looking�for a nutcase."

"Give it up, Bert," another cop called.� "She's not your type."

"Yeah, and why the hell is that?" Markowitz shot back, his face reddening.

From his desk across the room, McCann's partner, Ed Forrester, joined in.� "She can read and write, for one thing."

McCann held up his hand to interrupt the raucous laughter.� "Okay," he said "knock it off for a minute.� Has anybody checked out this guy she's beefing about?� Kruger?"

"Yeah," said Forrester.� "First time she called.� We ran him through records.� He's clean.� Old guy.� Some kind of college professor.� One hundred and ten percent straight-arrow.� Like Bert says, the dame's probably some nutcase," he winked at Markowitz, "who needs to get laid."

McCann shook his head, doubtful.� "She didn't sound crazy.� Just mad as hell�at us.� Maybe a little scared."

"Scared of her own freakin' shadow's more like it," Markowitz growled.� "Wait'll you sit through another six or seven of her calls.� You'll get the picture.� A world-class nutcase."

* * * * *

Two weeks later:

Someone was in the house.� Beth sat up in bed, listening again for the sound she'd heard�faint but unmistakable.� Too loud to be one of the cats prowling around.� It had sounded like footsteps on the stairs.� Frustrating all of the home repair remedies she'd tried, the steps had creaked since the day she bought the house.� What she couldn't determine was whether whoever it had been was still on the stairs, or already outside her door, listening.

She grabbed the phone and held it against her chest to muffle the dial tone, then quietly opened the drawer of her bedside table.� The gun was all the way at the back, under a folded pillowcase, and in fumbling for it in the dark, she managed to knock a stack of books off the cluttered table.� There was a second's pause, then a scuffling noise from the hallway.� He was running!� Beth dropped the phone and bolted from bed with the weapon in her hand.� She put her ear to the door and listened, and when the steps creaked again, she flung open the door and dashed along the hall to the landing, screaming at the top of her lungs about having called 911.� In the dimly lit foyer below, a dark shape moved stealthily along the wall.

Later, she wouldn't remember exactly what happened next, but in the narrow hallway, the explosion of the two shots was deafening.� The next sound�of breaking glass�told her she'd probably missed the prowler, and scored a bulls-eye on her great-grandmother's oak china cabinet.� Beth swore as she stumbled down the stairs and into the kitchen.� The back door was wide open.� Desperately, she tried to calculate how many bullets had been left in the second-hand revolver after her last trip to the desert to practice her marksmanship on empty beer cans.� She hadn't realized that the cartridge box was nearly empty when she went to reload the ancient weapon, and had terminated the project with a partially-loaded pistol.� The question was answered when she tried to fire again, through the door and into the yard.� Nothing but a loud, metallic click.

With the gun empty and nothing else at hand for defense, Beth began grabbing cans from the pantry and hurling them through the open doorway into the darkened yard.� When she'd exhausted her arsenal of canned goods, she slammed the door, locked it and actually dialed "911."

The confrontation had not gone as well as she'd planned.

* * * * *

McCann and Ed Forrester were on their back to the station after wrapping up their work at the scene of a drive-by shooting when they heard the call from dispatch�with a familiar address on Hazelwood Circle.

"Isn't that the address our lady Night Owl always gives?" McCann asked.

Forrester nodded.� "Yeah.� Must be a full moon tonight "

McCann reached for the mike.� "Let's take a run by there."

"You're kidding, right?"

"You got something else to do?" McCann asked.

"Yeah.� We've got a large pepperoni pizza waiting for us down at Morelli's."

"It'll keep.� This won’t take long.� I'd like to meet the lady."

�Forrester grimaced.� "No, you wouldn't."

All of the houses on Hazelwood Circle were small, but number 285 looked more like a child's playhouse, with a scalloped roof, purely ornamental shutters and wooden flower boxes at every window.� Every light in the little house seemed to be on, and since there was no driveway, the five black and whites already there were parked at angles in the street.

"Who lives in a place like this?" McCann asked.� "Hansel and Gretel, maybe?"

"Yeah, and it looks like the kids are having a party," Forrester remarked irritably.

"There's a lot of firepower here," McCann observed, indicating the large number of patrol cars.� "Could be real this time."

Forrester sighed.� "Bet me."

They got out of the car and walked across the diminutive yard to the house.� A balding, one-eyed cat watched as they came close, then slunk away under a bush.� As they reached the steps, four uniformed cops burst out of the front door, laughing.

"So, now it takes five patrol units to check out a prowler?" Forrester asked the first man in the group�a gawky young rookie named Buchner.

The laughter stopped abruptly, and Buchner flushed with embarrassment.� "No, sir.� It’s just that�" he gulped, "it's like we all just answered the same call.� You know, for backup?"

"Or maybe to check out the nutcase?" Forrester snapped.

"No, sir.� Honest, it was just�"

"Get back to work.� There are probably a couple of genuine bad guys out there somewhere.� Go find a couple.� You could use the practice."

Just inside the front door, they found another familiar face�Dave Hawkins, from Burglary.

"We got a stiff here I don't know about, or are you guys just slumming?" Hawkins asked wearily, obviously annoyed to see two detectives from the elite homicide division on his humble turf.

McCann grinned.� "Nope.� We're here strictly as tourists.� Where's the woman?"

Hawkins pointed behind him.� "Back there, talking her head off."

"What's her name again?" McCann asked.

"Beth Wallace."� Hawkins checked his notes.� "Nah, here it is.� Mary Elizabeth Walker.� Goes by Beth.� Leases the place from a man named Frederick Lawrence�about six blocks over.� You guys down at homicide know her?"

"Only by reputation," McCann said, trying not to smile.

They found the woman in her tiny kitchen.� She had a big orange cat on her lap, and she was being questioned by two bored-looking uniforms.� The infamous "Night Owl" wasn't what McCann had expected.� She was in her early thirties, small�maybe five-three�and pretty, with fair skin, green eyes and mid-length dark blonde hair.� Mildly plump, but most of it was in all the right places.� McCann swore to himself.� Reacting to witness as anything but a witness was a bad habit for a cop.� It interfered with the job, and sometimes, it could be dangerous.

�McCann introduced himself, and when she didn't seem to recognize the name, he repeated it.� "Adam McCann, Homicide Division?� I think we spoke a couple of weeks ago?"

She rolled her eyes.� "Of course, Lieutenant McCann.� How could I have forgotten?� With all those calls I got back from you?"

McCann ignored the sarcasm.� Maybe she had her reasons for being a little hostile.� "Did you just move in, here, ma'am?" he asked, surveying the stacks of boxes and assorted clutter.

"Is that some sort of a crack?" she shot back.� Okay, McCann thought, updating his analysis.� Very hostile.

"No, ma'am.� Just curious."

"I've lived here for almost two years."

Adam glanced around the diminutive kitchen.� "I don't remember ever seeing another house this small," he remarked, to no one in particular.

"Cottage, Lieutenant.� Five-hundred-and-seventy-six square feet.� The development is called Cottageville, and this house was apparently considered adorable in the 1950s.� And before you start asking the same stupid questions the others did, there was a prowler tonight.� It's not my imagination; I'm not seeing things, and I'm not hysterical.� I shot at him twice, and then I threw cans."

"Cans?"

She pointed behind him, to a shallow pantry.� "I was out of bullets.� I have more, of course, but I sort of hide them around in different places, in case of� And then�" She flushed, maybe beginning to realize how her story sounded.� "Well, okay, sometimes I forget exactly where I've hidden them."

You know, like squirrels do, with nuts?" she added, and

Redrabbitt on 04/29/2014 01:20am
Murder Mystery with Domestic Discipline What a cleverly constructed and intriguing murder mystery. Knowing "who" was made apparent from the early part of the story, understanding the "how and why" was explained near the end. Beth Walker, 33 year old, single with many cats, is deemed a "nut case" by the local police with her persistent phone calls regarding the night time activities and suspicious behavior of her neighbor, Felix Kruger. Through numerous reports to the police, it finally includes Detective Adam McCann coming to the home of Beth Walker, after someone actually breaks in to her home late one night and she discharges a gun. Once Adam becomes involved, so does a relationship between he and Beth. Although this story does have a sexual relationship, it is not emphasized, this is mostly a Domestic Discipline and murder mystery story.
Redrabbitt on 04/29/2014 01:20am
"Murder Mystery with Domestic Discipline What a cleverly constructed and intriguing murder mystery. Knowing ""who"" was made apparent from the early part of the story, understanding the ""how and why"" was explained near the end. Beth Walker, 33 year old, single with many cats, is deemed a ""nut case"" by the local police with her persistent phone calls regarding the night time activities and suspicious behavior of her neighbor, Felix Kruger. Through numerous reports to the police, it finally includes Detective Adam McCann coming to the home of Beth Walker, after someone actually breaks in to her home late one night and she discharges a gun. Once Adam becomes involved, so does a relationship between he and Beth. Although this story does have a sexual relationship, it is not emphasized, this is mostly a Domestic Discipline and murder mystery story. "
angelia on 04/23/2014 12:44pm
well written great plot full of action suspense and some romance There is a brat in need of being rained in but no worries our Hero knows just what she needs and is more then able to give her a helping hand
angelia on 04/23/2014 12:44pm
well written great plot full of action suspense and some romance There is a brat in need of being rained in but no worries our Hero knows just what she needs and is more then able to give her a helping hand
KArc on 04/22/2014 08:46pm
I enjoyed this story. I didn't however care for the characters. Adam was ok but Beth didn't have any positive traits. I didn't think her having been a nun was believable. She was stubborn, argumentative, sneaky, untrustworthy and at times just plain stupid. I did however enjoy the storyline. The mystery was engaging and had me on the edge of my seat more than once.
KArc on 04/22/2014 08:46pm
I enjoyed this story. I didn't however care for the characters. Adam was ok but Beth didn't have any positive traits. I didn't think her having been a nun was believable. She was stubborn, argumentative, sneaky, untrustworthy and at times just plain stupid. I did however enjoy the storyline. The mystery was engaging and had me on the edge of my seat more than once.
madpuss on 04/18/2014 07:05pm
Good story. There was plenty of mystery and suspense. Beth's behaviour is enough to try anyone's patience but Adam does his best to keep her safe (a losing battle). I especially liked the humour running through the story with Adam and Beth's constant exchanges. I did think it was dragging a little bit towards the end before things came to a head and some details were glossed over but overall a good read.
madpuss on 04/18/2014 07:05pm
Good story. There was plenty of mystery and suspense. Beth's behaviour is enough to try anyone's patience but Adam does his best to keep her safe (a losing battle). I especially liked the humour running through the story with Adam and Beth's constant exchanges. I did think it was dragging a little bit towards the end before things came to a head and some details were glossed over but overall a good read.
JK on 04/18/2014 05:49am
I would love to spend time with April Hill! How does she come up with all these wonderful stories! Her characters are so much fun and she always makes me laugh! This one has our heroine as a somewhat pathetic pain in the local police dept's butt. But she is actually on to something!! (Not so pathetic!!) Anyway, the romance and spanking from her own private detective is quite delicious! The story kept me on my toes with it's creepy psychopath and I couldn't put it down! A must read!!
JK on 04/18/2014 05:49am
I would love to spend time with April Hill! How does she come up with all these wonderful stories! Her characters are so much fun and she always makes me laugh! This one has our heroine as a somewhat pathetic pain in the local police dept's butt. But she is actually on to something!! (Not so pathetic!!) Anyway, the romance and spanking from her own private detective is quite delicious! The story kept me on my toes with it's creepy psychopath and I couldn't put it down! A must read!!
K Tyler on 04/14/2014 11:24pm
Wow, April Hill has the ability to draw you in from the first paragraph. I was a little skeptical but was wonderfully surprised by this cleverly written mystery/romance. Beth is the running joke of the precinct for her consistent calls of suspicion on a neighbor. Adam accidently crosses path with her ongoing issues the local police station. She is convience there is danger and continues to get herself into trouble with Adam who is determined that safe is what she will be even if it requires him to loving encourage her with some well earned spankings. This is one I’ll read again.
K Tyler on 04/14/2014 11:24pm
Wow, April Hill has the ability to draw you in from the first paragraph. I was a little skeptical but was wonderfully surprised by this cleverly written mystery/romance. Beth is the running joke of the precinct for her consistent calls of suspicion on a neighbor. Adam accidently crosses path with her ongoing issues the local police station. She is convience there is danger and continues to get herself into trouble with Adam who is determined that safe is what she will be even if it requires him to loving encourage her with some well earned spankings. This is one I۪ll read again.
JJ on 04/13/2014 09:05pm
Brilliant. This was my first story by April Hill, but it will certainly not be my last. What’s not to love about a spanking romance that is also a very well-written mystery? Beth is a single woman who has become extremely concerned about her neighbor’s suspicious activity, but no one in the police station believes her or does anything about her daily calls. Until Adam. What starts out as humoring her because he wants to get to know her quickly turns into a full-fledged murder mystery. Beth likes to play junior detective though, and Adam wants none of that. He knows exactly what to do to keep Beth safe, and it involves some serious discipline. I adored this story, and found the characters believable and fun, the discipline loving, firm and fair and the mystery intriguing. I couldn’t ask for a better combination.
JJ on 04/13/2014 09:05pm
Brilliant. This was my first story by April Hill, but it will certainly not be my last. What۪s not to love about a spanking romance that is also a very well-written mystery? Beth is a single woman who has become extremely concerned about her neighbor۪s suspicious activity, but no one in the police station believes her or does anything about her daily calls. Until Adam. What starts out as humoring her because he wants to get to know her quickly turns into a full-fledged murder mystery. Beth likes to play junior detective though, and Adam wants none of that. He knows exactly what to do to keep Beth safe, and it involves some serious discipline. I adored this story, and found the characters believable and fun, the discipline loving, firm and fair and the mystery intriguing. I couldn۪t ask for a better combination.
A Hopkins on 04/13/2014 08:01pm
This was a great book! I had a bit of all my favorite genres and they were merged into a fun story. The mystery was creepy, the romance was done with touches or humor, and the domestic discipline blends into that humor wonderfully.
A Hopkins on 04/13/2014 08:01pm
This was a great book! I had a bit of all my favorite genres and they were merged into a fun story. The mystery was creepy, the romance was done with touches or humor, and the domestic discipline blends into that humor wonderfully.
SlenderMama on 04/12/2014 11:38am
This book was not that great. The heroine was incredibly stupid about putting herself into danger, just for the sake of stubbornness. After figuring out that her psychopathic neighbor had probably been using her basement to dispose of the bodies of women he's killed, she insists on going over to her house, ALONE, to get her gazillion cats. To make it worse, her cop boyfriend had already said he'd go with her to get them. She ran out of the house with both her keys and his, presumably so it would be harder for him to follow. I really hated her by the end of the book. On the other hand, April Hill seems in general to be a decent author. She just happened to write a heroine in this book that really rubbed me the wrong way.
SlenderMama on 04/12/2014 11:38am
This book was not that great. The heroine was incredibly stupid about putting herself into danger, just for the sake of stubbornness. After figuring out that her psychopathic neighbor had probably been using her basement to dispose of the bodies of women he's killed, she insists on going over to her house, ALONE, to get her gazillion cats. To make it worse, her cop boyfriend had already said he'd go with her to get them. She ran out of the house with both her keys and his, presumably so it would be harder for him to follow. I really hated her by the end of the book. On the other hand, April Hill seems in general to be a decent author. She just happened to write a heroine in this book that really rubbed me the wrong way.
Katy Beth McKee on 04/12/2014 09:54am
This is one of those stories that starts at the end and then backtracks. We start out with Beth being in big trouble and Adam there to save her. We spend the rest of the book finding out just how Beth got herself in such a fix. We also get to see the quick paced romance with Adam. Loved watching the sweet building romance and the solving of a mystery. This story was a lot of fun.
Katy Beth McKee on 04/12/2014 09:54am
This is one of those stories that starts at the end and then backtracks. We start out with Beth being in big trouble and Adam there to save her. We spend the rest of the book finding out just how Beth got herself in such a fix. We also get to see the quick paced romance with Adam. Loved watching the sweet building romance and the solving of a mystery. This story was a lot of fun.
kitty_ranma Price on 04/12/2014 04:33am
Oh I loved it. Suspenseful I couldn't put it down. Wanted more as always.
kitty_ranma Price on 04/12/2014 04:33am
Oh I loved it. Suspenseful I couldn't put it down. Wanted more as always.
SL on 04/11/2014 09:27am
Oh can you say psycopath? Murder? I loved this story. It was one of April Hills best. It was a mystery and kept you on the edge until the end. Yes there were tons of spankings. It is a spanking story after all. Beth just wouldn't listen or let the police handle it.. She was like a pit bull on a ham bone. She knew her neighbor was doing something, but didn't know what. The story had playful banter between Adam, her police Lieutenant, and Beth they called the nut case because she called the police every night to report her neighbor.. I loved their interaction. Adam was such a great balance for Beth. The entire story was well written, a few typos, but no big. I couldn't wait until I found out what happened and how it would end. Although, I was sad to see it end. It was a great read.
SL on 04/11/2014 09:27am
Oh can you say psycopath? Murder? I loved this story. It was one of April Hills best. It was a mystery and kept you on the edge until the end. Yes there were tons of spankings. It is a spanking story after all. Beth just wouldn't listen or let the police handle it.. She was like a pit bull on a ham bone. She knew her neighbor was doing something, but didn't know what. The story had playful banter between Adam, her police Lieutenant, and Beth they called the nut case because she called the police every night to report her neighbor.. I loved their interaction. Adam was such a great balance for Beth. The entire story was well written, a few typos, but no big. I couldn't wait until I found out what happened and how it would end. Although, I was sad to see it end. It was a great read.
Miss contrite on 04/09/2014 01:51am
April Hill is one of my favourite authors her books have such humour and the characters are all believable the women are sassy the men are strong and deal with said ladies in a very firm manor!!! How does your garden grow is a fantastic book the plot is quite complicated and the baddie is truly evil I highly reccomend this book
Miss contrite on 04/09/2014 01:51am
April Hill is one of my favourite authors her books have such humour and the characters are all believable the women are sassy the men are strong and deal with said ladies in a very firm manor!!! How does your garden grow is a fantastic book the plot is quite complicated and the baddie is truly evil I highly reccomend this book
Laurel Lasky on 02/26/2014 09:25pm
I love April Hills story's and this is a humdinger. Lots of humor which was laugh out loud and caused my husband to give me funny looks. There was mystery, suspense, some danger, romance and lots of spanking.
Laurel Lasky on 02/26/2014 09:25pm
I love April Hills story's and this is a humdinger. Lots of humor which was laugh out loud and caused my husband to give me funny looks. There was mystery, suspense, some danger, romance and lots of spanking.
Tara on 02/18/2014 08:01pm
Well worth reading, like most of April Hill's books. I didn't particularly like the starting-with-the-present- and-telling-the-story-as-a-flashback bit, but it was a good story regardless.
Tara on 02/18/2014 08:01pm
Well worth reading, like most of April Hill's books. I didn't particularly like the starting-with-the-present- and-telling-the-story-as-a-flashback bit, but it was a good story regardless.
KatD on 02/15/2014 09:14pm
Good story ...has funny bits and suspense
KatD on 02/15/2014 09:14pm
Good story ...has funny bits and suspense
on 02/15/2014 09:13pm
Good story line has funny bits and suspense
on 02/15/2014 09:13pm
Good story line has funny bits and suspense

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