Sexy Cozy Mystery

The Salacious Scribes Mystery 

"I never imagined when I joined an erotic romance writing group that one of us would be killed at the Adult Entertainment Expo in Las Vegas. It had all started out so fun." So begins this humorous and PG-Rated romantic cozy mystery about the relationships between writers and what happens when one of them is killed. 

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Noir Mystery

 Chaneling Bogart and Bacall 

Here's a fun teaser for my noir mystery, Taken In.

Do you like the chemistry between Bogart and Bacall in classic 

hard-boiled detective films?

Are you a fan of Noir Mysteries such as Nightmare Alley?

If so, check out my BDSM noir mystery "Taken In."

Here's what it's about:

50 Shades of Grey meets Film Noir in this erotic mystery about a handsome homicide detective who is at the top of his game until he investigates the murder of a man found tied to a chair and shot in an upscale neighborhood in Charleston. The prime suspect is the man's wife. The problem is--the detective ends up falling under her spell. Will she take him down with her? Find out in Taken In. 

A Noir Mystery for adults only.

Here's an excerpt: 

In the afterglow, she looked over at the detective she had earlier handcuffed to a chair when they were having sex.

She walked over to her purse and pulled out a cigarette, lit it, then brought the ashtray to his bed where she sat up against the headboard and blew a few smoke rings.

When the Coltraine song ended, she slyly smiled and told him, “You know, Detective, I’m really going to miss this.”

Suspicious, he asked, “What do you mean you’re going to miss this?” 

She didn’t answer and gathered her clothes.

“Jessica,” he repeated with growing anger. “What did you mean?”

She slowly put on her strappy sandals.

He repeated, “Jessica, what’s going on?”

After dressing, she reached into her handbag, pulled out a compact, reapplied her cherry red lipstick, then enunciating each word slowly said, “Detective Harrison, you are very lucky that I like you.” 

She winked at him, walked over, and kissed the top of his head.

He glared at her.  "What game are you playing at now?" 

She headed towards the door.

"Jessica! Get me out of this chair!"

He tried to break free from the chair without success.  “Get the hell back here right now!” he screamed as she disappeared into the night, leaving him alone with his anger and vowing to get even with her.

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An Erotic Noir Mystery

 I love old film noir mysteries. Do you?

This picture was one of many that inspired my erotic mystery, "Taken In." 

Here's an excerpt from "Taken In":

"They were silent for a few minutes, bathed in the afterglow. Coltrane’s saxophone played dreamily in the background. 

She noticed a gold-plated cigar ashtray on the bedside table and asked, “Do you mind if I smoke, honey?” 

“Sure.  Be my guest."  

She walked over to her purse and pulled out a cigarette, then came back to bed. Sitting up and leaning against the headboard, she lit her cigarette and blew out a few smoke rings. Both sat wordlessly, listening to the music, each deep in thought.  When the song ended, Jessica stood and said, “You know, Detective. I’m really going to miss this.”

With hooded eyes, he glared at her with suspicion. “What do you mean you’re going to miss this?” 

She put out her cigarette and gathered her belongings.  After dressing, she reached into her handbag, pulled out a compact, and reapplied her cherry red lipstick. Drawing out each word, she told him, “Detective Harrison, you are very lucky that I like you.”

Then, abruptly, she stood and kissed the top of his head and headed for the door.

“What the hell did you mean by that?” he yelled. "Hey, Jessica! Where are you going?!" 

"Bye, honey," she replied and quietly shut the door behind her.

He was flabbergasted by her behavior and cried out, "Hey! Jessica! This isn't fun and games anymore! I'm serious! Where are you going?! Untie me! Get me out of this damn chair!"

Only silence, in a darkened room, echoed his complaint."

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From "Taken In" by Maggie May. Adults only. Contains a few BDSM power play scenes that may offend some readers. Don't say that I didn't warn you.

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An Erotic Mystery with a Film Noir Vibe

Are you in the mood for an excerpt from Taken In, my film noir-mystery tonight? Think Bogart and Bacall. In this scene, a very good-looking homicide detective interviews the victim's wife at the scene of the crime:

He left the house and walked along a stone path lined with rose bushes on either side and saw a woman sitting at a table with her back to him. The first things he noticed were her shapely calves. One leg was crossed over the other and he saw the red-lacquered sole of a Christian Louboutin designer shoe, his footwear of choice for his submissives. Trying not to startle her, he walked in front of the table and said, “Ms. Forshey...”
She jumped upon seeing him, uncrossed her legs and sat up straight. “Who are you?” she asked.
“I’m Detective Jay Harrison. I’m in charge of this case.” He showed her his badge.
“I see,” she answered, wiping her eyes, wet from crying. Her beauty took his breath away. She bore a striking resemblance to Lauren Bacall when she starred in To Have and Have Not. Her shoulder-length blonde hair was softly curled and parted on the side. Her eyes were a perfect mixture of blue and green and her eyebrows were perfectly arched, looking as if she could see right through anyone who talked to her. She wore a checkered jacket and a tight white blouse that just barely reined in her large breasts.
He cleared his throat and tried to stop thinking about how sexy she was. Sitting down at the table across from her, he said, “I know this is a difficult time and I’ll try not to inconvenience you too much.”
“Thank you,” she softly answered, and held an embroidered handkerchief up to her nose.
“I just have a few questions. I understand that you were gone on a business trip, came home from the airport, and found him dead.”
“That’ right.”
“What airline did you take?”
“Delta.”
“What city did you visit?”
“Atlanta.”
“And what kind of business?”
“I’m a buyer for Saks Fifth Avenue. There was a convention I attended.”
“I see. Is there anyone who can vouch for your whereabouts over the last 24 hours?”
“I was on a plane. Everyone could vouch for me if they remembered what I look like.”
“Oh, I think they’d definitely remember your face.”
“Excuse me?”
“Well, because you are very beautiful.”
She blushed deeply and he could see that she liked to be complimented. That may come in handy later, he told himself.
“How did you get back to your house?”
“I drove home. I left my car in the airport’s parking garage. Why all the questions?”
“We always ask the person who found the body these questions. Often, the killer knew the victim.”
“You’re making me nervous,” she said and reached for a pack of cigarettes on the table. She put one in her mouth and he picked up a silver lighter lying on the table. When he lit her cigarette, she rested her fingertips on his hand and then slowly and sensually blew out a cloud of smoke. She glanced over at him and smiled.
He looked at the lighter more closely and read, “JRF. Are these your initials?”
“Yes.”
“What’s your middle name?”
“Roberta.”
“Very personalized. I like when things are engraved. It’s classy.”
“If you say so,” she answered.
“Okay, Ms. Forshey—
“Call me Jessica,” she flirted.
“Ms. Forshey,” he insisted, “What was the first thing you saw when you came home?”
“The front door was open. I thought that maybe my husband had forgotten to close it. He’s been quite forgetful lately. He had early onset dementia.”
“Oh, sorry to hear that.”
“Tragic,” she said, flicking the ash off her cigarette into an oyster shell ashtray on the table.
“What did you see next?”
“The door to the safe was open.”
“Was it empty?”
“Yes. Someone took my jewelry and two gold bars.”
“Did your safe have a painting in front of it?”
“Yes. A landscape by Cezanne. I’m surprised the burglar didn’t take it. It’s worth a fortune.”
“I’ll have to take a look. Cezanne is one of my favorite artists.”
“Mine, too,” she answered and looked at him with a disarming smile.
“When did you notice that your husband was in the room?”
“Shortly after that.”
“Do you have any idea who might have wanted to kill him?”
“No. Everyone liked him. He didn’t have any enemies.”
“Oh, okay.”
He was quiet for a few beats and then asked, “Do you or your husband own a gun?”
“My husband kept one in a bedroom drawer.”
“Is it still there?”
“I don’t know. I haven’t looked.”
Which bedroom was yours?”
“His was upstairs to the left.”
He thought, hmmm…they don’t sleep together. Why not? Is there trouble in paradise?
“I’ll take a look before I leave.”
“Am I under arrest, Detective?”
“Should you be?”
“Do you always answer a question with a question?” Sounding defensive she said, “I wasn’t even in town. Ask my employer if you need confirmation.”
“I will. One more thing. Have you ever been on a sailboat?”
She laughed and said, “No. What a funny question. Why do you ask?”
“The ropes that bound him. Whoever did it knew some very intricate rope patterns.”
“You think I tied him up?”
“I’m just trying to gather as much information as I can. Nothing personal.”
She arched one of her well-defined eyebrows and tilted her head to the side, trying to figure out what made him tick.
He stood up and said, “No. You’re not under arrest, Ms. Forshey. Just let me know if you plan to leave town.” He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out one of his cards.
She stood up and he noticed how well she looked in a knee-length pencil skirt. She was tall for a woman—probably five foot ten. He shook her hand and told her, “I’m going to look for the gun.”

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Here's the description of this sexy erotic mystery:

Alpha Male, Detective Jay Harrison, is at the top of his game. He is devastatingly handsome, rich, charming and commanding. His life is turned upside down when a beautiful, alluring, and treacherous young wife calls 911 reporting that someone has shot and killed her husband. When the detective arrives at the scene and sees the way the victim is tied to a chair, he has a hunch that the man had been engaging in rope play before his sexual partner shot him in the back of the head. The reason he suspects it is because he too has participated in such sexual practices. He finds himself attracted to the young wife against his will. Will she take him down with her? Find out in "Taken", a sexy erotic mystery that is meant for adults who are open to reading about the BDSM lifestyle and like reading murder mysteries.

Here's an excerpt:

Tall, Dom, and Dirty

One of the great things about the internet is that it connects people from all over the world.  I went to an online erotic book party yesterday and we had people from Australia, South Africa, New York, Colorado, Canada and California.  We crossed time zones and came up with a time that was the most convenient for all of us.  Since I've just come out with an erotic mystery called Taken, I invited four of my favorite authors to come and join me.  Each of us had one hour to talk about our books, have contests, and give prizes. 

I'm a member of a Facebook group called Tall, Dom and Dirty that is a party venue for erotica writers--hence their provocative name.  We writers can choose a hosted party, where the people on the site will do the signage for author introductions and farewells (for a price) or an unhosted one where the writer takes care of the intros and farewells.  Even though I choose an unhosted party, the administrator/facilitator stayed on line with me for over five hours and helped move along the party.  I can't say enough about how helpful and fun these people are.

Since my new book, Taken, is an erotic mystery, I choose to have a mystery theme.  Here are some of the banners and other signage we used.

My book's detective and femme fatale were 

inspired by classic film noir stars.

Vintage Cover of a Nancy Drew Mystery

One of the Author Intros we used.

Here is a link that will take you to the Tall, Dom and Dirty site:
Tall Dom and Dirty Facebook Group
Become a member and go to the fun parties they host.
It's a great way to win books and other prizes.

Here's the Amazon link for my erotic mystery "Taken"

New BDSM Erotic Mystery

Here is an excerpt from my erotic mystery about a homicide detective who falls for his prime suspect. Will this femme fatale take him down with her?:

He left the house and walked along a stone path lined with rose bushes on either side. He saw a woman sitting at a table with her back to him. The first thing he noticed were her shapely calves. One of her legs crossed over the other, and he saw the red-lacquered sole of a Christian Louboutin designer shoe, his footwear of choice for his submissives. Trying not to startle her, he stepped front of the table, facing her.

"Ms. Forshey...”

She jumped upon seeing him, uncrossed her legs and sat up straight.  "Who are you?”

“I’m Detective Jay Harrison. I’m in charge of this case.” He showed her his badge.

“I see,” she answered, wiping her eyes, wet from crying. Her beauty took his breath away. She bore a striking resemblance to Lauren Bacall when she starred in “To Have and Have Not.” Her shoulder-length blonde hair was softly curled and parted on the side. Her eyes were a perfect mixture of blue and green and her eyebrows were perfectly arched, looking as if she could see right through anyone who talked to her. She wore a checkered jacket and a tight white blouse that barely reined in her large breasts. 

He cleared his throat and tried to stop thinking about how sexy she was and then sat down at the table with her. “I know this is a difficult time and I’ll try not to inconvenience you too much.” 

“Thank you,” she softly answered, and held an embroidered handkerchief up to her nose.

“I just have a few questions. I understand that you were gone on a business trip, came home from the airport, and found him dead.”

“That’ right.”

“What airline did you take?”

“Delta.”

“What city did you visit?”

“Atlanta.”

“And what kind of business?”

“I’m a buyer for Saks Fifth Avenue. There was a convention I attended.”

“I see. Is there anyone who can vouch for your whereabouts over the last 24 hours?”

 “I was on a plane. Everyone could vouch for me if they remembered what I look like.”

“Oh, I think they’d definitely remember your face.”

“Excuse me?” 

 “Well, because you are very beautiful.”

She blushed deeply and he could see that she liked to be complemented. That may come in handy later, he told himself. “How did you get back to your house?”

“I drove home. I left my car at the airport’s parking garage. Why all the questions?”

“We always ask the person who found the body these questions. Often, the victim knew the killer.”

“You’re making me nervous,” she said and reached for a pack of cigarettes on the table. She put one in her mouth and he picked up a silver lighter lying next to it and lit her cigarette. She rested her fingertips on his hand and then slowly and sensually blew out a cloud of smoke. She looked over at him and smiled.

He looked at the lighter more closely and read, “JRF. Are these your initials?”

“Yes.” 

“What’s your middle name?”

 “Roberta.” 

“Very personalized. I like when things are engraved. It’s classy.”

“If you say so,” she answered. 

“Okay, Ms. Forshey—

“Call me Jessica,” she flirted. 

“Ms. Forshey,” he insisted, “What was the first thing you saw when you came home?”

 “The front door was open. I thought that maybe my husband had forgotten to close it. He’s been quite forgetful lately. He had early onset dementia.”

“Oh, sorry to hear that.”

“Tragic,” she said, flicking the ash off her cigarette into an oyster shell ashtray on the table.

“What did you see next?”

“The door to the safe was open.”

“Was it empty?”

“Yes. Someone took my jewelry and two gold bars.” 

“Did your safe have a painting in front of it?”

“Yes. A landscape by Cezanne. I’m surprised the burglar didn’t take it. It’s worth a fortune.” 

“I’ll have to take a look. Cezanne is one of my favorite artists.”

“Mine, too,” she answered and smiled.

“When did you notice that your husband was in the room?”

“Shortly after that.”

“Do you have any idea who might have wanted to kill him?” 

“No. Everyone liked him. He didn’t have any enemies.”

“Oh, okay.” He was quiet for a few beats and then asked, “Do you or your husband own a gun?”

“My husband keeps one in a bedroom drawer.”

“Is it still there?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t looked.” 

"Which bedroom was yours?”

“His was upstairs to the left.”

He thought, hmmm…they don’t sleep together. Why not? Is there trouble in paradise? “I’ll take a look before I leave.”

“Am I under arrest, Detective?”

“Should you be?” 

 “Do you always answer a question with a question?” Sounding defensive she answered, “I wasn’t even in town. Ask my employer if you need confirmation.”

“I will. One more thing. Have you ever been on a sailboat?”

She laughed and said, “No. What a funny question. Why do you ask?”

 “The ropes that bound him. Whoever did it knew some very intricate rope patterns.”

“You think I tied him up?”

“I’m just trying to gather as much information as I can. Nothing personal.” 

 She arched one of her well-defined eyebrows and tilted her head to the side, trying to figure out what made him tick. 

 He stood up and said, “No. You’re not under arrest, Ms. Forshey. Just let me know if you plan to leave town.” He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out one of his cards. She stood up and he noticed how well she looks in a knee-length pencil skirt. She was tall for a woman—probably five foot ten. He shook her hand and told her, “I’m going to look for the gun.”

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New Erotic Mystery

I love watching, reading and writing mysteries.  Do you?  If so, I hope you'll take a look at my brand new erotic murder mystery called "Taken".

Here's what it's about:

Lady’s man, Detective Jay Harrison, is at the top of his game. He is devastatingly handsome, rich, charming and commanding. His life is turned upside down when a beautiful, alluring, and treacherous young wife calls 911 reporting that someone has shot and killed her husband. When the detective arrives at the scene and sees the way the victim is tied to a chair, he has a hunch that the man had been engaging in rope play before his sexual partner shot him in the back of the head. The reason he suspects it is because he too has participated in such sexual practices. He finds himself attracted to the young wife against his will. Will she take him down with her? Find out in "Taken", a sexy erotic mystery that is meant for adults who are open to reading about the BDSM lifestyle and like reading murder mysteries.

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