Title: Mass Casualty
A Motor City Universe Standalone
Author: Derek Adam
Genre: Thriller/Suspense Romance (Medical)
Release Date: June 1st, 2017
Availability: Paperback, eBook, Free on Kindle Unlimited
With 12 years under his belt as a highly-regarded paramedic in Detroit, Bobbie Badger has seen it all. Despite a tragic loss that shattered his home life, he has remained a stoic guardian to the city, committed to saving lives.
Until someone, or something, chose him as a target.
As ominous warnings surface, and those closest to him begin to turn up dead, Badger’s only salvation could rest with his estranged wife, Holly – a combat veteran, and sheriff’s deputy.
Will skill, passion, and determination be enough to overcome what hunts him?
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“Derek Adam’s debut is suspenseful and erotic. His dialogue pops and his characters are engaging… Billed as an erotic thriller, Mass Casualty definitely fulfills that promise. This is not a read for the faint of heart!” – Amanda (GoodReads)
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She was picky as hell when it came to coffee.
I stood nude in the kitchen, hands on my hips, staring at the French press while the coffee steeped.
The handle rattled and the front door opened. Peering around the kitchen entry to look down the hallway, I watched Hunter as he walked in. He didn’t see me, didn’t say anything, just slowly shut the door behind him. He looked to me as he started to make his way toward the kitchen.
“Hey man. I got your paper.” He held it up and I nodded. “I text you to let you know I was coming, didn’t you g-“
He came up short as he rounded the corner into the kitchen.
“Whoa. That’s a penis.” His eyes went straight to the ceiling and darted around, then fell to my face as I stared at him.
Then he looked back down to it, and back up to me before he about faced and sat at the table.
“Is that what you do at home between shifts? Soak your twig and berries in protein and miracle grow or something?” He tossed the paper on the table and looked at me again, shaking his head and making a disgusted face.
“It’s just a penis. You have a penis.” I dabbled in mild amusement. This was the normal shit between us on any given day, and normal felt good right now.
The banter was a good distraction.
“Penis is fine! I don’t have a problem with penis. I am OK with penis.” I poured a cup for Holly while he orchestrated his argument, animating his body as much as possible. He couldn’t help it; his hyper-metabolic ass doesn’t do well cooped up in the rig. Give him open space and he’s like a hyperactive husky.
‘Run. Run. Run? RUN.’
My mood was improving as I turned back. His eyes fell on my package again and he scoffed.
“We’ve all seen penises we weren’t supposed to see.” I smirked, shrugging slightly to mock Hunter’s inability to apologize save for the dismissive gesture.
“Penis is fine,” he said flatly. “That…” he pointed “is not a penis. Do the Jamaicans know what you’ve done to their Olympic bobsled?”
“It is my house, that you walked into. It’s my penis’ native land. His people roam free here.”
Holly entered the kitchen, sauntering toward me. She took the cup from me with a little flourish and a curtsy, flaring her hips and ass back toward Hunter.
She was also naked.
“Thank you, sir,” she winked at me with a wry smile. She hadn’t called me ‘Sir’ in a long time.
She turned back, giving Hunter a full-frontal shot as we kept our eyes locked on her. “Good morning, Hunter.”
He watched her go by, his mouth hanging open, face flushed red, head slowly swiveling as she passed. Leaning hard in the chair, he craned his neck to get the long exposure. The wooden chair groaned as he tipped it. I was expecting the chair to break under the stress.
Or dump him on the floor.
I watched him mouth, quite expressively, the words ‘OH. MY. GOD.’
“Hey. Cut it out.”
He spun in the chair back toward me and recoiled, groaning loudly.
“DUDE… you’re hard! It gets BIGGER?!” he looked back down the hall again, hoping to catch another glimpse of Holly. The look of tragic longing on his face told me that his tranquil view had ended. “I need to come over more often…”
“You wanna go fuck her?” I pointed toward the hallway.
His head snapped back at me so fast I struggled to keep a straight face.
“Uh… mother-fuck-yessir, I do.”
“Too bad. She doesn’t eat pussy.” I walked toward the hallway, guessing at the time given Hunter’s arrival. “Lemmie get changed and we’ll head in.”
“Cool…” he hollered after me. “I’ll just go hop in the back of the van so your… giant… dragon cock can ride shotgun.”
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About the Author
Derek Adam is a retired Emergency Medical Professional and has been a lover of telling stories his entire life, having made the transition from “filthy liar” to “sexy author” about the same time silver hairs started showing up in his face (and other places.)
In the early days, he attempted to write science fiction and high fantasy, but discovered it was more fun to write about people touching other people’s tingle-places (smut is cool.) while mixing in action, explosions, and plenty of WTF moments.
He’s also a gamer, gym rat, snow hater (despite living in Michigan), life liver, stunt double for Hulk, and he considers himself to be aggressively unfancy.