Dead On Arrival (A Malia Fern Mystery)
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Last but not least, Makaio. He’s called every day since I was released from the hospital. Most of our conversations are short and sweet. A few have gone on into the wee hours of the night.
Which brings me to today. It’s midnight, Makaio’s first night back at work. Sitting at my favorite table, I dialed his cell phone. He answered on the second ring. His voice was melodious, and sounding sexy as hell in his attempt to keep the conversation private. “Hey. I was wondering when I’d hear from you.”
I could hear the police radio in the background and his new partner singing. Biagio had nothing on Makaio.
“Is he singing a lullaby?”
“Yeah, I was about to fall asleep…”
To wipe any thought of sleep from his mind, my next comment involved the promise of sex. Nothing keeps a man more awake and alert than the thought of sex. My words did not promise orgasm, my tone did. It all but caressed his naked body.
“I’d like you to cum see me. I have something for you,” I purred.
“Uhhh…” he cleared his throat. “We’d love to meet you. We were about to stop at Pearl’s for a restroom break.”
“I guess I better cover my pasties. They’re coconut tassels. Do you want to meet me in the men’s restroom?”
I could hear the dryness in his throat.
“Ta…Hassle?”
The clearing of his throat made me smile.
“No, it’s not a hassle. I’ll see you in a few minutes. A hui hou.” He didn’t wait for me to respond. He just hung up.
A wicked smile spread across my face. Not everything in life was gloom and doom. I actually enjoyed being the instigator of Makaio’s discomfort. I gloried in my depravity. Being the tease was fun.
Makaio and Pai had been riding my libido like a zip-line through Waimea Canyon. Non-stop anxiety, anticipation and appetite for more. They built it up higher and higher to the point my body dangled over the precipice for what seemed an eternity, but they never gave me the frickin’ ride.
The distance between us the last couple weeks did nothing to stop my body’s expectations. My body was ready and primed, and I wobbled on the brink of a sexual nervous breakdown. So yeah, now that Makaio was feeling a little bit of tension…on his not so short leg…things were looking up.
Just ask Makaio.
And once again, I find myself sitting in the local pastry shop, waiting for a cop to pee.
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When a dog adopts her and turns her life upside down, Rilee’s not so sure it’s a good thing. Especially when he leads her to a moose, a man and a dead body. Because the moose kicked her butt, the man saved her life and the dead body is one of her customers.
Now Rilee’s smack dab in the middle of all the small town politics with a killer on the loose who has an ax to grind. And Rilee just may be the next victim to have her name carved in stone.
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Recruit officer Kiley Gibbons has walked in her twin’s shadow her entire life—and is the exact opposite of her outgoing, athletic sister. But that’s exactly why she’s the one woman who caught Officer Walt Raynham’s eye.
Officer Raynham is everything Kiley needs, too bad he’s wearing the uniform of her boss. But when her friend’s death leaves Kiley with two children to raise and a custody battle she just might lose, there’s only man strong enough to step in and fill the role of her fiancé, and Kiley’s engagement of convenience to Walt could turn into an unstoppable force for happily ever-after…until a killer has another idea that may cost them everything they didn’t want.
About the Author
Three career paths resonated for Kym during her early childhood: a detective, an investigative reporter, and…a nun. Being a nun, however, dropped by the wayside when she became aware of boys—they were the spice of life she couldn’t deny.
In high school her path was forged when she took her first job at a dry cleaners and met every cop in town, especially the lone female police officer in patrol. From that point on there was no stopping Kym’s pursuit of a career in law enforcement—even if she had to duct tape rolls of coins to her waist to meet the weight requirements to be hired.
Kym followed her dream and became a detective that fulfilled her desire to be an investigative reporter, with one extra perk—a badge. Promoted to sergeant Kym spent the majority of her career in SVU. She retired from the job reluctantly when her husband drug her kicking and screaming to another state, but writing continued to call her name, at least in her head.
If you’d like to visit her on the web, she can be found at www.kymroberts.com or on Facebook or Twitter.
Author’s Note
I hope you enjoyed Dead On Arrival. The fascinating culture and people of Hawai’i inspired the story. Most of Hawaiian history has been passed down from generation to generation through the lālā ola or the ‘living branch’ in the art of storytelling, dance and art. And although much of it has been lost, Hawai’i’s past is as important to its people, as the American Revolution is to most Americans. They have their own language that is beautiful to listen to, and wondrous to learn.
The state’s complex history has made Hawai’i a unique and vital part in the variety of cultures we celebrate in The United States. It is important that we respect and preserve the foundation of its ancestry and truly appreciate the Aloha Spirit. For more information about the Hawaiian Culture, please visit:
Skin Stories: The Art and Culture of the Polynesian Tattoo
The Ka‘iwakīloumoku Hawaiian Cultural Center
The Hawaiian Cultural Center
The Polynesian Cultural Center
Heiaus are the ancient shrines or temples of the Hawaiian people and are important to the history of the islands. If you’d like to learn more about them, please visit:
The Property Prof Blog
Or read:
Jan Becket and Joseph Singer’s Pana O’ahu: Sacred Stones, Sacred Land (University of Hawaii Press, 1999).
Because the Malia Fern Mystery series is a pure work of fiction, I have taken countless liberties with Hawaiian mythology and locations on Kaua’i throughout the book. If you find part of the paranormal events particularly fascinating, please refer to a more factual account in Martha Beckwith’s Hawaiian Mythology. Many of the tourist locations are real; their proximity to other places, however, have been skewed for story purposes.
Also during Dead On Arrival, I briefly mentioned private investigators serving Temporary Restraining Orders, or TRO’s in Chapter Eleven. This is done completely for the purpose of this story. Some states allow private process servers to serve orders of protection. However, in Hawai’i as of 2014, TRO’s must be served by the police. For more information about TRO in the state of Hawai’i, please visit:
The Hawai’i State Judiciary
Nationwide victims may seek assistance at:
The National Domestic Violence Hotline
or Call The National Domestic Violence Hotline
1-800-799- SAFE (7233) | 1-800-787-3224 (TTY)
Mahalo,
Kym Roberts
Table of Contents
Copyright
Acknowledgements
Dedication
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
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nbsp; Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Other books available now by Kym Roberts
About the Author
Author's Notes