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Female Force, A Jake Stone Thriller (Book Seven): The Jake Stone Thrillers, #7
Female Force, A Jake Stone Thriller (Book Seven): The Jake Stone Thrillers, #7
Female Force, A Jake Stone Thriller (Book Seven): The Jake Stone Thrillers, #7
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In this highly anticipated seventh installment of the popular Jake Stone Thrillers, Jake's friend Snowflake must battle the vicious Knifehand Jones in a ferocious death match. Meanwhile, Jake tries to establish a relationship with a friendly local nightclub owner, whose bustling establishment attracts a diverse and rather bizarre clientele.

"The seventh book in this rollicking series has plenty of thrills, action, belly laughs and old fashioned suspense, not to mention the ever deepening relationship between Jake and Snowflake and the charming saga of their "genderless" child. Where is this all heading? A must read!!" Theodora K.

"I grabbed the first Jake Stone book for $0.99 and started reading out of curiosity--after a few pages, I couldn't put it down. Mr. Peters writes in a very fresh, authentic style, and the characters have a real charm. The plot is well developed and keeps the pages turning. I'm already buying the next few books in the series. Do yourself a favor and check it out!" Tiger03

"There's no question that Peters is a master wordsmith." Gerry B's Book Reviews

"T.L. Peters' way of writing is wonderful." Kyanara

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PublisherT.L. Peters
Release dateDec 26, 2011
ISBN9781465761217
Female Force, A Jake Stone Thriller (Book Seven): The Jake Stone Thrillers, #7
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T.L. Peters

"There's no question that Peters is a master wordsmith." Gerry B's Book Reviews About the author: T.L. Peters is an ex-lawyer who enjoys playing the violin and giving his dog long walks in the woods. In between, he writes novels.

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    Female Force, A Jake Stone Thriller (Book Seven) - T.L. Peters

    Female Force, A Jake Stone Thriller (Book Seven)

    By T.L. Peters

    Smashwords Edition

    Copyright 2011 T.L. Peters

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    This book is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, real people or real locales are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

    To read more about the author and his other books, go to http://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/tlpeters.

    I grabbed the first volume of The Jake Stone Thrillers for $0.99 and started reading out of curiosity—after a few pages I couldn’t put it down. Mr. Peters writes in a very fresh, authentic style, and the characters have a real charm. The plot is well developed and keeps the pages turning. I’m already buying the next few books in the series. Do yourself a favor and check it out. Tiger03.

    There’s no question that Peters is a master wordsmith. Gerry B’s Book Reviews

    Chapter 1

    It was a hot day, and getting hotter.

    Snowflake was resting on a lounge chair next to their recently installed gunite in- ground pool, complete with a gently sloping walk-in entry, a tanning ledge along the far perimeter, an in-water bench and table outfitted with the latest in hydrotherapy jets for added enjoyment, a grotto built into the near side with actual granite, not the fake stone so common nowadays, and a compact but thoroughly stocked swim-up bar.

    The bar was Jake's idea. Snowflake was against it on the general grounds of abstinence. But Jake had insisted that as prominent local business people they might occasionally need to entertain more worldly community leaders and other guests who might like a stiff drink now and again. For some reason, perhaps to buoy Jake's incessantly flagging male ego, which she was kind enough to acknowledge from time to time, Snowflake acceded to Jake's wishes. In any event, the pool was a perfect recreation spot, ideal for any growing family, both for parents intent on a cozy romantic interlude and toddlers out for a few splashing hours of fun.

    The baby was in its playpen a few feet away, with Maria, adorned in a stunningly tight red bikini, standing over the cherry stained wooden railing making silly faces at the rambunctious seven month old. It was lying on its back in a fluffy pink shirt and light blue shorts smiling pleasantly upward, while jostling its pudgy little arms and legs with no apparent purpose in mind but its overall amusement. Its wavy blond hair trembled gently in the soft Mexican breeze, and its green eyes sparkled vibrantly under the warm tropical sun.

    Jake was hovering a few inches behind Snowflake, absorbed by the hard naked slope of her shoulders. He glanced at her stomach rippling with a near blinding maze of heavily ridged muscle, and then swung his eager eyes toward the plump bronzed bulges along her thighs and calves.

    Snowflake was wearing her favorite two piece swimming suit, the bottom deep blue, the top a dusty gray. These were also Jake's favorite colors on her otherwise bare body. To his admiring eyes they seemed to make her razor sharp physique look even sleeker and more sculpted, a lusty conclusion with which Snowflake heartily agreed, now that she had shed all the extra weight from her pregnancy.

    The hot itch of romantic passion, mingled with a potentially unhealthy dose of sexual desire, suddenly welling up inside him, uncontrollable as always, Jake leaned down to kiss the taut cord of flesh pulsating in a short but steady rhythm along the base of her neck. Her skin felt smooth and hot on his dry lips, the hard muscle beneath nonetheless fighting back against him like a tough sheath of silently vibrating rubber.

    Unable to hold out against her carnal superiority, Jake pushed his mouth along her moist throat and kissed her again on the bony rim of her jaw and then on the soft mound of her cheek. Snowflake turned her head slowly toward him, her green eyes sharp and brilliant in the bright morning sunlight, her mouth firm and determined, her lightly tinted blond hair shimmering like a sudden dazzle of explosive light.

    There was much to behold and admire about her, but Jake chose to focus on her lips, wide and moist and invitingly red, and then bent over to kiss them. The kiss was full and rich and Jake was soon struggling to enter her mouth, but her hard tongue savagely pushed him away.

    Undeterred, for Snowflake was seldom shy in asserting her superior physical might, Jake was about to wrap his arms around her bristling back and bury his mouth into hers when he felt himself suddenly sailing through the air in a perfect double somersault. He landed back first and with a heavy grunt on the grassy lawn separating the sandstone pool patio from the ivory rimmed back door of their recently refurbished three story house. After his aching limbs awkwardly rolled over themselves a couple of times, Jake quickly managed to shake off most of the sting that had slithered up his spine and in the process gradually began to realize what had just happened to him.

    While he was distracted by his amorous adventure, Snowflake had grabbed him by his open shirt collar and neatly flipped him over her broad shoulders. She hadn't done that in a while, at least not to him. But Jake knew instantly what the unexpected maneuver meant. It was Snowflake's less than subtle signal that after seven months of strenuous rehabilitation therapy following her excruciating pregnancy, she was back, as strong and agile and fit as ever, and ready to vanquish anyone she had a mind to, including her doting husband, especially her doting husband.

    Jake pulled his knees up against his sweaty chest and smiled at her. She smiled cheerfully back. Maria was still busy playing with the baby. The long time servant and now trusted nanny to their only child hadn't even noticed Snowflake's nicely executed judo toss. And if she had, she would not have given it a second thought. Snowflake and Jake were always horsing around. At least it seemed that way to Maria, a simple Mexican girl largely unburdened with sophisticated notions of intergender amusement, and she had quickly gotten used to what she regarded as their good natured pranks and antics.

    Maria, nevertheless, worried that Snowflake would get a little too rough and hurt poor Señor Jake, whom she liked and respected for his patience and kindness toward her and her new husband, Julio. But she had slowly come to the realization that Snowflake had somehow mastered the talent of precisely measuring and cataloguing within her robust brain all of Jake's many frailties, which enabled her at any given moment to know just how far she could physically overwhelm him without severely damaging his less than stellar physique.

    After his sedentary professional career spent behind a lawyer's desk, Jake in the last few years had made great strides in getting himself into shape. Maria, and even Snowflake when she was in especially good spirits, readily acknowledged his progress. But he was still no match for Snowflake or Maria or their business manager, Julie, or for most of the other women kick boxing and aerobics instructors working out at their various fitness facilities. He was a man in a woman's world, and Maria was impressed at how he seemed able to make the most of his second class status, and even at times to revel in it.

    Maria often wondered whether she could establish a similar bond of trust with, and dominance over, her husband, Julio. But Julio was a tough and vibrant man, not naturally submissive like Jake, and Maria feared that it would take her a long time to soften him up into a sufficiently compliant state without damaging his psyche too severely.

    Maria was confident, however, that Julio would eventually acquiesce to a subservient spousal role once he realized how enjoyable and stimulating such a topsy-turvy relationship could be, especially in the bedroom. It seemed to work for Jake and Snowflake anyway, as best as Maria could determine, and in her heart she had resolved to explore the whole matter for herself with, or if need be without, Julio's active cooperation.

    A low pitched groan caused Maria to tilt her head in the direction of her two saucy employers. Jake was rubbing a kink out of his neck, while Snowflake was eyeing him playfully. The gleam in their eyes suggested to Maria that more hi-jinks were on the way.

    I'm not afraid to fight you, Jake announced to his wife, still smiling broadly at her, the corners of his mouth bent upward at a cocky tilt.

    Because you know I won't hurt you, Snowflake pointed out gingerly. Not at the moment anyway. I feel too mellow, and the day is far too fine for such childish nonsense.

    I know nothing of the kind, Jake replied briskly. You would devastate me at a moment's notice if it suited you. And tell me, my Darling, when are you ever really mellow, and what do you care if the sun is out or not? You can beat up a man just as easily in a drenching rainstorm as on a perfect summer day.

    If you truly believe all of the drivel you spout, my dear husband, then you really are a fool, she said laughingly. And as you know, it is my practice to kill fools on a whim, especially those of the male persuasion.

    You're not woman enough to kill me, but only to hurt me, Jake commented brusquely, his smile sharpening, the chunky muscles in his chest rippling and shaking before firming up. But unfortunately for Jake's manly pretensions, unable to hold the pose against the downward drag of gravity, the spongy muscles quickly sagged again.

    As Snowflake's eyes widened to take in the hardening edge to her husband's impressive biceps and the taut cords of muscle ripping and slicing along his thighs, her laugh petered out, and all that remained was a sly and penetrating grin.

    Come over here next to me, my feisty Jake, and try repeating that, if you dare.

    I just love it when you boss me around, Jake replied, yet staying put in his tight squat on the thick grass.

    Snowflake's grin faded into a piercing glare. Maria again glanced down at the baby, who had begun giggling with great delight.

    You're more than just a fool then, Snowflake snapped. You're a hapless fool.

    I'm a happy fool, Darling, and if I must be hapless to be happy, I'm willing to take the plunge.

    Snowflake snorted amiably as she grabbed a bottle of yellowish vitamin water from the chair's cup holder and downed the refreshing contents in one savage gulp.

    You're getting to be a lazy fool, too, Snowflake added, wiping her mouth with her thick forearm and then winking at him, the first time Jake could recall her ever winking at him. You don't take care of our baby. You don't work at our business. You just sit around and get old and a little fleshy in the chest. I hate men who sport fleshy chests, regardless of the strength in their arms and legs. There's something psychologically suffocating about all those unnecessary layers of epidermal tissue demanding to be seen.

    I really haven't noticed, Jake said, pinching the hard narrow rolls along his stomach. Maybe I should do more pushups.

    That would not be a bad idea, Snowflake responded congenially enough. But still it's not enough. Your overall contribution these days both to our family and our business amounts to virtually nothing. Where is the old fire, Jake? Where is the man I fell in love with? What has become of him?

    As I recall, Jake replied, his face sobering a bit before once again assuming a more cheerful aspect, the man you fell in love with did rather well in fending off our many enemies at Betsy's recent cage match with the late great El Toro. And I also seem to remember saving your life on a couple of occasions. Isn't all that worth something, even in this cold and heartless world?

    That may be true, the response came briskly, but what have you done for me lately, besides sitting around and admiring me?

    Jake tried but failed to suppress a devilish grin.

    To sit around and admire you, my darling wife, Jake muttered while twitching his shoulder blades together to squeeze out the last ounce of sting rippling through them, while still retaining my life, such as it is, I believe is a great achievement. Anyway, you don't want me taking care of our little baby. You said so yourself. And as far as the business is concerned, Julie can handle all that far better than I ever could. You see, my Darling, you've managed to make me wholly superfluous, and in the process I have become the perfect non-husband and non-father, which, I suspect, no matter what you say to the contrary, is just the way you have always wanted it. But I do not object to your strange and contradictory wishes for my future, for I am also a happy realist, in addition to being a contented fool.

    It was true, at least the part about Jake's relationship, or lack thereof, with their lively new addition to the family. Snowflake had effectively banished Jake from the child rearing process. She had not even consulted him in naming the creature.

    Fierce, Jake thought disgustedly for the umpteenth time, as he snuck a glance at the bundle of jiggling flesh still chuckling happily in its infant's cage. What a ridiculous moniker to hang on a poor defenseless kid, ridiculous, that is, for anyone but Snowflake's child, for Jake knew what his strident spouse was up to. Snowflake was intent on fashioning their little girl into some kind of super Amazon warrior.

    For what ultimate purpose, Jake had no idea. He doubted if Snowflake did either, other than fulfilling some vague notion of female superiority. But that was a myth, too. The child was not really female, nor male either, but, so far at least, constituted a handsomely cute parcel of biological ambiguity. But that was hardly Jake's fault. He had supplied the required chromosomal mix. If the kid had turned out wrong, it must be Snowflake's genetic doing.

    In any event, maybe later on when it was old enough to appreciate his charming personality, he would befriend the child as a kind of wise and endearing uncle figure. But for now Jake had delegated to himself the far more comfortable and decidedly less strenuous role of casual observer.

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