You won’t believe how simple and FREE creating an authors website can be!

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In the past, an author’s personal website was the holy grail of finding information on our most beloved writers and storytellers. From book tours to correct reading order, to a mailing address where you could send fanatical letters and wail about the death of your favorite characters. Like a brick house we built with our bare hands, they were our personal spaces, our platforms through which we reached our readers. But, with the rise of blogging and social media, the authors website is slowly fading into antiquity. Or is it? Times are constantly changing and with it comes a flux of new technology and social platforms that overwrite the old. If you’re a millennial like me you no doubt witnessed the death of MySpace and the rise of Facebook and Twitter. But, who’s to say that in ten years these popular sites will still be around? Having a Facebook “like” page and a booming twitter account are fine, but in the case that Facebook nosedives at any time in the future, having your own platform that’s controlled solely by you may be your only saving grace. I can already hear you screaming at me, “But websites are expensive! I can’t afford that!” and “I don’t know how to code a website! I can’t be in control of something I know nothing about!” Relax friends and colleagues, I’m here to provide a comprehensive guide on building a simple website that you can operate without entirely on your own. Follow along and in three simple steps, you will have your own FREE platform that no one can take from you, not even the Facebook banning police. I know we’ve all had our run in with those jerks. Here we go!

STEP ONE: Choosing a host website

A.C. GreenleeThere are many platforms that allow you to host your website with a custom domain name, which is what we’ll be using here so that you completely “own” your website. The host I think is the best and personally use is Tumblr.com. Tumblr is a blogging website that allows users to create their own blogs and seamlessly share content from millions of users all around the world. This both allows authors to find and interact with new and prospective fans while simultaneously keeping their blog or website fresh with new content. I’m going to go out on a limb here and assume you already have an email address. If not, I highly recommend Gmail for all your emailing needs. Grab your email and navigate to http://www.tumblr.com and create an account. Account creation is extremely simple. Simply enter your email address, password and select a username. I suggest creating a username that in some way correlates to what you’re trying to accomplish.  AuthorJenineHadwick is perfectly fine as apposed to PrincessPonyGlitterBootyShorts. I’m serious, tumblr usernames get pretty rediculous. Now, open up a new tab and get ready for step two.

STEP TWO: Acquiring a domain name

Head over to http://www.dot.tk/. This is your domain provider.A.C. Greenlee Website Creation Guide A domain provider, in a nutshell, is a computer network server where your website will be hosted 24 hours a day, seven days a week without disruption. Essentially, your personal computer, the one you’re using right now could act as a host for your website. With a few apps and minor HTML and coding knowledge, you really wouldn’t need a domain provider at all. Except for the fact that your computer isn’t turned on and connected to tA.C. Greenlee Website Guidehe internet all day every day and your internet connection probably wouldn’t have the strength to support all the people flocking to your website. Domain names usually range in price from $10 a month to over $100 a year for a .com domain. But, with the dot.tk website, you will be
provided with a .tk domain name completely free of charge. Yes, COMPLETELY free. The only catch is that you have to renew your domain name every year. But, for a free website, that doesn’t seem too daunting now does it? Head over to http://www.dot.tk and pick your domain name. Now, this will be the NAME of your website, the name through which users will find you. For example, my website is http://www.acgreenlee.com. I opted to pay for a .com domain name for personal reasons but, notice how simple the web address is. Your domain name could be anything from FamousAuthorHeather.tk to HankHillSellsPropane.tk. Just make sure it’s exactly what you want and something you won’t regret choosing later. After checking that your domain is available, proceed to the signup process.

Configuration:

  1. Select Use DNS.
  2. For the IP address slots, enter the IP from Tumblr (66.6.44.4) in both slots.
  3. Select 12 Months from the drop down menu.
  4. Enter the CAPTCHA.
  5. Complete registration.

Head back over to tumblr:

  1. Click Settings (the gear icon) at the top of your Dashboard.
  2. Click the blog you’d like to update on the right side of the page.
  3. Click the pencil to the right of the username section and enable “Use a custom domain.”
  4. Enter your domain (e.g. mywebsite.tk).
  5. Click “Test your domain.”
  6. Correct problems if the test finds any, and click “Test your domain” until the test is successful.
  7. Hit “Save.”

If you navigate to your username.tumblr.com blog and it tells you that theres a problem, don’t panic, this is a good thing! It means tumblr is pointing correctly to your domain name and all there’s left to do is wait until all the mechanical stuff updates iteslf. Now lets move onto step three, the fun part!

STEP THREE: Customization

The thing I love most about tumblr is how easily customized it is, even if you have no knowledge of coding. After you’ve beaten your website into shape and you have your AuthorsWebsite.tk website set up and tested, head back to tumblr and go Blog Settings and Edit Theme. You can choose from a million free (and paid if you’re about that life) themes to make your websiteScreen Shot 2015-08-28 at 11.04.09 PM look however you want. By uploading a header image and profile picture, most themes will give you an entirely personalized website at the push of a button. For even more personalization, hit Edit HTML in your blog editor and get ready for your first, simple HTML coding lesson. Head over to any free tumblr theme code site (we’re going with http://kawaiilayouts.com just because I love them) and copy one of their free theme codes. Head back over to the Edit HTML section of your tumblr editor, select the HTML that’s already there, hit paste, update preview and TADA. Completely new website with the click of a button.

With your new website you’ll be able to truly build an authors platform independent of any social media sites personal fate. And, in the case that something happens to tumblr, there are quite literally a million different alternatives to hosting, and your domain provider dot.tk even has its own page builder if you ever want to cut your ties to a host all together. You can have your cake and eat it to by using social media in conjuncture with your personal website, extending your reach and your influence exponentially. Make them work with each other and for each other! Now that you have the foundation laid out for you, what are you still doing here? Go! Go build a website!

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A.C. Greenlee writes tailor made romance and erotic with real women in mind

Genesis Character Introduction: Victoria Bouchard

Next on our list of character introductions is our spunky heroine, Victoria.

Adorable to look at, our heroine is a fiery little number with a potty-mouth and a penchant for getting her way, even if it means resorting to violence. Although she isn’t physically the strongest, she uses her enhanced mental prowess to overcome any obstacle she finds in her way. Now introducing, Victoria Bouchard, Kaizer’s Angel. 

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Name: Victoria Bouchard

Played by: Shin Yeong Kim/Ji Eun Lee

Age: 24

BirthdateSeptember 18th, 1990

Zodiac: Virgo exists in the mind, everything is inside. To the world, Virgo presents a calm and collected exterior, but on the inside, nervous uncontrolled energy resides. They are constantly trying to figure things out, how to improve everything; analyzing and thinking. Virgo can tire itself out without even moving! Virgo has a constant drive to improve and perfect, this can lead to extreme pickiness and finickiness. They are pure, their motives are honest, never malicious and they want to accomplish something.

General information: Since she was a small child, Victoria has always had problems with her sight, a fact which often left her ostracized by her siblings and classmates. A true daddy’s girl, her only friend and confidant growing up was her father Percy Bouchard, who doted on the girl, spending a good portion of his time making sure she felt right at home. During her teenage years, Mr. Bouchard was diagnosed with ALS, also known as Lou Gehrig’s Disease, and spent the remainder of his life on earth in constant suffering. Victoria blamed herself. After her father’s death, she was sent to Harlan, Iowa to attend college at Viking Lake University, where she met and fell in love with Kaizer Dresden, a brilliant albeit lazy Grim Reaper. She knows his secret, to a certain extent, and he’s forever curious about the strange mental abilities she displays.

Personality Type: ISTJ – The Duty Fulfiller

Serious and quiet, interested in security and peaceful living. Extremely thorough, responsible, and dependable. Well-developed powers of concentration. Usually interested in supporting and promoting traditions and establishments. Well-organized and hard working, they work steadily towards identified goals. They can usually accomplish any task once they have set their minds to it.

Heroine Archetype: The SPUNKY KID – Gutsy and true, she is loyal to the end. She is a favorite of many writers, and for good reason. You can’t help but root for her. She’s the girl with moxie. She’s not looking to be at the top of the heap; she just wants to be in her own little niche. She’s the team player, the one who is always ready to lend a hand.

Best strengths: Intellection, Learner, badass adorable, little miss badassbadass adorable.

Worst flaws: Cannot spit it out, Anti-Hero, Innocently Insensitive.

Ego flaw: Stubbornness.

Ambitions: To graduate at the top of her class and later, help find the psychopath who’s making sashimi out of all her friends and classmates.

Internal conflict: She seems composed on the outside, but inside she struggles with the potential to do great evil in the world instead of good.

External conflict: She’s self-deprecating when it comes to her love for Kaizer. She can’t help but believe that she isn’t good enough for him.

Biggest fear: Failing. Whether it’s in life or a board game. She can’t stand to lose. Being blind, losing her sight and being ineffectivethese are the fears that haunt Victoria Bouchard.

Bio: Victoria was born in Norfolk Virginia. As a child she always dreamed of attending Harvard, or generally any Ivy League school, but quickly realized that her dream would be far from possible with her parent’s limited income. Victoria was cursed with poor eyesight as well as seemingly limitless mental abilities. She soaks up information like a human sponge, processes data like a super computer and can sometimes even hear the thoughts of the people around her.

Main Cast List:
We’ll continue our list of characters tomorrow with Mr. Ezra Dresden, the Grim Reaper Führer himself. The epitome of a powerful ‘badass’ he’s quite literally every woman’s wet dream. I think you’ll enjoy him~! Until next time!

Genesis Character Introduction: Kaizer Dresden

I promised you character introductions and who better to start with than the hero of our story himself? You’ll find a list of the main cast at the end of the post, as well as the actors/actresses portraying them. For the extended plot line and an excerpt from Genesis, follow the link below. Enjoy~!

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Name: Kaizer Dresden
Race: Grim Reaper
Played by: Tao Huang
Age: 24 (Appearance) 72 (Actual Age)
BirthdateOctober 25th
Zodiac: Scorpios are very deep, intense people, there is always more than meets the eye. They present a cool, detached and unemotional air to the world, yet lying underneath is tremendous power, extreme strength, intense passion, a strong will and a persistent drive.
General information: The youngest son of the Guardian Realm’s prestigious Dresden family. He was exiled to Harlan Iowa after blacking out and going on a rampage that resulted in the murder of several mortals before their time was up. Since then, he has taken up communications at Viking Lake University to pass the time and has developed a deep relationship with the mortal woman Victoria Bouchard.
Personality Type: ENTJ – The Executive Assertive and outspoken – they are driven to lead. Excellent ability to understand difficult organizational problems and create solid solutions. Intelligent and well-informed, they usually excel at public speaking. They value knowledge and competence, and usually have little patience with inefficiency or disorganization.
Hero Archetype: The BAD BOY- Dangerous to know, he walks on the wild side. This is the rebel, or the boy from the wrong side of the tracks. He’s bitter and volatile, a crushed idealist, but he’s also charismatic and street smart.
Best strength: Strong, Reliable, Protective
Ego flaw: Impatience.
Ambitions: To get back into his family’s good graces, to prove to his eldest brother Ezra that he’s competent and capable of handling business. Finding a way out of his ‘relationship’ with Victoria without hurting her (*Good luck). Later, to stop the psychotic killer trudging through Harlan murdering all the humans, his friends included.
Motive: At one point he is ruled by power and familial duty, but as the story unfolds, he realizes through the help of his brother Zain, that his loyalty to the woman he loves is ultimately more important.
Internal conflict: He’s constantly torn between wanting to do something great, and wanting to do absolutely nothing at all.
External conflict: He’s having a hard time balancing his love for Victoria with his fear of losing her.
Biggest fear: Losing someone close to him, most importantly, Victoria.
Bio: Being the youngest of fifteen, he’s spent his life being overlooked in favor of his powerful elder siblings, so naturally he’s learned not to ask for much. He’s lazy, and would much rather spend his time watching horror movies on Netflix and binge eating pizza than saving the world. He was exiled to the mortal realm as punishment and currently resides there, still ‘grounded’. At the end of the day, Kaizer just wants someplace–and someone–he can call his own, without fear of losing it to his family or the Guardian’s who rule his home world.
Main Cast List:
Kaizer Dresden – Tao Huang
Up next, we’ll meet Victoria Bouchard, our lovely heroine! See you soon!

Revenant: Prologue Excerpt

They watched in horror as the body beneath the sheet rose into a sitting position, the stiff sound of cracking bones filling the room as the sheet fell away, revealing her pale corpse. For a split second she felt almost relieved that her sister was alive, but when she took a second look, she knew that the creature that sat on that table was far from one of the living. Blonde curls hung limp around her shoulders, her skin, once reddened by the sweet blush of life, now ghostly and sallow. Her eyes, once a cerulean blue, were now as black as the eyeless sockets of death himself. Alicia watched the red claw marks that covered her body swell as blood began to flow anew, the deep gashes in her abdomen knitting themselves together and finally fading into nothingness as if they’d never been there at all.

“What the hell is going on here?!” Myra shrieked, making a move for the door but stopping in her tracks as she was caught under the womans black gaze. She slid to the floor, her face contorted in complete abhorrence. Alicia’s tears had stopped, the pain of her sisters loss replaced by unadulterated fear. That thing on the gurney was not the Adelaide she knew. She watched as the woman eye her surroundings as if searching for her attackers, before finally staring down at her, those black eyes full of endless torment and suffering.

“Addy?” She heard herself say, her voice weak as she reached for her. Adelaide could only stare down as rigor mortis released her from its icy grip. “You…” She tried to speak but words were completely lost to her. She watched her sisters eyes return to their normal brilliant blue, her skin regaining its natural color as the lifeless curls returned to their bouncing state. It was almost as if she’d been completely reborn. Adelaide sighed, but whether it was in relief or frustration no one would ever know.

“I know,” She finally spoke, her voice barely over a whisper, “I died.”

On the Gurney

 

“Devoured.”

Franz is an angel with a sordid past. After having been imbued with demonic energy as a child he constantly fights with a darker side of himself that threatens to destroy him completely. Karmen is a sassy Hellmouth who doesn’t know how to keep her mouth shut. Coming from a domestically violent background she’s cautious and confrontational, just the type of person Franz needs in his life to teach him to control his demonic urges. To Michael the Archangel and mastermind behind their unlikely union the pair look like a match made in heaven, but he knows better than anyone that one false move could land them both in a heap of trouble. They’re a ticking time bomb, one that’s on a steady countdown headed for that final bang.

Karmen hesitated in the hallway, her hand stilling in the air as she prepared to knock on the door to his study. If she had any say in the matter, or better sense, she would have turned on her heels and gotten the hell out of there as fast as she could. But Michael thought they needed to talk. That they shouldn’t let a petty argument ruin what was becoming a budding friendship. The head Archangel may have been the greatest general the universe had ever seen, but he was fucking remedial when it came to relationships. He was so blinded by his faith in his angelic brethren being the good guys that he couldn’t see how seriously messed up Franz Dresden really was. The man, or rather angel, was a flipping head case with the personality of a fire-breathing dragon. He hated her with a passion she couldn’t explain, and she couldn’t say she liked him all that much either. Clearing her throat suddenly she steeled herself to knock on the door again. When the top angel told you to do something, you did it, no matter how much you wanted to bail out and run for your life. Quickly rapping on the thick wood she waited for him to answer, she knew he had to be inside; it was where he always went to sulk. And after the argument that left her drenched in bourbon and him sporting a nice imprint of her palm on his cheek he just had to be sulking. With no answer from king asshole Karmen pushed the heavy door open and peered over at the blonde angel who stood near the fireplace, his dark eyes clouded in concentration as he contemplated the flames. He didn’t move to acknowledge her presence, which was fine with her. She was perfectly content on just standing there and pretending she’d actually talked to him enough to appease Michael. She had no plans on making things right with Franz; after all, it had been him who started the entire fiasco.

“You’re still as childish as you were two hours ago it seems.” He lifted his head to stare over at her, his heated gaze simply devouring as he took in her hurriedly thrown together attire. She was dressed from head to toe in black, as usual, sporting a formfitting pinstriped skirt and matching suit jacket. Her black six-inch heels were simply deceptive, making her appear at least five-foot-six when she naturally only stood five-foot-one. Her hair, which had previously been dripping wet with alcohol was pulled back in a messy bun, red tendrils slipping free of the band and caressing her dark caramel skin. His tormentor was beautiful, dark and seductive with her exotically tilted eyes that closely resembled his own. He didn’t know why Michael kept pushing her on him, and while he wished he would just give up on whatever he was trying to do, he couldn’t help but find some reason to thank him. Karmen the Hellmouth was just the punishment he deserved for all the dark deeds that haunted him from the past. He deserved her accusing stare and harsh words, and her thoughts of how much she hated him that she obviously forgot he could read as clearly as if she’d said them out loud. He deserved her disdain for the awful words he’d hurled at her earlier that evening. Could she help it that she was born a Hellmouth? Was it her fault that the demonic energy inside of him craved her so powerfully it was bordering on madness? He hated that side of himself, the dark, animalistic part of him that always managed to lay just beneath the surface, just waiting on something to push him over the edge and send him spiraling into a rage. He didn’t want to be that person, especially not to her. He knew of her past, of the abuse she’d suffered at the hands of her human lover. Should he finally snap and no longer be able to hold back his demonic instincts he’d be even closer to falling. And not to mention he’d probably end up mortally wounding the woman who brought him as much pleasure as she brought him pain. Franz couldn’t stand the thought of hurting Karmen, so naturally he did what any other rational man would have; he pushed her away. “Why are you here? I thought I made it painfully clear that I never wanted to see you again. I knew you were ignorant but I had no idea it was to this extent.” His harsh words stung even him and he watched her flinch at his false insults. Karmen rolled her eyes and closed the door hard behind her, clicking the lock to make sure no one walked in on her shoving her foot up an angels ass. No matter how tight, or cute that ass may be…

“Okay you know what, I came here to make peace but now you’re just pushing it. Just who in the hell do you think you are?” She stormed over to him, past the dark mahogany desk and large leather chair. Karmen found herself staring up into a face that wasn’t feminine, but still beautiful in a way she found only angels could be. His skin, lightly tanned from hours spent training in the sun, stretched across bulging muscles that were barely contained by the tight, long-sleeved black shirt he wore. God his arms were a turn-on. Despite how gorgeous he may have been, with his straight blonde hair that hung around his face and partially hid those big ears of his that she found so utterly endearing, he was still the biggest asshole the world over! From the moment she’d met him those gorgeous lips of his had been spewing nothing but insults at her. He was utterly infuriating and the more time she spent around him the more she couldn’t help but wonder how such a stunningly beautiful blonde Adonis could have such a shit personality. Franz’s gaze seemed to darken then as he stared down at her. Oh that’s right, angels were telepaths. Fuck.

“You continue to insult me even when you know what I could do to you. You’re either exceptionally brave­–”

“Or fucking stupid. I know! You’ve told me that already!” She reached up to punch him in the arm but he grabbed her fist instead, sending her off balance and tumbling off her heels and into his arms. “Let me go!” Karmen growled as he pulled her closer instead of releasing her. The moment his body collided with hers his sanity went whirling out the window. He didn’t know what it was about Hellmouths and demons or why they had the immense need to fuck each other senseless but the demonic energy inside of him simply purred at the thought of doing just that. And he couldn’t resist it. He constantly teetered on the brink of insanity and this woman, this Hellmouth was the one factor that stripped away his practiced control and sent him careening into lunacy. He needed her. Desperately. And if she didn’t find someway to escape his slowly tightening grip he would have her. In every single way. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” Karmen continued to struggle as Franz buried his face in her hair, inhaling the scent of her anger and trepidation. Part of her was afraid of him, and somewhere deep in the back of his mind he understood why. He was a monster and she was about to be devoured. Franz released her just long enough to sweep everything off his desk and onto the floor, important documents went flying and his antique crystal lamp shattered against the floorboards. Karmen opened her mouth to scream but the sound was lost as he covered her lips with his. She felt her body tense, her hands going to clutch at his biceps as her mind tried in vane to figure out what was going on. Was Franz kissing her? The man who, not two hours ago, told her she should have never been born? His tongue brushed her bottom lip before forcing it’s way into her mouth and that answered her question. Karmen felt the ridge of the desk press against her backside as she was slammed down onto it, her skirt riding up around the tops of her thighs as Franz pressed her into the wood.  His heavy hand against her shoulder held her in place as he lifted one of her legs around his waist. Karmen couldn’t breath as he pressed himself against the center of her body, every inch of her going up in flames at the feel of his hardening erection against the thin layer of her panties. Never in a million years would she have guessed that her body would respond in this way. Not to Franz! But she couldn’t deny that the heat from his hands on her flesh drove her wild, that her lips, dark and bruised from his kisses begged to taste him again. “Franz…” She tried calling out to him but the sound of his name only seemed to drive his passion higher as the speed of his frenzied movements increased. She couldn’t help the moan that escaped her throat as he bucked against her body, her hips trembling in response. Franz ran his hands up her waist, grabbed a fistful of fabric in either hand and ripped her suit jacket open. Buttons went flying. Karmen arched her back as he proceeded to shred her thin camisole and bra, his fingers hard against her tender flesh as he cupped her breasts and leaned to take a pebbled nipple between his teeth. She arched into his touch, her legs clenching around his waist as she pulled him closer. She couldn’t begin to fathom what was happening between them but her body refused to overanalyze the situation. She wanted him, despite how much her brain told her she hated him, that she was angry and hurt by the words he’d so carelessly hurled at her. None of that seemed to matter the very second she felt his skin against hers. Again his name fell from her lips as his hands travelled down her body to her skirt. Instead of even attempting to find the zipper he just tugged it up around her waist and went straight for her panties, shredding the material and tossing the remains away. Franz didn’t hesitate to touch her, his fingers sliding against her slick folds as he explored her intimately. He wasn’t as rough as he’d been previously, but that didn’t mean he was gentle either. Franz pulled her into a sitting position as he continued to play, his teeth at her neck as he nipped at her skin. Karmen let her hands slide up his arms, gripping them tightly as she rolled her hips into his touch, a moan leaving her as he pressed harder against her swollen sex. Her stomach tightened as he growled at her heated response, his breath against her ear making her see stars. “Please.” She begged him, but for what she didn’t know. She just needed release; she needed him to ease the ache he’d started deep inside of her. Franz pulled his hand away from her body just long enough to rip open the front of his dark jeans, his cock springing into his hands. Karmen groaned as her back was once again slammed against the desk, one of his strong hands lightly gripping her throat as he held her in place. A gasp of pleasure left her as she wrapped her hands around his forearm, scoring the flesh lightly with her fingernails. She felt him rub the head of his cock against her clit, teasing her gently as he fumbled to find her entrance, and when he did he thrust in hard without warning, sinking his entire length inside of her in one stroke. Karmen bit her lip to ward off the scream that welled up in her throat. There was nothing gentle about the way he rode her, about his hands as they gripped her hips until she knew he would leave bruises behind. “Franz!” She growled as she sat up in his arms and took his face in her hands, staring into brown eyes that were dark with lust. “I’m not a fucking animal!” She told him, sliding her hands down his chiseled chest until they came to rest on his stomach. “Slow…love me slow.” She ordered and he slowed his frenzied pace, his mouth hanging open as his breath left him in quick pants. Now that she had his attention she grabbed the end of his shirt and tugged it over his head, displaying a bounty of golden flesh. She didn’t know why all angels seemed to be so unbelievably tanned but she was appreciative. Karmen let her hands slide back down his chest as he continued to thrust slowly, his arms flexing around her as he flattened his hands on the desk, encircling her in heat. She couldn’t help but moan as she leaned forward to taste him, her tongue playing at the hollow of his throat before sliding up to his chin. Franz trembled under her ministrations, every muscle in his body straining to keep him from slamming back into her and claiming her the way his very soul told him to. He lowered his head to lean against hers, capturing her lips with his own and nipping gently. He loved the way she responded to him, the way her body tightened instinctively around his. He just couldn’t understand why though. By all rights she should have been screaming out for help, begging someone to save her from the monster who was all but raping her.

“Karmen, I don’t underst­­–” He tried but much to his surprise she pulled back and slapped a hand over his mouth to silence him. Karmen groaned as she rolled her hips into his.

“Shut up. Whenever you open your mouth you fuck everything up.” She moaned, gasping when he pinched one of her nipples hard enough to make it hurt. “Fuck you.” She panted and he chuckled darkly. Before she knew it she was once again thrown back against the desk. Franz wrapped his hands around her hips and thrust into her hard and deep. Her mouth opened in a silent scream as he continued to pound relentlessly into her quivering frame.

“Tell me you want me. Tell me you want this.” He demanded, his voice pleading as she worked herself against him, meeting him thrust for thrust.

“I want you.” She acquiesced, her chest rising and falling rapidly as he all but slammed into her. His vigor renewed by her words he pulled out of her suddenly, leaving her panting, moaning in disappointment and gasping for breath.

“Turn over.” He ordered, slapping at her hip until she rolled onto her stomach, her breasts pressed hard against the smooth surface of his desk. Karmen lifted her head to stare back at him, worrying her bottom lip with her teeth as she let her eyes play on his body. Franz pressed back inside of her, eliciting a strangled cry from the woman beneath him. He could hear her nails raking over his desk as she searched for something to hold onto. A smirk lit his face as he grabbed her behind one of her knees and pulled it up before slamming into her hard enough to make the desk shake. Karmen cursed as he rode her fast and hard, the sound of their bodies colliding almost erotic as it fueled the flames he’d started inside of her body. His name fell from her lips over and over like an oath, her moans serving as a constant encouragement.

“Fuck.” She cursed and he chuckled, leaning against her back so he could whisper huskily into her ear.

“You have a filthy mouth.”

“And you fucking like it.” She pushed her hips into his, his chest rumbling against her back as he growled. Franz wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her away from the desk and moved to sit in his oversized desk chair with her in his lap.

“Ride.” He growled against the shell of her ear and she wasted no time complying, leaning forward and planting her hands on his knees as she lifted herself and dropped on his cock. Franz groaned at how good she felt, his hands on her hips as he thrust into her. Karmen couldn’t breathe from the immense amount of pleasure Franz gave her. Her entire body was wound so tightly she felt as if she would break at any moment and shatter into a million pieces. And then it happened. She threw her head back as Franz hit something inside of her, her body trembling as her orgasm flooded her. She could hear someone screaming and it took her seconds to realize it was her own strangled voice reverberating off the dark wooden walls of his office. She could only whimper as he continued to thrust against her, ringing her dry as she rode out the waves of her orgasm. It wasn’t long before he joined her there and in a few more quick thrusts he was shouting her name, his cock tightening an instant before he spilled himself inside of her. Karmen fell back against his chest, completely spent as he wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her neck. They were drenched in sweat; their bodies limp as their strength was completely sapped. “Did you really mean what you said?” He asked her suddenly and she frowned, having to struggle to force her fuzzy brain to remember what the hell he was talking about.

“You mean that you fuck up everything when you open your mouth?” She asked and he tensed, hesitating a full second before responding.

“Yes…”

“Yes. To put it frankly, you talk too fucking much.” She growled and he cocked a finely arched blonde at her.

“Is that so?”

“Yes! For example, you want to talk when you could be bending me over the desk again.” She grinned devilishly and Franz frowned before growling.

“Well I didn’t know I had fucking permission.” He pushed her off of him, relishing in her surprised yelp as he forced her back over the desk and pulled her hips flush against his.

Legally Yours Episode Four: The Debussy Murders Part II

 

“Miss Park!” I heard my Sunbae shout as I lifted my hands to shield my ears from that horrible, ear splitting scream. I meekly reached for him as terror struck my heart, only to feel someone seize me in the darkness, pulling me against a firm chest as my body continued to tremble in fear. It had all happened so suddenly. The piano playing on it’s on, the power going out and then that horrifying scream that sent chills cascading down my spine. I was completely disoriented in the darkness and wholly thankful for whoever steadied me against them. I could hear the police scattering as they attempted to regain control, the entire apartment erupting into chaos around us.

“Someone get a light on in here!” Officer Kwon yelled and suddenly a pin light was clicked on and aimed directly in my face. I squinted up at Jung Keun as he held me tightly, his arms wrapped protectively around my shaking frame. Junho stood inches away from us, the frown on his face erupting into a reassuring smile that made the pit of my stomach jerk in shock. Why was he being so nice to me all of a sudden? Wasn’t he the same bastard who’d blackmailed me not two weeks ago?

“You alright?” He asked and I nodded numbly, my eyes tracking Officer Kwon and an unnamed officer as they moved to find the circuit breaker box.

“She’s fine.” Jung Keun grunted and Junho frowned before rolling his eyes. My Sunbae kept a tight grip on me until the breaker had been flipped and light flooded the apartment. But I wasn’t out of his arms for long when a collective gasp rang out around us. My eyes searched the apartment for the cause of their sudden fear and I froze against him. Dear God what had happened?! It was like a scene from a horror movie unfolding before our very eyes.

“W-What happened here?!” Kwon shouted as the crowd parted to reveal Mr. Kim Myung Saeng slumped against the wall, gasping for breath around what looked to be a tuning fork lodged in his abdomen. Blood covered everything, his clothes, face and hands, the carpet, even the wall behind him was splattered with the sticky read substance. He looked as if he’d been stabbed several times, his skin turning a sick shade of green and his entire body convulsing as his brown eyes started to dim. My stomach turned and I buried my face in my hands. That poor man. Who could have done this to him?!

“He’s going to die if we don’t do something.” I heard Junho say and without a word my Sunbae left me, pulling off his coat as he dropped to his knees next to Myung Saeng. I watched through my fingers as he shifted the man into a laying position and began applying pressure to the wound. Junho wasted no time in helping him while officer Kwon began speaking rapidly into his radio as he phoned for paramedics.

“That won’t do any good sir,” Another officer opened the front door to reveal a pitch black foyer, “The power’s still out in the rest of the building. The elevator won’t budge.”

“You mean to tell me there isn’t an emergency exit out of this apartment?” Jung Keun growled. They’d successfully removed the fork and were bandaging the mans stomach with strips of his coat to keep him from loosing any more blood.

“It’s the way Mrs. Kim liked it. When she bought the place we told her it was a fire hazard because there isn’t an exit stairwell from this floor. But she didn’t care, she had to have this apartment.” One of the unnamed bunch stepped forward to say. He was a security guard by the looks of his dark blue uniform and the fake badge that had been printed on his shirt. His hair was cropped short around his ears and he was sporting a mustache. Next to him stood a woman in a red skirt suit and another man who instantly drew my attention. He was dressed from head to toe in black. Black long sleeved shirt, black slacks and black boots. At his waist was a utility belt of some kind that held several little tools I couldn’t identify. He was unmistakably handsome with his slightly curling black hair and full lips. What intrigued me the most about him though, was his silence. Since we’d been in the apartment I couldn’t recall him saying a single word. Even now as everyone else erupted into nervous chatter he still hadn’t opened his mouth to say anything. Then, almost as if he could feel my eyes on him he lifted his head to stare over at me. His sudden movement shocked me to the point that I couldn’t help but gasp, and for the briefest of seconds, I could have sworn I was staring right into the eyes of the deceased Mrs. Kim.

“Yeun Seuk.” I heard my Sunbae call and I snapped to attention, quickly moving to his side.

“Sunbae?” I asked as I knelt next to him, watching him pull a small memo pad and an ink pen from the inner folds of the jacket he’d worn beneath his coat.

“I want you to obtain a testimony from everyone not wearing a badge. I don’t care if you have to beat it out of them; get it.” He growled and I nodded quickly, accepting the note pad and climbing to my feet. “Let’s move him to the bedroom.” He told Junho who nodded and climbed to his feet. His brow was drenched in sweat, his lips pressed into a grim line as he and Jung Keun carefully lifted Myung Saeng and carried him down a short hallway towards what had to be the master bedroom. Part of me felt exhilarated that they were entrusting such a big job to me, but I couldn’t help but worry that I’d mess something up. I turned on my heels, fully intent on making a beeline for Mr. Mysterious in the corner when the woman in the red skirt stepped into view. I watched him once again fade into the crowd as if he’d never been there at all. Miss Red Skirt didn’t look too happy as she cleared her throat to gain my attention.

“Who the hell are you supposed to be?” She asked with a cock of her head, brown curls spilling over her shoulders. She was pretty in that rehearsed way in which you could tell she’d spent several hours in front of a mirror to make herself look the way she did. She looked like one of those girls I knew back in high school, you know, the pretty ones with the attitude and low grade point average.

“My name is Park Yeun Seuk, I’m with the Ministry of Justice.” I said politely and she cocked a manicured brow.

“What does that make you some sort of cop?” Low grade point average indeed.

“No, I’m a paralegal. I work for a prosecutors office.” I tried once again to be polite but she just gave me an aggravated sigh that really ticked me off. “If you don’t mind, can I do my damn job now?” I asked and she gave me a slightly offended look.

“Fine. Do what you have to do.” She flipped her hair over her shoulder and I mentally sighed.

“Thank you.” I smiled at her, reveling in the ‘damn American’ look she threw me. “Let’s start with your name?”

“Kim Aei Soon.” She told me and I hesitated before writing that down. I knew the last name Kim was a very common one in Korea so it was probably just a coincidence, but I couldn’t help but find it a little out of the ordinary that there were two in the apartment of a dead woman with the same name.

“Right. And if you don’t mind me asking, why exactly are you here?” I asked and she rolled her eyes again. I watched the muscles around her eyes tighten as her face went stiff, a tale tell sign that she was about to start lying.

“I came up with the police to offer my assistance. I’ve known Mrs. Kim for several years; she was like a mother to me. When I heard the awful news I came to pay my respects.” She told me and I quickly scribbled down her testimony.

“So you came to offer your assistance?”

“That’s what I just said isn’t it?”

“But you also came to pay your respects?”

“Y-Yes.” She hesitated.

“Well, which is it Miss Kim?” I asked and she gnashed her teeth.

“Why can’t it be both?!”

“Aei Soon!” The security guard called out her name the moment she began falling apart. Why liars had to be so damn volatile I’d never know. He stormed over to stand next to her, his face dark as he glared down at me. “Are you trying to accuse her of something? Aei is a good woman!” He declared and my opinion of her went even further south.

“Right, and you are?” I asked, honey dripping from my voice as I attempted to remain calm and sweet. I was beyond fed up with people’s poor attempt at lying. I mean, if you’re going to lie, why not give it your best and make it believable?!

“My name is Kim Jae Chun.” He was kidding, right?

“So, your family name is Kim as well?”

“Is there something wrong with that?”

“No, not at all. I was just wondering why you both, as well as Mr. Myung Saeng, have the same last name. Could you somehow be related to Mrs. Kim?” I asked and they hesitated. What was wrong with these people? You’d think they were all guilty of murder.

“N-No we’re not related. It’s just a common last name, but I guess as an American you wouldn’t know that.” He sneered and I frowned, “Do you have anymore questions for us or can we leave?”

“I have more questions. And you can’t leave because the elevator is down remember?” The security guard flinched as if I’d struck him, a fine sheen of sweat forming on his forehead as he shoved his hands in his pockets.

“Right. Just ask your damn questions woman.” He grumbled and I smirked.

“Alright, tell me, who are you and why are you here? Is that question simple enough for you?” I asked cattily, bearing my teeth at him in what I hoped was a polite smile. He just rolled his eyes before answering.

“I’m the security guard, it’s my job to show guests to and from her front door. Well, it’s not really my job but it was something Mrs. Kim would pay me to do. It wasn’t much but every little bit counts you know? I showed the Piano Tuner to the apartment and when we got here Mrs. Kim was already dead and Myung had called the police.” He told me and something dawned on me as I was picking apart his testimony in my head.

“The piano tuner?” I asked and he motioned to the dark-haired guy who stood with his back to us. His back tenses slightly as if he could tell we were talking about him.

“Are you done?” He asked crossly and I shook my head.

“No. So Miss Kim, you arrived with the police after Mr. Kim, the piano tuner, and Myung Saeng already discovered the body correct?” I asked and she frowned, folding her arms over her chest and worrying her bottom lip as if she had to try and remember what she’d told me.

“Yes, that’s correct.”

“Well then why didn’t you mention the piano tuner in your testimony?”

“I-I…Because…”

“It’s because she didn’t see the guy okay? Stop being so mean to her it’s not like you’re the police or something.” Jae Chun interrupted her and her mouth snapped shut with an audible click. Yeah like I needed to be reminded of that by a Rent-A-Cop. I just sighed outwardly. I wouldn’t get anywhere with this guy around.

“Fine. If you’re going to be difficult.” I snapped the notepad shut and once again moved towards whom I could now identify as the piano tuner. I was two steps away from him when Junho appeared out of nowhere to block my path, an evil smirk darkening his face as he stared me down.

“Come with me.” He reached out and grabbed my wrist, not giving me a chance to deny him as he tugged me towards the front door of the suite.

“What is with you?!” I struggled but he refused to release me. Before I could make a big enough protest I was standing in the foyer with my back against the wall and a disgruntled Junho pressed firmly against me.

“What the hell did you tell Jung Keun?” He growled against the side of my face and I trembled.

“N-Nothing!” I planted my palms flat against his chest and pushed only to have him grab them and force them above my head, successfully squelching any escape attempt. Damn him I was trapped.

“Well isn’t that funny, because he’s been interrogating me all night. What did you do to Miss Park? What have you said to offend her? It’s getting pretty obvious that someone’s forgotten just how much they have to loose if they don’t hold their tongue.” His chest rumbled against mine as he spoke and as if to prove his point he gently ran his tongue over my earlobe. I couldn’t help but shudder against him, cursing the way my body reacted to his. The worst part was that he knew what he did to me; he knew that as much as I hated him I couldn’t stop my body from craving his. “Allow me to remind you.” Junho’s lips sought mine and for a full second I resisted before I allowed him to kiss me. My body melted against his, my curves caressing the hard length of him as he swallowed a moan that would have alerted the entire apartment to what we were doing. One of his hands dropped to my waist and pushed my sweatshirt up to reveal the quivering flesh underneath; his hand felt so large against me and his fingertips spread flames across my skin. His lips soon left mine to trail a blaze of kisses down my throat, his teeth nipping my skin just hard enough to leave a mark.

“We can’t do this.” I groaned in an attempt to break myself out of my stupor but I couldn’t keep my hips from pressing against his, successfully drawing a moan from his lips. But instead of releasing me like the responsible adult I wish he was he lifted my leg to wrap around his slender hips and I came apart in his arms. Just when he reached to tug my shorts down my legs someone cleared their throat. My head lifted to see the piano tuner standing just outside the door and I snapped back to my senses, shoving at Junho to get him off of me. He ambled backwards, his face dark as he glared the man down. I had to hang onto the wall until the feeling returned to my knees just so I wouldn’t end up on my butt.

“Can I help you?” Junho asked and the man gave him a slight smirk.

“Not at all. I was actually looking for the young woman you’re molesting.” He said and my eyes widened. Was he rescuing me from Junho?

“Excuse me?” Junho took a menacing step towards him and I ran to catch his arm before he did anything stupid.

“He’s right, I’m supposed to interview him.” I said quickly and he turned those deadly eyes of his on me, staring me down for a full ten seconds before smirking. I didn’t miss the glance he tossed the piano tuner before he wrapped an arm around my waist and placed a kiss against my forehead. I blinked, watching him move past me and back into the apartment, leaving the piano tuner and I alone. An awkward silence fell between us and I looked around for my pad and pen, which had ended up on the floor in my attempt to get away from Junho.

“I’m sorry if I was intruding. You just didn’t look as if you were having very much fun.” He spoke softly, his deep voice lilting slightly in a way that indicated he was from the southern provinces of Korea. His eyes flickered from mine to the floor and back again, as if he were almost ashamed to look at me. And I couldn’t blame him. After what he’d witnessed I don’t think I’d be looking at myself in the mirror for another week or so.

“I…Mr. Lee’s just like that. He’s very…”

“Domineering?” He asked and I frowned before nodding.

“Sort of.”

“Is he your boyfriend?”

“N-No!” I flushed and he smirked.

“I’m sorry for being so intrusive I just couldn’t help but ask.” He said and I moved closer to him, flipping my notepad open as I went.

“It’s alright I guess. Would you mind if I asked you a couple questions?”

“Be my guest.” He said quietly and I nodded.

“Right. Let’s start with your name.”

“Ki—Lee Hyun Bae.” He said and I repressed the frown that attempted to surface. If I wasn’t mistaken he’d almost given his last name as Kim. Why had he changed it?

“O-Okay. And from the security guard’s testimony it seems you came up and ended up discovering Myung Saeng with the body of Mrs. Kim. May I ask your relation to the deceased and why you’re here?” I asked and he lowered his head once again to stare at the floor, his hands in the pockets of his slacks.

“I’ve known Mrs. Kim pretty much all my life. From the time that I was ten years old. I’ve always been rather proficient with a piano. Tuning it, cleaning it, even playing it. But I was pretty poor growing up so the only access I had to one was the beautiful Steinway Concert Grand her husband had given her before he died. I guess she saw something special in me because she paid me to take care of it even though I’ve never had any professional training and I was just some poor orphan she’d met on the streets of Jeju Island.” He stared past me, his eyes distant. “Usually she contacts me directly when it’s time for a tuning but this time was different. Her representative called me, some guy I’d never met, and scheduled the tuning appointment for tonight. When I showed up the security guard showed me up. And there she was, laying dead on the floor with Myung Saeng standing over her.” He said and I finished scribbling down his testimony. His was the first I’d gotten that I hadn’t immediately questioned. Excluding the fact that he lied to me about his last name I absolutely believed every word he’d said. I just didn’t understand, or even comprehend why or how everyone involved in this murder shared the same last name as the deceased. It was just too much of a coincidence to be believable, even in Korea. Then it dawned on me. Perhaps somehow they were related? I looked up at Hyun Bae then and he smiled softly at me. His eyes…they were so familiar.

“You said you were an orphan correct?”

“Yes. I grew up in an orphanage on Jeju. I never knew my real parents.” He admitted and I frowned.

“And your last name is Kim right?”

“N-No, it’s Lee.” He said defensively and I shook my head.

“Please don’t lie to me. Your last name is Kim.” I told him and he gave me a shocked look. “Could it be that you’re…related to…”

“Miss Park.” The door to the apartment suddenly slammed open, startling us both half to death. My Sunbae and two police officers stormed into the foyer and seized Hyun Bae, slamming him against the wall and slapping a pair of handcuffs on his wrists. Jung Keun came immediately to my side.

“What’s going on?”

“The weapon lodged in Myung Saeng’s stomach was a tuning fork. And after speaking to the security guard it was revealed that this man is the piano tuner. I’m arresting him for attempted murder.” Officer Kwon said and Hyun Bae shook his head.

“But I’m innocent. I didn’t hurt anyone.”

“I don’t want to hear it.” Kwon pulled him away from the wall and shoved him towards the apartment.

“But—!” I tried but he turned back to glare at me.

“No buts! I’m sick of you prosecutors flouncing around here like you’re doing our job. I spent four years in a technical college so I could enter this career at the level I wanted. I busted my ass for this job and you two waltz in here and attempt to screw up my investigation!” He glared down at me and I shrunk against my Sunbae. “As soon as that elevator’s working again I want you both out of here.” He said, turning and all but throwing Hyun Bae into the apartment. The poor man tossed a sorrowful glance back at us and I felt my heart clench.

“But…he’s innocent.” I said and Jung Keun stared down at me.

“How do you figure that?”

“He’s the only one who told the truth!” I turned and grabbed the front of his jacket, “Sunbae you have to do something!” He gave me a saddened look before taking my hands and gently pushing them away.

“There’s nothing I can do Miss Park. Except file the charges against him.” He said and my eyes widened in horror. I took a step away from him and he reached for me. “Miss Park…” He started before giving me a sigh and shoving his hands into his pockets. “Listen to me. Very carefully,” His tone deepened, his voice lowering as if he didn’t want anyone inside the apartment to overhear him, “We can both see the truth of the matter. This is an obvious attempt at a cover up but as of right now we don’t have the evidence to make a conviction of the parties responsible for the death of Mrs. Kim.” He said and I frowned before giving him a slight nod. I understood what he was trying to tell me, I could see it in his eyes.

“Right. How long do I have?” He lifted his arm to stare at the Rolex on his wrist.

“About an hour before the rescue team arrives and gets the elevator running again. Can you do it?” He asked and I clutched at the notepad in my hand.

“You can count on me.”