About the Book:

          Tyler Tanner is the owner of the Shreveport Fertility Institute located in downtown Shreveport. She provides doctors with donor sperm for their patients. Tyler is proud of her fertility institute, but she is a woman haunted by her past. Her violent reaction to men lead to murder.

          Detective Bo Hache of the Shreveport Police Department is busy investigating drive-by shootings and drug dealers -- until someone starts murdering pregnant women.

           Retired police chief Bubba Nelson, an old man born during the time of extreme racism, hires out to the elite as a private investigator, shadowing blackmailers and keeping safe family secrets. Bubba Nelson and Detective Hache butt heads as they become tangled in each other’s investigations, which will lead to the murderer of the pregnant women.

Teresa A. Lynn:
          Teresa A. Lynn has worked as a legal assistant with various law firms in Shreveport, Louisiana, for fifteen years. She had previously published a feature story about "Tom Murrell, Horseman" in River Cities Magazine, small articles in a local newspaper publication entitled The Newspaper, articles for Louisiana State University of Shreveport’s student-weekly newspaper The Almagest, and pitched ideas for Southern Horsemen Magazine.

          She has had the pleasure of speaking with Caddo Parish elementary students on the personal rewards of creative writing. Teresa now makes her home with her husband, James, along the banks of the Mississippi River. She is busy doing research for her next novel, and enjoys helping her husband run their boat manufacturing business. In her spare time she attends Mississippi College to keep abreast with current events.

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Stevey lie motionless on the floor like a crumbled wad of paper. She crawled hesitatingly back to him and pressed her fingers against his neck. His skin felt clammy. A gurgling sound in his throat brought forth a trickle of blood. His chest deflated, air escaped.

 

No pulse.

 

Christ, what a mess.

 

She looked down at the bloody paperweight still clutched in her left hand.

 

Okay. What's done is done.

 

No sense dwelling on it.

 

I've got to hide the body.

 

But where? Her brain went blank.

 

Then she knew. The basement.

 

She dropped the bloodstained paperweight back on her desk for the time being.

 

She had to get him into the elevator. The closest one was in the interview room. She looked down at her slippered feet. She needed shoes with gripping power. She found an extra pair of white pumps in a side closet and put them on. She seized his hands and began dragging him across the room.

 

Tyler stopped a minute, chest heaving, as sweat poured down her swollen face. She didn't think he would be so heavy. She looked at Stevey lying face down on her office floor, feeling no remorse at having killed him. She only wished he'd allowed her to do it downstairs instead of in her office. She reasoned that killing a person could not always be convenient.

 

Flashes of old memories surfaced as she looked at the corpse leaking blood over her polished wood floor. A familiar image came before her of sweaty hands and the feeling of pain, then nothing. She shook her head trying to focus on what was happening now. Those strange memories, would she ever be rid of them? "But I'm forgetting you, sweetbritches." Tyler looked down at Stevey's damp blonde hair.

 

She had a few more inches to drag him before she would reach the doorway. Tyler brought his arms forward and grabbed his soft hands. She dug in her heels to create traction so that his body would move with some form of progressive motion. Her heels slipped and she fell backward, landing with a jolt on the floor.

 

She beat her fists against the floor in frustration, broke a fingernail, and beat the floor even harder.

 

Tyler pulled off her shoes and threw them against the far wall. They landed with a soft thump. Barefoot again, she stood.

 

Stevey's lightweight was beginnig to get heavier by the minute. She gathered all her strength and pulled at his hands. His body moved a few inches, then a few more, until he was inside the adjoining room.