Author Name: Michele Micheal Rakes
Book Name: Trainwreck
Release Date: January 25, 2016
Detective Sergeant Vincent Sweetwater hates dead bodies. That’s why he’s an
undercover narc and not a homicide dick. So why is he standing on a sandy beach in
California staring at a lifeless body—oh yeah, the suicide attempt. Lieutenant Hanson is
making a statement. Something about life worth living. Shows what he knows.
As Vince examines the tortured body, he feels an empathy and déjà vu for the victim,
her wounds are similar to scars he has only a vague memory receiving. An intense
desire to find her killer fills his queasy belly as a dark game of cat and mouse begins.
The young woman’s death forces Vince back into a secret life dominated by sex,
perversion, and sadomasochism. Estranged from his wife he still loves and longing for
the man who possessed him once, Vince buries his torment deep inside meaningless
*Warning: This book contains adult content and situations. NOT FOR THE
Pages or Words: 374 pages
Categories: BDSM, Bisexual, Crime Fiction, Erotica, Fiction, Gay Fiction, M/M Romance, Ménage/Poly,
Vincent Sweetwater twisted the Harley’s throttle. The power in the motor
thrummed between his legs. The bike seemed heavy, angry; like she wanted to fall flat
on her face. Like she yearned to drag him across the gritty asphalt. Vince needed to feel
the pavement shred his clothing and bite into his skin. Punishment for being a man who
thrived on suffering.
Why can’t I control myself, damn it?
-You’re supposed to be one of the good guys.
-Stop drinking, Sweetwater.
Vince envisioned choking the life out of his conscience. The damn thing made it
difficult to be an asshole, yet somehow he didn't let it stop him. Nothing stopped him
from being a dick to his wife. Vince squeezed the throttle. The speed would numb his
The machine growled beneath him, giving her two fucking cents, and he ignored
the wanton slut. Vince was too malicious to give her what she craved. If he did, there
would be no turning back.
Still, the iron bitch demanded more power. Urged by a quiet whisper from somewhere in
the darkness of his mind, Vince let off the throttle long enough to grasp the clutch and
toe it into sixth.
Vince grabbed the remote and clicked on the news. He paid little attention as he
rubbed his aching hip. When Lola Romero began her news report he glanced up to see
an official photo of himself in uniform.
“Jesus, talk about an old fucking picture.”
Despite being only twenty-three in the photo, he hadn't appeared young and
fresh faced. His eyes had held a kind of darkness even then, and his best efforts were
unable to hide the pain.
“An L.A.P.D. Information officer confirmed the return to duty of Detective Vincent
Sweetwater just one week after a horrifying display of violence toward a man who was
reportedly beating his five-year-old son in the parking lot of a Home Depot in Inglewood.
Detective Sweetwater was nearly killed last year in a motorcycle accident on the Pacific
Coast Highway and is still under scrutiny following alleged misconduct while under deep
cover with the narcotics division.”
“Bite me, Lola.” Vince shut off the TV, flopping back on the bed, staring into the
“Fuck my life. It was more than a year ago. Bitch.”
I hate people.
The room fell silent and he turned back to the freezer. His hand hovered lovingly
over the lid before he lifted it. “Hey, pretty. I know what to do with you now. You’re going
to meet the son of an old friend.”
The girl had dead-fish eyes. Half-lidded, green once upon a time, they stared
unseeing from a frost glittered corpse. Hair like sunburnt grass pricked her high
cheekbones and full lips. He smoothed it back stiffly. The realization this would be the
last time he felt her youthful body rushed through him like a phantom out of the dark. He
was almost surprised at her lack of life.
On a shelf across the room was a black tarp, which he spread on the floor. With
singular effort he struggled to get the partially frozen corpse from the freezer. She
landed with a sick thud. The man apologized to her as though she were still living,
stroking her stiff hair soothingly. He started to roll her in the black plastic, cocooning her
in a final darkness, to be reborn from the chrysalis in the morning sunlight. Only then
would Vincent Sweetwater come to know her and whom she represented.
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Meet the author:
Michele Micheal Rakes lives in a small town in the shadow of a big mountain and works as a
surgical technologist assisting in the removal of tonsils and testicles. Three grown children, a one
year old granddaughter named Thrasher, two psychotic Egyptian Mau’s, a husband with hair
down to his knees, an Amazon for a wife, two Harley’s, and a ferret named Teeny Tiny Ferret
Feet (husband insists her name Little Feet, we all know he’s wrong) life is gets pretty wild.
Note: Wife recently passed away from cancer and this book is dedicated in loving memory of
Mary Louise Castleman. Love you babe!
Where to find the author:
Facebook Author Page: https://www.facebook.com/michelemichealrakes
Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/28644673-trainwreck
Publisher: Michele Micheal Rakes
Cover Artist: Drai Bearwomyn
Cover Photography by Dan Skinner
Editing: Tina Adamski
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