The Diamonds Blood and Shadows Series
Necessary Evil: Book One
On the Dark Web, Alanna Symone is the most precious commodity alive. Fathoms below in Deep Web, she is also the deadliest. Can hard-nosed, Homicide Detective Cassiel Garrett, figure out her next move or will a “Necessary Evil” kills them both?
“Necessary Evil kept me on the edge of my seat. What a compelling, gritty, and suspenseful read! The pace is fast, yet the author has the unique ability to slow things down for a long moment, creating deep and perfect studies of her characters.”-—Deborah O’Neill Cordes
“… a gripping, action-packed story filled with brave, honest characters and poetic, often heartbreaking prose. This is a story of star-crossed lovers that goes above and beyond.” Becky Flade
Spellbinding! This was a powerful, gritty, terrifyingly absorbing novel.-—Cary Morgan
Unfinished Business: Book Two
Sex … Blood … Diamonds. Human capital is the “new” oil. Drug cartels are the aristocracy. Bitcoin is king, but sex, blood, and diamonds rule the world.
Alana Symone walked away from that world when Homicide Detective Cassiel Garrett gave her his heart and a new life. Her betrayal has a price.
“Stephanie Freeman’s intense and emotional writing style will keep readers turning the pages in her newest suspense novel, Unfinished Business. This is an exciting, intense novel about people readers can like and respect, and whose love story is intense and believable.”—Katherine King
Kidnapping, passion, murder, trust, extortion, and forbidden love. Stephanie Freeman knows how to keep a reader on the edge of their seat. Unfinished Business wasn’t my first Stephanie Freeman novel and it won’t be my last. The flow of her writing style alone … poetic, uninhibited, brutally honest … is enough to keep you turning pages. I haven’t read the prequel, Necessary Evil, and never felt like I was missing something or a step behind.—Peggy Bird
Nature of the Beast: Book Three
Everything vanished in the heat of a kiss … One breath and the years spun away. Someone wants to kill Willow Daniels. Can she trust the enigmatic owner of a nightclub or will the secrets that surround him destroy them both?
“Stephanie Freeman’s Nature of the Beast is a gripping and suspenseful read. Ms. Freeman knows how to develop her characters; their happiness, rage, angst, and love is fully explored and etched as clearly as diamonds on glass. Her heroine and hero, Willow and Daniels, have tremendous obstacles to overcome, and I guarantee you will enjoy the twists and turns of their journey as they battle against the “beast,” while seeking to heal themselves and each other.”—Deborah O’Neill Cordes, Amazon Reviewer
“This was an exciting, emotional read, with excellent development of the protagonists’ journey toward a resolution of their own relationship and the danger surrounding them. Once I got into the story, it was hard to put it down. Amid the exciting world of federal agents dedicated to solving arsons, Willow and Harlem must remain one step ahead of an enemy who seems to know everything about them. Can Davis trust Willow with his own shattering secrets long enough to save her life?”—K. King, Amazon Reviewer
“Nature of the Beast is a story about fighting temptation, misunderstanding, and connection. It’s a story about loss. But mostly it’s a story about love. Recommended for anyone who loves a happily ever after, a strong heroine and a sexy male protagonist. And maybe even a little fire.”—Terri, Amazon Reviewer
“Davis is an incredibly sexy man with a cautious heart. Willow can’t seem to figure out why he brings back memories of her lost love. Freeman’s characters are people worth admiring. A smooth businessman and an FBI arson investigator. The plot is ever-developing with new twists throughout. I couldn’t put it down. Nicely done!”—R. T. Wolfe
”Stephanie Freedman is a fantastic storyteller who really knows how to draw her readers into a story. Dangerous mysteries drive this moving and unique story. Ms. Freedman keeps it interesting with a wounded, yet strong heroine, who knows her job and does it well, and an alpha male hero who takes his job of taking care of his heroine seriously – both of whose lives are threatened by the truth about their own pasts. Revenge, redemption, betrayal, and romance – you’ll find it all here.”—Amanda Shalaby
Season of the Blood: Book Four
‘Everything is for sale. Even the screams.’ Secrets drove gifted surgeon, Olivia Calderone, away from Shadow Bay. Now that she’s come home, will something more sinister be the death of her?. Homicide Lieutenant, Gabriel Garrett, is a man well acquainted with shadows and darkness. With the discovery of a mass grave in his hometown that shines a light on an underworld no one realize existed, his second chance with a long lost soulmate hangs in the balance. Will his pursuit of justice restore a love interrupted or will the truth destroy them both?
I am not one or the other.
Names are petty and mine never fit no how. Profound and profane is good enough for me.
I am perfect in my otherness, believe that.
Such a simple truth that dogged my steps from the time I was born. Can’t say my parents loved me, you understand. On the outside I resembled every little girl all decked out in barrettes and bows. Under my skirts… well that was another story entirely. Never thought anything was right or wrong with me until the games started with Daddy.
I won’t bore you with the particulars. Spare me the tears and the guilt that passes for sympathy. All you need to know is that by my twelfth birthday Daddy was in the ground and I put him there. Planted him better than any undertaker or gardener. You don’t get to know how I finished him neither. All you need to know is that he died screaming. Made damned sure of that. I even joined him at one point… in screaming that is.
Laughed a little too.
Mamma married again and you’d think she’d trade up. Hearing the grunts and groans and the occasional gag before she bolted to the bathroom served as a marker. What she couldn’t abide, and more or less let slide I was assigned to.
To keep the peace…. Hell, maybe to take her place on account of the new baby on the way. Out with the old and in with the new, I guess. Hoped it wasn’t true. Prayed it wasn’t , but then I heard the floor creak and my doorknob turn. You know how the story goes.
Can’t stay anywhere for free.
Frying pan to the fire. Rolled out with the clothes on my back and a sweaty, crumpled five in my pocket. Won’t tell you how I earned that or about my first night’s peace. You see my otherness had its perks and buyers. Some meaner than others, but it was business; nothing personal.
Snuffling back blood and spitting out a tooth or two makes you humble or mean. I chose the latter and had a good run until I didn’t.
That was where she found me. Hair like flames; green eyes like hellfire. Never said a word. Just sat there in an alley that reeked of piss, vomit and my own fear. Sat there as fine as you please on a wooden milk crate next to the pile of garbage I’d been thrown in.
Followed her I don’t remember how many city blocks.. It was almost daylight before we got to where she was going. She unlocked the door to an apartment and went in leaving the choice to me.
It is one I will never regret.
It’s why I’m here with grey eyes, sagging breasts and a silver beard to match. Filed my teeth down to points and forked my tongue. Can lick many things in many directions and I often do. People think me a monster, and I am. I live, lie and fuck all in equal measure.
Male…female or something else on the menu, I ain’t particular and I don’t discriminate.
I run it all; buy and sell it all. It’s what I am, who I am and what I do.
And I’m good at it.
With a shot glass in one hand and a blunt dangling from the corner of my mouth I am the one your Mamma couldn’t conjure in her worse night terror.
But to her…. Not Mamma, you dumb shit. The one that saved my life and straightened my crown of bones. To her I am Blood. I’d kill or die for her and that’s even after I betrayed her.
Now mind you she ain’t no saint. She rocks her sins like a Sable, and we, the ones she saved worship her for it.
Which is what make our history with this child between us so sweet and strange. Neither of us birthed her, but that little girl is ours just the same. Imagine… two demons raising a little girl. She grown now. Her hands are worth 2 million apiece if you can believe that.
To save her life she gonna have to let one of us go.
But which one… which one?
Not much time left.
Sins be like chickens coming home to roost and them sumbitches have teeth.
Hell, more like a season of the blood; a fine season of sacrifice.
Excerpt from Season of the Blood: necessary Evil Part III
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