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Bullet of Revenge

by Herbert Grosshans

When PI Frank Hummer takes on a new case to help a woman in distress, he soon finds himself in a web of lies and deception. Ghosts from the past reach out toward him, demanding atonement for the things he committed a decade ago, things he tried hard to forget.


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Frank Hummer watched the couple coming through the doors into the shopping mall. The man was middle-aged, a little heavier around the middle than he should have been; the woman about ten years younger in appearance, nice figure, her auburn hair falling in gentle waves down to her shoulders, her eyes rimmed with dark eyeliner. She appeared elegant and brimming with confidence. They stopped in front of a shoe store and walked inside. He came back out a few minutes later and headed for one of the benches in the mall, looking bored. His eyes met Hummer’s for a quick moment. He nodded, lifted his hands with a shrug of his shoulders and said, “Women! They can never make up their minds.” Then he sat down, crossing his legs, obviously getting ready for a long wait.
Hummer smiled as he sipped his coffee. He wasn’t married, but he knew men hated going shopping with their wives at the best of times, and looking for shoes could not classify as one of the most exciting shopping trips.
His attention was brought again to the wide doors when he saw a couple of burly men in white suits and a woman, also in a white uniform, coming into the mall. They looked around for a moment then headed straight for the man on the bench.
He looked up as the trio approached him. Hummer wasn’t particularly interested in what he saw, but something in the two burly men’s behavior kept him watching.
“Can I help you?” the man on the bench asked.
One of the two men in white suits smiled. “Hello, Harry. It’s time to go home?”
“What?” the man asked, obviously taken by surprise.
“Don’t make a fuss, Harry. Let’s go!” Both of the white-suited men grabbed the man and pulled him up.
The man struggled in their grip and called out, “Let go of me, you morons. What do you think you’re doing?”
“Now, now, Harry,” said the woman. “Be a good boy and come without causing a disturbance. You wouldn’t want me to stick a needle into you, would you? I know how you hate needles.”
“What the hell are you talking about? You must have me confused with someone else. Let go of my arms!”
“Harry, Harry. The same thing happened the last time when you walked away. You remember the last time?” The woman’s voice sounded patronizing.
“There was no such thing as the last time,” the man shouted. He squirmed and looked about for help. “Somebody call the police. These people are molesting me.”
“Shut up!” one of the two orderlies snapped. “We’ll have to subdue you if you don’t behave and it won’t be pleasant.”
Hummer noticed a few people stopping and turning heads, but most people seemed to be more annoyed about the commotion than what was actually happening.
Looks like some lunatic escaped again. He appears quite normal, but appearances can be deceiving. I wonder who that woman is. Maybe they weren’t even together. He may have just assumed in his crazy mind she was his wife.
The two men in white dragged the struggling and shouting man toward the doors. They almost reached the doors when the auburn-haired woman came out of the shoe store. She obviously saw the four people but didn’t pay any attention, only when the man shouted, “Let go of me!” she stopped walking and turned around.
Then she screamed, “Harry, what’s going on?”
“Call the police, Helen!” the man yelled, struggling to get free from the men who held him.

"Bullet Of Revenge" - Herbert Grosshans

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Time Flares

 

Time Flares, a collection of short stories

 

by Herbert Grosshans

The Anniversary Gift
Robert thought his wife Suzan didn't know about his infidelities until she made him a special Anniversary Gift.
Gin and Tonic
Ginger wanted to spend some quiet time on her holiday, but when she meets two handsome men things begin to heat up very quickly.
A Taste of Paradise
When Darrin Parker bought the old house, he bought more than he bargained for. He bought a taste of Paradise.
For Love of Arilee
Is the love of a human boy for an alien girl strong enough to bridge the gap between two different species?
Remember Me Next Christmas
They came out of the moor during a snowstorm the day before Christmas…three women and three men. Beautiful Karima captures Frank's heart, and even when he discovers her true identity, his love for her is stronger than his loyalty to his friends and family.
An Act of Mercy
A chance encounter of two lonely people reveals more than just their names.
Time Flares
Flung back in time two-hundred years, the crew of the Spaceship Synergy must find a way to return to the twenty-third century without changing the past.


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The Anniversary Gift

The once majestic oak trees threw dark shadows across the long gravel driveway as Robert drove through the gate toward the ancient two-story house. Looking up at the small window of the attic, barely visible among the vines covering most of the front of the house, he thought he saw the face of a woman looking out, but he knew it was just his imagination. Nobody ever went up into the attic.
When they bought the house a couple years back, people in the neighborhood told them the house was haunted. It was the reason they were able to buy that big house for such a bargain, but he didn’t believe in ghosts. Only Suzan did.
He didn’t bother driving the car into the garage. He was too tired to lift the heavy wooden door. Someday they’d install an automatic door opener. Maybe. The door needs a paintjob, he thought as he opened the small side door. The rusted hinges made a squeaky grinding sound when he closed the door again. And the hinges a few drops of oil. Maybe someday he’d get around to it.
“Honey, I’m home,” he called, chuckling to himself. Even after ten years of marriage he still got a kick saying it. He put down his briefcase, stood quiet for a moment, inhaling the familiar old-wood smell of the house.
The oak floorboards creaked as Suzan came out of the living room to greet him. Tall and slim, her auburn hair falling in soft curls down to her shoulders, she looked as beautiful as always. Her green eyes sparkled mischievously as she brushed her full lips against his.
“Glad you’re home,” she said, smiling. It was her standard greeting, but it sounded good to his ears every time she said it. Especially today. Today was their anniversary.
“Had a good day?” she asked, taking his briefcase to put it into the closet. She always did that. She hated it when he left it standing in the back hall.
“The usual. Got a bit of a headache. I’m glad the week is over,” he answered.
“A nice hot shower will fix you up, honey.” She smiled and stirred him toward the bathroom. “I’ve got your robe already laid out for you.”
“You’re the best.” He put an arm around her.
“I know.” Before she closed the door behind him, she said, “Enjoy your shower but don’t take too long. I have a surprise for you.”
“A surprise?” he called, but she didn’t answer.
He undressed, folded his pants, and put them on the counter. His shirt he hung on a hook behind the door, beside his robe. He even folded his underwear and laid it neatly on top of his pants.
Again he smiled. There had been a time when he would have dropped everything into an untidy heap onto the floor.
That was before Suzan. She had gradually changed him, without him even being aware of it. Suzan had made this neat person out of him. And he liked it. She was a terrific woman. He loved her. And yet…there seemed to be something missing, some excitement.
Their sex life had always been great, except lately it had become somewhat stale, almost routine. Weekends, maybe Tuesdays and Wednesdays, just like clockwork. Only when he was out-of-town on business they made love the day he came home.
As far as he knew, she had never cheated on him, but he had cheated on her.Hotel rooms were lonely places, and sometimes he invited a waitress, or some other woman he met at the bar, up to his room.
But those women meant nothing to him. These encounters were never really satisfying…just a quick release, forgotten the next day.
He looked at his reflection in the mirror. Tall, muscular, his stomach like a washboard, at thirty-five, he presented a handsome figure of a man. Picking up women had never been a problem for him.
When he went to college his reputation as a stud gave him access to a circle of beautiful girls. There had been times when he fucked a different girl every night.
Sighing, he entered the shower stall. The warm water felt good on his skin. He closed his eyes thinking of all those hot pussies and beautiful girls and women he had known.

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Holiday - Christmas
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Iceworld

The Xandra - Book Six, Iceworld

by Herbert Grosshans

Exploring a new world can be exciting and rewarding. Ten researchers are trying to unlock the mysteries of a planet plagued by fierce storms and harsh winters. They find more than mere excitement as they discover they are not alone.


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Chapter One


Professor Tennenboum walked to the outer rim of the observatory to look at the star-speckled black void outside. The ancient alien space station curved away all around the tower, the only tower the Humans had adapted to support human life. Only three of the twelve towers studding the giant sphere could be partially seen from his location. The fourth planet of the star system ACG 671-397-D hung overhead like a huge, shiny soap bubble. He may never set foot on its surface. His destination lay elsewhere.
“Overwhelming, isn’t it?”
He turned to glance at the woman who came up beside him. She was tall, slim, and beautiful, with long, red hair and lovely green eyes. “It certainly is,” he said.
“Every time I look at that planet it seems to beckon to me.” Her voice sounded almost dreamy.
“I haven’t been down there, but I hear it is an ideal planet. One of the best we’ve discovered so far.”
She chuckled. “The colonists named it Nu-Eden. Let’s hope we don’t find a snake to spoil it.”
“There usually is one. Nothing ever turns out to be perfect.” Tennenboum was pessimistic. “I remember Devil’s Nest as it is called now. Did you know it was named Eden at first?”
“I don’t know about Devil’s Nest, but I know of at least three other planets starting out as Eden.”
“Perhaps this one will be different.” Tennenboum turned to walk back to his table. “Care to join me for dinner, Miss…I’m sorry, I don’t know your name. I’ve seen you around, though.” He smiled. “A beautiful woman like you does draw attention.”
“Thank you for the compliment, Professor Tennenboum.” She laughed at his puzzled face. “Everybody knows the head of the research team that is going down to the fifth planet.” She held out a hand. “I’m Breanna McGuinness. I’m a xenologist.”
“You study alien life forms. A xenologist and beautiful to boot. Too bad I didn’t know about you before I put together my team. A good-looking woman is always a pleasant addition.”
She pulled her eyebrows into a mock frown. “I hope the members of your team were selected for their qualifications and not because they are beautiful people.”
“All of them are the best in their field.” He smiled and took her arm. “Come, lovely Lady Breanna McGuinness, and let me have the pleasure of looking at you from across the table.”
“Are you flirting with me, Professor Tennenboum?”
“I am an old man, young woman. My flirting days are over.” He led her across the crowded room to his table and held the chair for her until she sat down. When she was comfortable he moved to the other side of the table and took the seat across from her.
“Thank you, Professor. You are a gentleman.”
“Thank goodness one doesn’t forget his manners with age.”
Herbert Grosshans "The Xandra 3, Goddes of Life"

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Escape From Paradise

The Xandra - Book Five, Escape from Paradise

by Herbert Grosshans

Rob Cameron joins a group of men who have not been changed by the Xandra. If they want to survive and keep their humanity, they must leave Nu-Eden and search for another planet, away from the lure of seduction. Rob Cameron discovers a terrible truth about himself.


Excerpt

Chapter One

The day started out cloudy and a bit cooler. The clouds dispersed by midmorning and the sun appeared, but the humidity was still high, making traveling on foot somewhat unpleasant.
The Ballard family was on their way to visit one of the neighbors, the Markhams, a two-hour walk from the Ballard farm.
“Some day we’ll be traveling in style in a horse-drawn wagon,” Abe Ballard said. He pointed north with his walking stick. “In time we may even have the resemblance of a road leading to our neighbors.”
“It will be a long time before we have roads like we had on Earth,” Leezi said. “Not to mention the sleek vehicles floating on the smooth surface of those roads. We’d be at the Markhams in less then ten minutes.”
“Yes, we would be, but we would have no eyes for our surroundings. We’d be too busy watching the latest news-holograms inside our sleek floating prisons,” Abe growled. “The Lord is giving us a chance to get in touch again with his creation. We have forgotten how beautiful the world around us is.”
“This isn’t Earth,” Leezi said. “How do you know our god made this world? Perhaps the goddess of this world, the Xandra, made this planet.” She threw a glance at Miller who walked beside her. “What do you think, Mr. Miller?”
“I’m getting a little tired hearing about this false goddess,” Abe said with an annoyed voice. “What’s got into you, Leezi? You haven’t been yourself lately.”
“Did you forget she’s pregnant, Abe?” Meleeta said from behind Leezi. “Women get a little strange in that condition.”
“She’s getting strange alright,” Abe snorted, pounding his staff into the ground with an angry gesture. “Making blasphemous remarks about the Good Lord. I don’t want to hear them anymore.”
“I can assure you the Xandra did not make this world,” Miller said in an obvious attempt to smooth out the awkward emanations in the air. “She may be powerful but that is beyond her capabilities.”
“Well, I’m glad to hear your goddess has limits and is not an equal to the Almighty God,” Abe said. 
 

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Lure of Seduction

The Xandra - Book Four, Lure of Seduction

by Herbert Grosshans

When Rob Cameron gets lost in Nu-Eden's jungle, he is saved by a mysterious alien woman, the Xandra, but once back in Alpha Colony, he questions his memories and sanity. He meets and falls in love with Valissa. They leave Alpha, but can they escape the lure of the Xandra?


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He must have dozed off. When he awoke, he could see reddish light falling through the crack in the entrance flap. Feeling restless, he sat up and decided to walk around outside. He crawled out of the tent and stared at the red disk of the third moon. Then he looked at the still water of the pond.
In the light of the strange moon, he saw a large plant floating in the water. Somehow he had not noticed it when he came upon the clearing. Either the light played tricks with his eyes or he was dreaming. When he looked at the plant, he saw a figure kneeling on it. Looking closer, he realized it was the shape of a woman.
She seemed to have noticed him, because she turned and looked at him. Long hair spilled down her shoulders, partially covering her naked breasts. She rose and stood on the plant, her nude body bathed in the red light of the moon.
Wiping his hand across his eyes, he told himself that she couldn’t be real. He was probably trapped in some lucid dream. There should not be a naked woman here, not in the middle of the jungle on an alien planet, and certainly not standing on top of a plant.
When he looked again, she was still standing there, her face hidden in the shadows of the trees surrounding the clearing. She lifted an arm and beckoned.
Without giving it any thought, he stepped into the water, subconsciously registering the warm temperature, and walked toward the plant. Reaching it, he pulled his body on top of the large platform made from leafs and roots. The plant was enormous. A sea of purple petals rippled gently as he knelt between the flowers covering the surface of the plant.
The woman stood in the center of the carpet of flowers, watching him. When he rose, he found the platform spongy but strong enough to hold his weight. He stared at the woman.
“Who are you?” he asked.
She regarded him in silence. Then she wiped strands of red hair out of her face. He could see it clearly in the bright light of the red moon. When he looked into her eyes, he took a step backward.
“You are not human,” he croaked.
“I am The Xandra.”
He had not seen her move her lips.
She smiled, revealing white, even teeth. “I speak inside your mind,” she said.
“What are you?”
“My daughters call me The Great Mother.” Her strange large eyes glowed with green brilliance.
“Are you really here or am I dreaming?”
“You are not dreaming.”
He reached out and touched her shoulder. She felt warm and solid. “Are you a woman or some thing?”
Her laughter sounded amused. “I am whatever you want me to be but be assured, I am real. As real as you are.” Her fingers touched his hand. They sent a slight tingling through his body.
Her gentle touch awoke feelings inside him he had suppressed for a long time. He was a loner. There was no place in his life for a woman, not after the death of his wife so many years ago.
“Do not be afraid,” her voice whispered inside his mind. “Just follow your feelings.”
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Mark of the Cobra

by Herbert Grosshans

When his company sends Peter Hartmann to meet a new prospective client, he is obliged to do more than just sign some contracts. After being arrested for a crime he didn't commit, his violent past catches up with him and takes him on a roller coaster ride filled with danger and sexual encounters


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Chapter One

The gate opened. Peter Hartmann drove down the winding driveway toward the large house. Through his open window, he smelled the fragrance of flowers and trees in bloom. The noise of a lawn tractor made him aware of the immaculate lawn and the neatly trimmed shrubbery.
He parked his car and walked slowly to the huge front entrance. Thick pillars held up a large canopy so high it made him feel dwarfish. As he approached, the door opened, and a black girl in a maid’s outfit asked him to come in. “Mrs. Liebman is waiting in the library,” she said. “This way, please.”
She walked in front of him. He took great enjoyment watching her plump buttocks roll inside her tight short skirt. She had nice legs, too.
The woman who sat at a small round table got up when Peter walked in. She was fairly tall, slim, and middle age. Early fifties, Peter estimated. Her black hair was tied in a tight bun behind her head. The black, high-collared long dress she wore clung to her body, revealing a nice, curvy figure.
“Hello,” she said with an enchanting, beautiful smile, shaking his hand. “I am Rhonda Liebman.”
“Hi. Peter Hartmann.” He held her hand for a brief moment, feeling the urge to bend down and kiss it. Something about this woman radiated class, almost royalty. “I hope I’m not too early.”
He noticed the diamond-studded earrings, the necklace of delicate woven gold strands, and when she pulled her hand away, the sunlight from the large window caught in the multifaceted diamond she wore on her third finger.
This woman represented money and power. He would have to tread very carefully.
She laughed. “With my husband, everybody is always early. He’s been held up at a meeting, but that’s fine. I am his silent partner. You can discuss business with me.”
“All right.” Peter fumbled with his briefcase, but Mrs. Liebman held up a hand. “There is time, Peter.” She smiled and walked over to a small couch. When she sat down, the slit in the front of the dress parted and exposed two long, well-formed tanned legs. “You young people are always in such a hurry to talk business.”
She crossed her legs and patted the seat beside her. “Come, join me for a drink and tell me a little about yourself. I like to know more about the people I do business with.”
Speaking to the servant girl, who had been waiting patiently by the door, she said, “Two glasses of white wine, Rita.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Peter sat down beside the older woman, feeling somewhat awkward and apprehensive.
“Can I ask you a question?” he asked.
“Sure.”
“I recently met a Delta Liebman. Are you by any chance related to her?”
Rhonda laughed. “You’ve met Delta? Yes, we are related. Through marriage. My husband and her husband are brothers.” She paused a little. “Delta and I don’t always see eye to eye.”
“It happens. My girlfriend and her sister aren’t exactly friends, either.”
“So you’re not married?” 
“No, I am not, but Kathleen and I have been living together for five years.”
“She is younger?”
“Yes. Eight years.” He felt as if he were on trial. “She’s very beautiful,” he added.
Mrs. Liebman laughed. She had a captivating laugh. “I’m sure she is. A handsome man like you would never settle for an ugly one. Children?”
Peter shook his head. “No.”
“Any reason?”
“We’re not married.”
“That is not a valid reason. People have children without getting married.”
“I guess they have.” He hesitated. “It’s medical. Low sperm count. I’ll probably never have children.”
The maid brought the drinks, interrupting their conversation. Peter almost emptied half the glass. Catching himself, he put the glass onto the small table beside him.
Mrs. Liebman just sipped hers. Looking at him over the rim of her glass, she said, “That’s too bad, but I’m sure there are compensations.”
He chuckled, somewhat embarrassed, guessing what she meant, but he feigned ignorance. “Like what?”
Smiling, she put down her glass. “You ever cheat on the woman you live with, Peter?”
He looked into her hazel eyes, a sudden flash of heat creeping up his neck. He didn’t know how to play her game, and he knew she was playing with him. Like a cat with a mouse. I’m the mouse.
Her eyes were cool, almost cold, her face unreadable.
Don’t blow this one!
“My job takes me away from home a lot,” he said carefully. “A week can be a long time, and it gets quite lonely sometimes.”
She drained her glass and got up. “Would you like to go for a swim?” she asked.
“I don’t know,” he said, his voice sounding flustered. “I mean…sure. I’d like to, but I’m not prepared for a swim.”
“No trunks?” She chuckled. “We’ll find you a pair.”
Rita, the maid, brought him a pair of swimming trunks and led him to a change-room outside. When he emerged, he saw Mrs. Liebman already waiting by the pool. She must have worn her outfit under her dress.
Peter tried not to stare but failed. This woman had the body of a twenty-five year old, and she displayed it liberally in her string bikini and a tiny halter that barely covered her nipples.
She noticed his staring and smiled, studying him in return. “A bodybuilder,” she commented.
“I used to, but lately I’ve been neglecting my workouts a bit,” he said.
She gave him a cryptic smile. “I believe in workouts myself. What do you do?”
“Martial arts, mainly, and some weightlifting.”
“You’ll have to show me some of your moves sometimes,” she said. “Maybe I’ll show you mine.” She laughed softly.
“You’re into martial arts?”
“Not really. It’s more like acrobatics.” She looked at his trunks and smiled. “You want to cool off?”
His eyes had been feasting on her luscious body. He couldn’t believe this woman was over fifty. She certainly didn’t look like the tough old bird his boss had called her. Her waist was maybe not quite as tiny as that of a younger woman, and her hips a bit too fleshy, but her belly was flat and trim, her buttocks and breasts looked firm and solid. His loins were beginning to pound, and his penis came to life in his borrowed trunks.
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