Suds and Sam Series by Stella Marie Alden

She's got an artificial intelligence app. He's got her. If they don't get their sh*t together soon, New Yorkers are going to die. Don't freak out, Jones. It's probably just a bug. Oh. My. God. I'm on a bus with a friggin' terrorist!In the bus's side window, my wide-eyed reflection gawks back, pale Irish skin tinted green. And instead of a successful entrepreneur, I see a woman biting down on her lower lip like a scared teenager. Yeah, I want off this death trap... moreShe's got an artificial intelligence app. He's got her. If they don't get their sh*t together soon, New Yorkers are going to die. Don't freak out, Jones. It's probably just a bug. Oh. My. God. I'm on a bus with a friggin' terrorist!In the bus's side window, my wide-eyed reflection gawks back, pale Irish skin tinted green. And instead of a successful entrepreneur, I see a woman biting down on her lower lip like a scared teenager. Yeah, I want off this death trap. Who wouldn't? One small push on the stop bar and I could get free. But I can't just leave a bus filled with innocent people,can I? I brace for the searing blast wondering if there really is a heavenly doorway with brilliant white light.There's a clunk. I wait. Then nothing.Finally a male voice shouts from upfront, "NYPD. Everyone remain seated!"When I open my eyes, I figure I didn't survive the attack and this is the afterlife. Otherwise the chances of seeing Colin O'Brien again are what? A hundred zillion to one? ...He hasn't changed a bit. He's still got those dreamy baby-blues and jet-black lashes.I can't handle his intense stare, his breath. Just like long ago, his presence makes my panties melt. less

What do the Halloween parade, gene-splicing, and the Russians have in common?Hell if I know. Ask my wife. She's the one with all the answers… or so she thinks. Oh, she'll tell you it's not her fault, the FBI gave her an offer she couldn't turn down, etcetera, etcetera, but you and I know better. Sam’s draws trouble like moths to a flame.Remember her old FBI boss? He asks her to do some top secret research on the paranormal. Now, anybody else would laugh it off but not my Sam... moreWhat do the Halloween parade, gene-splicing, and the Russians have in common?Hell if I know. Ask my wife. She's the one with all the answers… or so she thinks. Oh, she'll tell you it's not her fault, the FBI gave her an offer she couldn't turn down, etcetera, etcetera, but you and I know better. Sam’s draws trouble like moths to a flame.Remember her old FBI boss? He asks her to do some top secret research on the paranormal. Now, anybody else would laugh it off but not my Sam.Will Suds and Sam thwart this terrorist attack? Are there really genetically altered humans? You don’t need to read the others in the series to enjoy this laugh out loud short story!Note: Heated adult scenes. less