Some Enchanted Noir by T.T. Thomas

Short story tribute to the Noir and hard-boiled genre and eras.

Some enchanted noir

This short story tribute to the Noir and Hard-boiled genre and eras of crime writing of Vin Packer (Marijane Meeker), Dashiell Hammett and Raymond Chandler comes with an O. Henry twist. Two women, one a detective, the other an apparent felon and fugitive from the law, strike up an edgy romance that leaves one of them short a thousand dollars. But that’s not the problem, is it? By the time she finds out the whys and wherefores of Roberta Blue, Detective Delores “Duke” Avante is also missing a big piece of her heart. Losing a grand starts looking like good news.

Genre: FICTION / Mystery & Detective / General

Secondary Genre: FICTION / Gay

Language: English

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Word Count: 7500 words

Sales info:

Strong selling stand-alone short story, ebook only.


Sample text:

Looking back on things now, I realize that some guys have all the luck. A little more luck and a little less lust would have made a difference in how things turned out in the beginning. Yeah, well, if the Sox could play ball, they'd win the pennant, too. When pigs get airborne. They just lost four in a row.
   She was tall, she had deep auburn hair and she looked past me like I wasn't there. I was staring at her hard, and my thoughts were saying things her well-manicured hand would smack. Only problem was, her mobility was a little limited because Sullivan had her in cuffs. She stood there like the Statue of Liberty without the flame held high. She was an ice sculpture in a tailored suit with a skirt that failed real nice at hiding her long, shapely legs. Yeah, she was the ice queen, all right, but her makeup wasn't running all over her face from spilt tears, and her lips didn't tremble in fear. The only clue I had about her heart was the cold, hard glint in her eyes. It was going to take more than a pair of handcuffs to give this lady something to cry about. I wouldn’t have believed you if you said I’d find out.
   Finally, she turned her head toward me. The curl of her lips could have been an abandoned smirk or a deserted sneer, but it didn't look like it was headed toward polite inquiry.


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