Evelyn’s world just about ended when she caught her husband, Frank, cheating with a poolhall tramp. When he comes crawling back, she sees an opportunity to exact a little revenge and maybe have her own fun too. His penance? He’ll have to watch his wife as she’s railed by another man. He agrees, but with one stipulation. Whomever she picked has to have a higher body count than him, and, as a war hero freshly back from the South Pacific, that’s a tall order.

Good thing there’s more than one way to count bodies.

Enter Danny Diamond. The detective is approached by the couple while drowning his sorrows in a dim L.A. bar. There’s something electric and needful about the jilted wife that draws him to her like a moth to flame. He agrees to be a part of their little plot. After all, there’s no better way to forget your own troubles than to throw yourself into someone else’s. 

But what happens if Frank likes the arrangement a little too much? And what if Evelyn has other plans far deadlier than just a roll in the hay?

"Body Count: A Danny Diamond Erotic Mystery"

by Logan Black