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280 pages
ISBN 10 - 0982993137
Summer Heat by Scott Fields has been optioned by Forbidden Tears Production Studios to be a major motion picture. Watch for details. Here is a sample chapter published earlier.
From Chapter 3 of Summer Heat
Earl glanced at her chest. Her firm, ample breasts strained the buttons on her blouse. He slightly lowered his head to peek through the openings at the soft skin. Earl swirled his finger down her arm to the soft skin on the inside of her elbow. She was panting now. Her eyes were closed and sweat trickled down her neck and disappeared behind her blouse. He could see the outline of her hard nipples. His finger was only inches away. So far, it had all been innocent play. He had not crossed any line, but that was about to change. His head throbbed. He could feel the blood pounding through his veins.
It was near closing. The last of the patrons were walking out the door. Jessie was wiping down the bar when Earl leaned back in his chair.
“Hey, there, Lil’ Darlin’, bring me a bottle of the good stuff,” he said. “And bring two glasses.”
Jessie knew what the good stuff was. Earl loved Crown Royal and kept cases of it in the backroom. She carried the bottle and two glasses across the room and set it on his table.
“Sit down, girl,” he said. “I don’t want to drink alone.”
“It’s late, Earl,” she said.
“What are you talking about? We still got a half hour before closing.” He poured two drinks. “Here, this will get you where you need to go.”
“I don’t think I ever had any Crown Royal before.” She sipped the drink. “Damn, that’s good stuff.”
“How come that old man of yours never got you any?”
“Frank doesn’t drink.”
“He doesn’t? Hell, that don’t sound American.”
“He ain’t never even tried it.”
Earl gulped his drink. “Don’t know what he’s missin’, does he?”
Jessie took another sip. “This stuff is so smooth.”
“Drink up, girl,” said Earl filling the glasses. “We got this whole bottle here to kill off.”
“Must be terribly expensive.”
“Are you enjoying it?”
“Yes.”
“Then don’t worry about it,” he said. “It wouldn’t hurt you none if you untied a few of them knots.”
Jessie gulped her drink. “What are you talking about?”
“You just look like you might need to unwind,” said Earl. “You seem tense or upset about something.”
“You might be right.”
Earl filled her glass again. “Must be hard on you with Frank gone.”
She leaned back in her chair. “Yeah, I miss him a lot.”
“Pretty young thing like you must miss havin’ a man carry you off to bed.”
“Oh, Frank isn’t that kind of guy,” she said, her words slurring already. “He loves me. I got no doubt about that, but in his own way.”
“In other words, you ain’t getting any.”
Jessie filled her glass and took another drink. “Why? You applying for the job?”
Earl reached out and placed his hand on top of hers. “That I am, darlin’,” he said with a sober voice.
Jessie set her drink on the table and leaned back. Her head was spinning from the alcohol. It had all been light-hearted banter until now. Even in her drunken stupor, she could see that he was serious.
“Think you’re man enough?” she asked with a smile.
Earl tightly gripped her hand. His smile disappeared. “I know I’m man enough.”
It was about that time that the other waitress started towards the front door. Earl bolted across the room to let her out. He said his good nights, let her out and latched the door behind her.
“We’re all alone,” he announced with a smile.
Jessie pointed at a chair next to hers. “Come and sit down next to me.”
Earl slowly swaggered across the room. Beads of sweat erupted on his forehead. He had thought about this moment ever since he met her. Fantasies of her swirled in his mind. His head throbbed with excitement. He pulled up a chair and sat next to her.
“Now where were we?” he asked, his voice raspy.
“You were telling me how much of a man you are.”
With one hand, Earl began rubbing her back and shoulders. Jessie moaned in approval.
“Tell me something,” said Earl. “How married are you?”
“What do you mean?”
“You know what I mean.”
She held up her hand. “I have a ring.”
Earl sneered. “That don’t mean anything.”
He ran his hand over her shoulders and lightly caressed her bare arm.
“I didn’t think that would make much of an impression,” she said closing her eyes. “Damn, that feels good.”
He ran one finger lightly over her cheek. “I know something else that would feel even better.”
Jessie said nothing. She groaned as he lightly swirled his finger over her bare skin.
“Relax,” he said. “You seem tense.”
“It’s been a long time.”
“A long time for what?”
“Since…since a man has touched me.”
“How does it feel?”
“Incredible,” she said with a slur. “Simply incredible.”
Earl glanced at her chest. Her firm, ample breasts strained the buttons on her blouse. He slightly lowered his head to peek through the openings at the soft skin. Earl swirled his finger down her arm to the soft skin on the inside of her elbow. She was panting now. Her eyes were closed and sweat trickled down her neck and disappeared behind her blouse. He could see the outline of her hard nipples. His finger was only inches away. So far, it had all been innocent play. He had not crossed any line, but that was about to change. His head throbbed. He could feel the blood pounding through his veins.
Earl reached over and lightly touched the side of her breast. It was firm and yet soft to the touch. Jessie jerked. She moaned and arched her back. Earl withdrew his finger. He wasn’t sure. Was that a cold reaction? Was she pulling away? Then, Jessie moved her chair closer and turned in his direction. “Please,” she uttered softly.
Her breasts were right in front of him, heaving now from her heavy breathing. Earl could see her nipples through the sweat-soaked blouse. He could feel his manhood throbbing in his pants. He reached over and gently unbuttoned the top button of her blouse. He glanced at her face for a reaction.
“Faster,” she muttered.
His hands trembled as he fumbled with the remaining buttons. When he finished with the last one, he slowly pulled her blouse open. Cool air from a slow-turning ceiling fan washed over her exposed breasts making her nipples even harder and leaving small bumps on her skin.
In spite of his gruff exterior, Earl knew women and he knew what pleased them. He reached over with both hands and lightly touched the sides of her bare breasts. She jumped slightly but moved even closer. He slowly moved his fingers to the underside of her breasts, caressing the soft skin, coming close to her nipples but never touching them. He then formed circles around the breasts even closer to her nipples, occasionally, brushing them as if by accident.
By then, Jessie’s chest was rising and falling as she gasped for air. Earl firmly grasped her ribcage and leaned towards her. He lightly touched her lips with his. As she moved closer to kiss him, he pulled away, then lightly, hovered his lips over hers.
Crazed with lust, Jessie pulled him close to her, savagely kissing his lips. The taunting and teasing was over. Earl wrapped his arms around her and kissed her long and hard. Still locked in a tight embrace, Jessie slid her cotton blouse over her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Earl fumbled with his belt sending his pants sliding down his legs. He stepped out of them just as she did hers.
“Take me now,” she said with a raspy voice. “I don’t care where, just do it.”
Earl picked her up and sat her on the edge of the table. He grabbed her ankles and slid her closer to the edge. Jessie lay back on the table. She wanted to scream. Her whole body was on fire. He had to do, and he had to do it now. What was he waiting on? She could feel hot liquid as it dripped from the tender folds of her skin and onto the floor. He wasn’t going to tease her again. He wouldn’t do that. He couldn’t.
Then it happened. She felt his strong, hard manhood as it slid, effortlessly, into her. She screamed with pleasure. Her whole body screamed with pleasure. It was obvious that the teasing and taunting of foreplay was over. He was at the right height and could easily slam it deep into her. She screamed with pleasure at every thrust that he made.
Her first orgasm came within seconds, the second and third minutes later. He picked up speed, slamming home even faster. Jessie was delirious with pleasure. Her orgasms seemed to be coming with every thrust. It went on for what seemed like an eternity. She had never experienced anything like this before. He was man enough. That was for sure.
Just as she was about to pass out, he slowed his movement. He leaned his head back and emitted a guttural, almost primal growl. She felt him pulsating inside her, then, slowed to a stop.
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Paperback: 212 pages
Language: English
ISBN-10: 0982993110
ISBN-13: 978-0982993118
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It was the worse two-week killing spree in Ohio’s history. On the night of July 21, 1948, Robert Daniels and John West entered John and Nolena Niebel’s house with loaded guns. They forced the family including the Niebel’s 21-year-old daughter, Phyllis, into their car and drove them to a cornfield just off Fleming Falls Road in Mansfield. The two men instructed the Niebels to remove all of their clothing, and then Robert Daniels shot each of them in the head.
The brutal murders caught national attention in the media, but the killing spree didn’t stop there. Three more innocent people would lose their lives at the hands of Daniels and West in the coming week.
Scott Fields tirelessly researched the killings, the capture and trial of Daniels and even interviewed a surviving member of the Niebel family to weave this tragic story into a must-read novel bringing the reader back to those dark days in the summer of 1948.
What led to these brutal killings, and why was the Niebel family singled-out to be savagely murdered? It has been over sixty years since the tragedy, and, yet, this question still remains unanswered. The killing spree is not only remembered to this day, but is an important and dark part of Mansfield lore.
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In 1966, Scott turned down a contract with the Detroit Tigers to pursue his lifelong dream of becoming a published author by earning a degree at Ohio University. In 1996 with a lifelong dream of being a writer, Scott started writing short stories.
Within two years, he had four stories published. Since then, his first novel, All Those Years Ago, was published, Summer Heat, his fifth novel, was published in May 2012 and his most recent, The Mansfield Killings, based on a true story, was published in October 2012. To date, Scott has published 11 novels.
Now, Scott spends nearly all his time writing his next novel.
Scott lives in Mansfield, Ohio, where most of his novels take place, with his wife, Deb.
Visit his web site, www.scottcfields.com to learn more.
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