Monday, June 29, 2009


By Carol Lynne


Suffocation, mutilation and dismemberment aren’t the normal outside influences that bring two people together, but inside the newly refurbished Alcatraz Prison, anything can happen.

Inmates begin dying in shocking and sometimes gruesome ways. The deaths prompt Warden Jensen Black to bring in sexy parapsychologist, Brian Phipps. With the help of Brian, Jensen hopes to get to the bottom of what is killing the men he is responsible for. What he didn’t count on is falling and falling hard for the smaller man with the heart of a lion.

The attraction between the two men is instantaneous, but before they could fully explore the depths of their passion, the ghosts set their sites on Brian. As their relationship begins to heat up, the danger escalates, leaving both men to wonder if they’ll ever make it off Alcatraz alive.



The year is 2020 and the world is under a threat more dangerous than all the murderers and rapists combined. National treasuries are being depleted, military secrets stolen, and the global banking system is under constant attack. The threat of cybercrime has forced governments around the world to unite, forming the World Police Unit, or WPU. Deciding it best to keep the genius, but criminal, minds in one place, the countries involved reach a decision. Billions of dollars are spent rebuilding the one prison all men are afraid of…Alcatraz.

Chapter One
“Hello?” Jensen Black answered the phone.
“Warden, we’ve found another one.”
“Shit. Call WPU. I’ll be there in ten.” Jensen threw off the covers and glanced at the clock. Three thirty. “Of course.” He automatically touched the USMC flag he had attached to the bedroom wall as he headed to the bathroom.
He dressed and left his home. Located only three hundred yards from the newly remodeled prison, his home wasn’t luxurious but it had an awesome commute. He crossed the courtyard and showed his credentials to the guards on duty. Stepping into the long corridor, Jensen looked from side to side. If the rooms weren’t dark, he knew he’d be able to see the entire cell block in one glance. Made of two-inch-thick acrylic, every wall in the prison itself was see-through.
With Alcatraz now housing the most dangerous economic and cybercriminals in the world, governments refused to take chances. The prisoners were given absolutely no privacy at any time. The cells were transparent, and everything contained within those small ten-by-ten-foot walls of acrylic were the same, beds, toilets, sinks. It was no longer possible to hide even the smallest microchip. Each prisoner was given a single blanket and an inflatable, clear plastic pillow.
As he climbed the stairs to the guard station, Jeff, the guard in charge of the night watch, ran up to him. “Cell Block D this time.”
“Prisoner?” Jensen asked, following Jeff at a fast clip. He absentmindedly reached to his front pocket for a cigarette. Crap. He pushed the craving down. What the hell had he been thinking trying to quit the nasty habit with all the shit that had been going down?
Jeff looked at the digital display in his hand and began reading the prisoner’s stats. “Marvin Grimes, prisoner 1597832. Found guilty of draining more than a billion dollars from Germany’s defense funds.” Jeff tried to keep up with Jensen. “Sir? I think we should move the prisoners out of the immediate area until a cleaning crew can come in.”
Jensen’s steps faltered. This was the seventeenth prisoner found dead since Alcatraz had reopened its doors. They’d never before moved prisoners. Something in the guard’s tone told Jensen Marvin Grimes’s death wasn’t like the others. “Why?”
Jeff wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “I think you’ll know once we get there. I was unable to get a visual on the prisoner.”
More confused than ever, Jensen followed the guard down the stairs and took a left. The hallways were lit by underfloor lighting so the guards could do their jobs without disturbing the sleeping prisoners. Jeff unclipped the flashlight from his belt as they neared Grimes’s cell.
Jensen took the flashlight from Jeff and pointed it into the acrylic box. No wonder Jeff hadn’t made a visual on the body. The outer wall was covered from floor to ceiling in what appeared to be blood.
Swallowing the bile rising in his throat, Jensen stepped toward the cell next door and tried to see through the side wall. He was able to make out a few bits and pieces that he guessed were once the prisoner, but there was nothing that resembled a body. “Did you get an ETA from the WPU?”
“They’re choppering in. Should be here any minute.”
The World Police Unit had been the united governments’ first line of defense. They, above all other law enforcement agencies, had been given global domain to track down and punish cybercriminals.
Jensen handed Jeff back the flashlight and left the area. “Do we have any empty cells?”
“A few.”
“Move the prisoners immediately across and to the side of Grimes’s cell. We’ll curtain off the area if we need to, so the prisoners can’t see the carnage.” Jensen walked faster. He needed to get into his office before he made a fool of himself by throwing up in front of the guard.

Carol Lynne...get your feet wet've been branded

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