It's December, 1944 and L.A. detective Danny Diamond is the hero of the hour. After solving the heinous Black Noel Murder, he and his partner, Eddie Valentino, are invited to a Christmas party at a powerful judge's home to celebrate their triumph of law and order. It would be wonderful if it wasn't all a sham. Diamond attends begrudgingly, still upset about the course of the case. The only bright point of the evening is the judge's wife. She alone seems to see through the political charade. She's young, blonde, and oh-so-willing, a surefire recipe for trouble. But can the detective control his anger and his libido when his career is on the line? Of course not. This is Danny Diamond we're talking about." The Black Noel" is a novelette-length work of approximately 10,000 words. The events depicted were alluded to in the first Danny Diamond mystery novel, The Money Shot.

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? \\This book is permanently free from the author's website

When your partner is murdered, you’re supposed to do something about it–even if he is a useless drunk. But for private detective Danny Diamond, it’s a little more complicated than that. He’s been sleeping with his partner’s wife. The womanizing detective is a ready-made fall guy for the murder. To make matters worse, the new widow thinks they’re an item now. His secretary is full of “I told you so’s,” the police are knocking on his door, and a vicious pornographer is convinced Diamond has a set of negatives he’s never even heard of. The key to unraveling the mystery and saving his own neck lies with his newest client, the beautiful heiress Patricia Carlyle. Patricia is dark and mysterious, the attraction between them electric. She knows far more about sex than any upstanding rich girl should, but is it just a smokescreen hiding an even more disturbing secret, or is she the genuine article? The detective who swore he’d never be tied down to one woman finds himself ensnared by the heiress’s many talents. But if he lets his libido do the thinking for him, he may not make it out of this one alive. As he digs past the glitzy veneer of post-WWII Los Angeles, he uncovers a sordid world of sex, lies and greed–and with it, a “money shot” worth killing for.

Betty Robinson loves her job. As a maid at the upscale Hollywood Madison Hotel, she rubs elbows with some of the wealthiest and most attractive people in 1940s L.A. Never mind the fact they only see “the help” when they look at her. She still has her fun, indulging her fantasies in their empty hotel rooms while the rich and famous are out on the town. The valuables that happen to grow legs and walk out with her are just the icing on the cake. Still flush from a prior case, Danny Diamond takes on a consulting gig with the Madison Hotel as a favor for an old friend. The ask? To find the thief on staff who’s been stealing from hotel guests. Diamond immediately zeroes in on Betty as the most likely–and most attractive–culprit. But how to prove it when none of the missing merchandise can be found? The young maid is obstinate, uncannily adept at covering her tracks. With no way else to proceed, Diamond resolves to catch Miss Sticky Fingers in the act and teach her a lesson she’ll never forget. A novelette-length work of approximately 12,000 words.

Eileen Jacobsen has seen her share of tawdry cases. As secretary for the womanizing detective Danny Diamond, it goes with the territory. But she’s always experienced them from the sidelines. That is, until her boss approaches her with a case all her own. It’s supposed to be a milk run. A wealthy widow, off her rocker with dementia, has lost her favorite cat, Apollo. And wouldn’t you know it, Diamond has been hired to find out where he ran off to. Eileen quickly learns the wayward pussycat is with a relative in San Francisco and convinces Diamond to take a jaunt with her up to the City by the Bay to retrieve him. She’s never been to the city before, and it’s a perfect opportunity to for a day date on someone else’s dime. But it’s never as simple as that when it comes to a Danny Diamond caper – especially when libidos run hot and idle conversation on the airplane turns to talk turns to the Mile High Club. Or when an old lady’s cat turns out to be the spawn of Satan himself. “The Kitty That Got the Cream” is a Novelette-length erotic tale of approximately 14,000 words.

When Betty Robinson promised she'd go straight, Danny Diamond knew she was full of baloney. So when the thieving maid turns up on his doorstep at 4 a.m., begging for an alibi, he isn't exactly surprised. She spins a tale of a lost key, a dead woman bedecked in pearls, and a trail of evidence that leads back to her. Diamond agrees to help pull her shapely rear out of hot water. He also resolves to teach her a lesson she'll never forget, even if he has to take her over his knee to do it. But what happens when she learns an entirely different lesson than the one he intended?" She Looked Good in Pearls" is an erotic novelette of approximately 13,000 words featuring light BDSM, Age Gap, and Spanking. It continues the story from "Sticky Fingers," Danny Diamond Erotic Mystery #1.1.

Old flames never die. They just smolder till the right breeze whips them back to life. Lilly Bowman was an old flame Danny Diamond never wanted to see again. But his former mistress (and the widow of his dead partner) comes roaring back into his life when she inherits her husband's stake in Diamond's detective agency. And she aims to make their first case together as deliciously agonizing as possible. A pool boy is found dead at a posh country club, and Diamond takes the job protecting the club's interests during the police investigation. At the center of it is Grace McFadden, club tennis pro and wife to the aging club manager. Tall and athletic, she has a way of collecting men like normal women collect shoes. And this Amazon woman wants Diamond for her collection. As the detective delves deeper into the club's nooks and crannies, he uncovers a truth far more shocking than a dead man. And with it, a secret that could take down much of high society. Affairs, both new and old, collide with cataclysmic results in the next Danny Diamond adventure, Old Flames Never Die.