Time Share Affair

This is Geno Vincenzo's third detective novel.

This personalized novel opens in a wintry Detroit where our couple, owners of the Gal and Guy Private Eye Agency, have just settled a bizarre divorce case. To celebrate, they set their sights on a well-deserved, romantic week at a Florida time-share resort. Little do they know that their warm-weather escape is being closely monitored by a trio of numb-skulled nemeses, who will stop at nothing to garner revenge for a past encounter with the detective duo.
    After maneuvering through the typically aggravating check-in process at Orange Grove Resort, the couple settle in, but soon their romantic getaway evolves into a hornet’s nest of events and characters: a long-legged, lascivious assassin, a dashing foreign emissary and bumbling buffoons. All combine, entrapping the private eyes in a dangerous cycle of intrigue, attempted murder and vengeance, as well as intimacy, love and lust.

Time Share Affair is available in paperback and hardback versions.
Options for Time Share Affair
Paperback $49.95 Order
Paperback w/ Photo $74.95 Order
Hardback $94.95 Order
Hardback w/Photo $119.95 Order
eBook $39.95 Order
eBook w/Photo $64.95 Order

WILD excerpt

All excerpts in this column are done in the "WILD" version. Examples of personalization are in pink, such as man's and woman's names, cologne, eye color, etc.
The following scene takes place after a rough encounter with an assailant that put both John and Ann on the defense:

     “That sound was almost as bad as fingernails on a chalkboard,” said John, coming out of his crouch and relaxing his arms.
     “What about fingernails — mine — racing down your naked back?” asked Ann in a sexy whisper, her beautiful blue eyes sending a familiar invitation received and understood by John.
     “What a naughty-but-nice thought,” said John with a twinkle in his bedroom brown eyes, “but you really had to stretch for that segue.”
     “I thought you liked it when I stretch,” purred Ann, who had placed her hand on John’s behind as they began to climb the stairs.
     “Is there something you want, or are you just teasing me into needing a cold shower?” said John.
     “I told you, ‘you owe me big time,’ didn’t I?” remarked Ann as they approached the door to their condo. She noticed Kurrier’s door was slightly ajar, but ignored it and followed John into their unit.
     Once inside, John ran for the bedroom and closed himself in the closet. He wanted the same thing she did, but decided to make a game of it.
     “Come out. Come out, wherever you are,” teased Ann, who had entered the bedroom and was now standing in front of the closet, near the bed. She had already stripped down to her red bra and matching lace panties, but kept on her four-inch mules to save the time it would take her to put them back on, at his request.
     “Go away!” said John, his voice muffled by the closet’s cramped space. “I can’t come out to play; I’m being punished for looking at someone’s legs.”
     “Oh, Darling, I want you to come in to play, and I promise to punish you in a way you’ll never forget.”
     John hit his head on the closet door as he hurriedly undressed. He could hear Ann giggle at his mishap; he emerged wearing only his bulging underwear.
     “Oh, good,” said Ann. “Now I have somewhere to hang my bra.”
     “It’s not a hanger,” protested John.
     “Sometimes it is,” countered Ann.
     They embraced and kissed, occasionally withdrawing their heads to gaze into each other’s eyes. Ann stroked John’s cheek with the back of her hand as he ran his fingers through her long blonde hair.
     He took a full whiff of her signature fragrance: Tresor, which made his head swoon and flamed his desire. Deftly he removed Ann’s bra and caressed her breasts as she backed slowly to the bed and slid slowly out of her panties; John took longer to remove his shorts because of his obvious state of arousal.
    They lay side-by-side, naked on the bed and professed their love with tender words and tender touches. At this moment, there was no other place to be, no other thing to do, anyone else or any other thing to think about. There was no missing Yorkville or wondering about how the red Corvette was was doing back at Pittsburgh International, no thinking of Kaufmann’s nor Wheeling Steel, no thoughts of Jodee nor Steve. All that mattered right now was them, safe in each other’s arms.

MILD excerpt

All excerpts in this column are done in the "MILD" version. Examples of personalization are in pink, such as man's and woman's names, cologne, eye color, etc.
The following scene takes place after a rough encounter with an assailant that put both John and Ann on the defense:

     “That sound was almost as bad as fingernails on a chalkboard,” said John, coming out of his crouch and relaxing his arms.
     “What about fingernails — mine — racing down your naked back?” asked Ann in a sexy whisper, her beautiful blue eyes sending a familiar invitation received and understood by John.
     “What a naughty-but-nice thought,” said John with a twinkle in his bedroom brown eyes, “but you really had to stretch for that segue.”
     “I thought you liked it when I stretch,” purred Ann, who had placed her hand on John’s hip as they began to climb the stairs.
     “Is there something you want, or are you just teasing me into needing a cold shower?” said John.
     “I told you, ‘you owe me big time,’ didn’t I?” remarked Ann as they approached the door to their condo. She noticed Kurrier’s door was slightly ajar, but ignored it and followed John into their unit.
     Once inside, John ran for the bedroom and closed himself in the closet. He wanted the same thing she did, but decided to make a game of it.      “Come out. Come out, wherever you are,” teased Ann, who had entered the bedroom and was now standing in front of the closet, near the bed. She had already changed into her red lingerie, but kept on her four-inch mules to save the time it would take her to put them back on, at his request.
     “Go away!” said John, his voice muffled by the closet’s cramped space. “I can’t come out to play; I’m being punished for looking at someone’s legs.”
     “Oh, Darling, I want you to come in to play, and I promise to punish you in a way you’ll never forget.”
     John hit his head on the closet door as he hurriedly rushed into the bedroom. He could hear Ann giggle at his mishap, but wasted no time moving to take her into his arms.
     They embraced and kissed, occasionally withdrawing their heads to gaze into each other’s eyes. Ann stroked John’s cheek with the back of her hand as he ran his fingers through her long blonde hair.
     He took a full whiff of her signature fragrance: Tresor, which made his head swoon and flamed his desire. Deftly he swooped her into his arms, saying, “You are my world. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
     Ann looked into his bedroom brown eyes and said, “I feel the same way about you. Come with me.” She led him to the bed and sat down, patting the mattress.
     They lay side-by-side, snuggling on the bed and professed their love with tender words and tender touches. At this moment, there was no other place to be, no other thing to do, anyone else or any other thing to think about. There was no missing Yorkville or wondering about how the red Corvette was doing back at Pittsburgh International, no thinking of Kaufmann’s nor Wheeling Steel, no thoughts of Jodee nor Steve. All that mattered right now was them, safe in each other’s arms.