Who is murdering the Eastern States Football League officials in Vanmer, Pennsylvania? And why is the killer using Vanmer Vipers’ helmets as murder weapons? Johnny Knight, photojournalist for the Independent, takes on one of the most dangerous jobs and responsibilities he has ever attempted. As he begins to unravel clues about the Helmet Killer murders, he uncovers a gambling ring involving numerous Viper players and a real estate mogul with a town full of secrets. And what about the missing money from the first victim, a whopping nine hundred thousand dollars? Is a Viper footballer paying off his steep gambling debts by murdering well-to-do officials? Along the way, Johnny falls in love with two very attractive and different men -- the sexy owner of McMuscles Gym, Matthew McDestin, and the jockish running back for the Vanmer Vipers, Beckley Roarke. Both have a piece of Johnny's heart, and both really don't want to share Johnny. So what's a detective to do when he's seeing two hotties at the same time? Can Johnny piece together the puzzle of murder and bring the Helmet Killer to justice, putting Vanmer at peace again?

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I felt weak against him, passion-driven, and more sober than I realized. Kissing Beckley was like entering a fog-covered dream with knights, castles, and dragons. I became lost in that distant, fairytale world, and knew that he was a prince, attracted to me without limitations.


Within seconds my shirt was removed and dropped to the floor. Beckley scaled my chest with his mouth, covering all of its rippled muscles and toned curves. As if he were on a mission, something planned long in advance, he fell to his knees, unbuckled my jeans, and pulled my denim and underwear down to my ankles. Before I knew what was happening between us, my dick was inside his mouth and down the back of his throat, enjoying sex with the running back.


Chapter 22