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Ghosts of Alcatraz

Ghosts of AlcatrazWilde City Press, LLC
Genre: Paranormal, M/M
eISBN: 978-1-925031-07-2
Book Length: Novel
Release Date (Re-release): May 1, 2013

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Love is a powerful force. Unparalleled, unpredictable and often unforeseen. Yet it can surface in the most dangerous of situations. 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.

As 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. But what he didn’t count on is falling—and falling hard—for the smaller man with the heart of a lion. The question is: will their love survive against the ghosts of Alcatraz?

CONTENT ADVISORIES: This title contains extreme violence, gore, and horror elements. This book is a re-release title. NO substatial changes have been made to this book since the last release.


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After reviewing the security footage once more, Jensen tossed his pen onto the desk and reached for a cinnamon disk. After unwrapping the cellophane he put the pacifier into his mouth. What the hell was going on in his prison? According to the scene he watched over and over again, Grimes had been sound asleep when he suddenly sat straight up and screamed. He appeared frightened, yelling at an unseen object. Moments later Grimes’s body jerked several times before turning back to the overhead camera, mounted above the acrylic ceiling. With a smile on his face, Grimes stopped screaming and began tearing his own body apart, opening veins with his bare hands. The first limb to be removed had been his left leg, quickly followed by the right.

Jensen knew it wasn’t a matter of Grimes going crazy. No human could do to himself what prisoner 1597832 had done. Not only did the thin man not have the strength, but long after the blood had pumped from his body, Grimes continued to…disassemble himself, laughing maniacally.

The WPU suggested some kind of mind control, but Jensen had his own theories. He’d never been the kind of person to believe in supernatural stuff. Ghosts, possessions, hell, even tarot cards were things he thought were bullshit, but what else would explain what was happening within the walls of Alcatraz? No way could a man tear himself apart even under mind control. There was definitely something more sinister at play in the prison. He picked up the phone and called Fisher Marx. Fisher was not only his friend, but the man in charge of the WPU.

After several rings, the phone was picked up. “Marx,” replied the deep gruff voice.

“Fisher, it’s Jensen.”

“I just got off the phone with Brandon,” Fisher replied, not missing a beat. “He said you’d had another death, this one more gruesome than the others.”

“Yeah, he wasn’t exaggerating. Listen, I have a theory and I know you’re going to think I’ve gone completely off the deep end, but hear me out.”


Jensen began idly scribbling the names of the seventeen dead men on a sheet of paper as he continued to work through his theory. “Have you ever read anything about Alcatraz?”

“The specs. I had to approve the design.”

“No. Not the new Alcatraz, the old Alcatraz. This place housed a huge number of cutthroat murderers. A lot of people died here in violent ways.” Jensen closed his eyes. He couldn’t believe what he was about to suggest to his friend and boss. “What if, when we gutted the prison, we disturbed a few of the lingering spirits?”

“Ghosts? Are you kidding me?”

Jensen sighed. “No. I know it sounds crazy, but so are these deaths. The prisoners are cybercriminals. Most of them were dragged out of their mom’s basements, for Christ’s sake. They aren’t violent offenders. Yet every one of the deaths has been violent. I think we’re dealing with something none of us are equipped to deal with.”

“Spit it out, Jensen. What are you asking me for?”

“I want to bring in a parapsychologist,” Jensen admitted.

“A ghost hunter? You can’t be serious.”

“I am. I’ll stay out of the WPU’s investigation, if you let me head my own, using a parapsychologist.” Jensen held his breath as the silence stretched.

“Dr. Brian Phipps.”

“Excuse me?” Jensen questioned.

“If you really want to pursue this, there’s only one man I’d trust, and that’s Brian Phipps. I’ll give him a call.” Fisher cleared his throat. Jensen knew he was about to be issued a warning; it was classic Fisher. “If this gets out, the media will have a field day. As far as everyone else is concerned, Phipps is your longtime lover.”

Despite that he was, and had always been, openly gay, the cover shocked him. “What? And I’m just supposed to traipse my lover around the prison?”

Fisher blew out an exasperated breath. “Hell, I don’t know. Tell the guards he’s an investigator. You don’t have to go into specifics about the kinds of things he investigates. All I know is that I’ll have a civilian in the prison that needs to be protected. Can you think of a safer place than by your side the entire time? If he’s introduced as your lover, the guards won’t question why he’s staying in your house with you instead of in the dorms with them. He’ll need to sleep in your house. I’m not kidding when I say this can’t go any further than the three of us. I’d become a laughingstock, and you’d end up unemployed.”

“Fine. Call Phipps. If he agrees, give him my number, and I’ll work out the details.” Jensen hung up and threw his pen across the room. Although being gay no longer carried the stigma it once did, having a lover move in with him would probably stir up the guards. He would definitely have to also give them a plausible reason why his lover was allowed on the island while theirs weren’t.

Shit. He hadn’t even considered what Dr. Phipps would think of the arrangement. Maybe all the worrying was needless. All Phipps had to do was say no to the ruse and Jensen would once again be up shit creek. Jensen shook his head. He couldn’t control what Phipps agreed with or not. All he could do was come up with a plausible reason for the parapsychologist to be on the island.

Jensen picked up a different pen and resumed his scribbling, trying to come up with another good reason for Phipps to be given access to the entire prison. He could tell the guards Phipps was a security specialist, sent by WPU to live on the premises. If he did that, he wouldn’t have to go the whole lover angle, but of course, that wouldn’t explain why Phipps was living in the warden’s house.

Jensen turned to his computer screen. “Computer. Photo of Dr. Brian Phipps, parapsychologist,” he stated. The screen came alive with images of Phipps. “You’ve been a busy man,” Jensen mumbled, reading various newspaper reports involving Phipps.

More than the array of cases the investigator had been involved in, Jensen was impressed by the image of the man himself. He looked similar to half the inmates Alcatraz housed—small, wiry, and smart. Jensen scanned through the photos until he reached a close-up. His cock stirred at the emerald green eyes staring back at him. Damn, he’d always had a thing for green eyes. The fact that Phipps’s emerald beauties seemed to sparkle with untapped passion only made Jensen’s cock harder. He pictured that small, compact body underneath him. Jensen groaned at the image of the two of them together. Their contrasting sizes would be hot as fuck.

The thought of one of the guards making advances on Phipps didn’t set well with Jensen. Not only did he need to worry about the guards, but the damn inmates as well. Maybe pretending to be Phipps’s lover wasn’t such a bad idea. At least he’d be safe from unwanted advances.

Jensen chuckled. Who the hell am I kidding? I want Phipps in my bed as much as anyone. It had been months since he’d been to the mainland to scratch his particular brand of itch. First he needed to find out if Phipps even swung his way. If he did, Jensen had little doubt he could persuade Brian into his bed. Further research proved fruitful. Phipps was one of more than twenty percent of the male population who had come out of the closet once the world governments had passed their respective Equality for All Acts.

After entering his private restroom, Jensen surveyed himself in the mirror. He had a feeling Brian Phipps would be calling him on the video phone. It was something he’d do in Phipps’s place had their positions been reversed.

Jensen combed his dark brown hair, noticing it was quickly becoming more gray than brown. At forty-two a man’s hair may show his age, but his body didn’t have to. After a twenty-year career in the military, Jensen still kept his body in prime condition. He studied his physique in the mirror. He didn’t look like a bodybuilder by any means, but his muscle mass was definitely something he took pride in. He ran a hand over his rock-hard washboard abdomen. Did Phipps get off on muscles the way some of the men Jensen had been with did? Hell, did Phipps even like muscled guys like him, or was the parapsychologist into the more intellectual type of man? He thought about it for a few seconds and smiled. Yeah, just looking at his pictures, Jensen knew he was Phipps’s kind of guy.

A beeping from his office caught his attention. With one last look at himself, he strode back to his desk and pressed the video monitor. The gorgeous thirty-three-year-old man appeared on screen. “Hello, Warden Black?”

Jensen grinned. “Call me Jensen, Dr. Phipps.”

Phipps smiled, revealing deep dimples in both cheeks that hadn’t shown up on the photos. Jensen noticed the seductive fan of Phipps’s dark lashes as they swept playfully over his image on the screen. “I’ll call you Jensen if you call me Brian.”

“Deal.” Jensen had a good feeling about this already. He’d been around enough to know when someone was sexually attracted to him, and by the way Brian was already looking at him, Jensen knew Phipps would be in his bed in a matter of hours.

“So, Fisher Marx said you’d come up with some sort of cover for me?”

Jensen hated to be the one to tell Phipps they’d need to pretend they were lovers. Why hadn’t his old buddy at least taken care of that much?

“Yeah, but I’m not sure you’re going to like it. The main thing is keeping you safe. The only way of assuring I can do that is by keeping you close to me while you’re on the island.” Jensen paused, trying to gather his thoughts.

“And?” Brian prompted.

“We need to be lovers.”

“Excuse me?”

“Well, at least the guards and inmates need to think we’re lovers,” Jensen quickly added.

“And because we’re lovers people won’t question why I’m traipsing around the prison at all hours of the day and night?”

Jensen realized he hadn’t spelled out the entire cover. He smacked his head with his hand. “No, sorry. We’ll tell them I brought you in as a security specialist who happens to work for the WPU. As freaked-out as everyone is over the deaths, I think they’ll welcome someone coming in to get to the bottom of the murders. The…uh…lover part is simply to keep you close to me and safe. Besides, I figured you’d want at least a little privacy to do your research.”

Jensen watched as Brian began to chew on his lower lip. Jensen’s cock hardened under the desk as his eyes zeroed in on the tortured lip. What did that plump little beauty taste like?

“And this is just for show, right?”

“Uh, yeah, sure.” Jensen reached down and massaged his erection. At least in the beginning.

Brian exhaled and ran a hand through the silkiest-looking black curls Jensen had ever seen. “Okay.”

Jensen wanted to pump his arms in the air. Instead he kneaded his cock once more. “I’ll call Fisher and have your new credentials waiting for you at the tarmac.”

Brian nodded and signed off.

Jensen sat back in his chair, the image of Brian burned into his brain. If nothing else, spending time around the man would be enough to fuel his jerk-off sessions for the next year or so.