Law Inc. Cassandra Marcella Mystery


Law. Inc. A Cassandra Marcella Mystery Series

Law Inc. A Cassandra Marcella Mystery Series is a continuing series; each book a new case for the badass, New York attorney, Ms. Marcella. That said, it’s a good idea to read them in order to appreciate the ongoing development of main characters. At the ending of each book there will be an introduction to the next. I hope you enjoy this new series written in TL style, (moments of LOL and tears) as much as I enjoy writing it. TL

Cole Ryder, Dominate extraordinaire, is accused of murdering his submissive in his playroom. As evidence begins to build-up against him, he needs on of the best criminal attorney in NYC, Cassandra Marcella. Unfortunately for him, he’s accused of the one crime she won’t defend.

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I couldn’t believe it. Me, Cole Ryder, the control freak, the guy who sorts his socks by type, color, texture, material, pattern…. You get the picture. The guy who from preschool to present day has never painted outside the lines. That guy was charged with murder. I was innocent, of course, but things didn’t look good. In fact, things looked very bad. I had an attorney, several of them, but none who practiced criminal law.

Everyone says, “She is the best. The go-to attorney when cases seemed stacked against the accused.” In other words, when your shit had already hit the fan, and you’re down to those two small squares of toilet paper glued to the roll.

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My name is Cassandra Marcella; I’m a criminal law attorney in the state of New York. Some might say I’m a badass, ball-busting, controlling bitch. And that would be the some whom I’d consider my friends.



Between a Rocker and a Hard Place

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“Ms. Marcella, this is Morning Star. Yes, that Morning Star, the rock star. God, that always sounds so fucking stupid. My parents were definitely tripping when they named me, and most likely when I was conceived. I’m sure you’re aware of my situation, with my pictures on the cover of every rag, and everybody talking about me as if I were their friggin’ sister’s cousin. I know what everyone is saying about me. And I know it sounds bad, but it’s not true, I didn’t kill my husband. I’m not sayin’ I didn’t want to. He was a lying, cheating, money-whoring bastard, but I didn’t kill him. Why would I? I was having too much fun tormenting him. They said I was higher than a kite, and I was. But the thing is, I don’t do drugs. I know that sounds like an oxymoron coming from a rock star, but it’s true. Both my rocker parents OD’d, and I promised myself a long time ago I wouldn’t end up like them. Someone drugged me, Ms. Marcella. Someone drugged me and set me up. My attorney told me to take a plea, first-degree manslaughter. He said it’s the best deal I will get. I’m guilty of a lot of things but not murder. I’m not taking a plea. I’ve fired my attorney. And now I’m asking for your help. I’m out on bail; they let me leave New York to come back home, to take care of some business. I’m scared, Ms. Marcella, and I just found out… God, I just took a pregnancy test, I’m pregnant. Please, I beg you, and I never beg. I’m at my Malibu residence, 310-877-6183. Please call me at any time.”

Coming 2016





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