Passionate about writing dark, psychological thrillers, his work includes Broken Bones, a collection of his short stories, The Samuel Elijah Johnson series, including Redemption, Temptation, and Confession, the horror Satanarium, co-authored with Poppet and published by Wild Wolf Publishing.
Don’t think he lacks diversity as, last year, Stray Ally (for dog lovers) was published March 4th by Tirgearr Publishing and an erotic thriller novella, One Night in Boise, part of the “City Nights” series also by Tirgearr Publishing, is available now.
Mr. Lambert began his writing life at a young age, penning the as yet unpublished George and the Giant Castle at age six. He grew up in southern Idaho, and after many adventures including a short stint in the US Army and a diverse education, Troy returned to Boise, Idaho where he works as a freelance writer, analyst, and editor. He lives in Boise, Idaho with his son and fiance.
Troy enjoys the outdoors as an active skier, cyclist, hiker, angler, hunter, and a terrible beginning golfer.
Author Website: www.troylambertwrites.com
Amazon Author page: amazon.com/Troy-Lambert
Linkedin: Troy Lambert
One Night in Boise
Detective Derek Marshek and his wife Cheri like to play games. It’s not that they don’t have a great sex life, but Cheri came up with the idea to keep things even spicier. Suddenly, events at the Seven Bells Motel reveal she may have had other motives.
Their son Alex, now in college and seeking to escape the shadow of his father has a new girlfriend. In their efforts to find privacy, he is drawn back into his parents’ lives, and sees a new side of Susie. Could she be the one?
On this night in Boise, will lives be ruined, hearts be broken? One thing is certain. It’s a dangerous game they all play.
Blissemas in Boise
By Troy Lambert
Snow fell, spinning in lazy circles as it drifted toward the already snow covered ground.
Even though it was only just after six in the evening, it was dark already in Boise, Idaho, and the street lights created an eerie glow, each giant snow flake reflecting a glimpse of silver. In the distance a church bell rang.
Derek shivered, and looked up at the house. His wife waited inside, and he wished the snow and the beautiful scene could erase the day he’d had before he went in. Working as a detective in homicide meant some really rough days, but the holidays made it worse.
Most of the bodies were either suicides, or the victims of family violence, an old or new feud often rekindled by no more than proximity brought on by obligation. With a small sigh, he mounted the steps, removing his gloves just before he reached out and turned the doorknob.
Candlelight lit the entryway, and the smell of dinner, something earthy mixed with garlic, reached his nose.
“Cheri?” he called out. No answer came.
Removing his coat and hanging it on the rack, he proceeded into the living room, and stopped in his tracks.
Cheri lay on the couch, a smile on her face, wearing just a red, fur tipped bra and matching panties.
“Hi. honey,” she said. “Get over here.”
Derek smiled. “Is it Christmas already?”
“Is this my present?”
“No, but you might find it.”
He slid down next to her on the couch. “Oh yeah?”
“Yeah,” she whispered, her arms reaching up to circle his neck, her lips meeting his.
His head spun as the kiss deepened. His hands found the bare small of her back, and hers slid down to find the buttons of his shirt. What seemed like only a moment later, it was undone and sliding to the floor.
Her hands tugged at his belt. “Take these off.”
He didn’t want to let her go, but he had too. She folded her legs under her as he stood, removing his trousers and letting them drop to the floor. Change clattered from the pockets onto the hardwood ad she laughed. “You and your change.”
“There are probably a couple of receipts in there too. Want me to empty the pockets?”
“No. Take off the rest.” She gestured, and he obeyed, finding himself naked on the sofa.
A moment later she straddled him, and he felt her wetness against his hard cock. It twitched, and he looked her over.
She was more beautiful every year they were married, at least in his eyes. “You like what you see?” she asked.
“You know I do.”
“Then give it to me.”
His hardness twitched at her words, and she smiled, clearly feeling it against her panties.
Reaching down, she slid them aside, letting him enter her. He slid gently inside, letting her guide him and set the pace. Clearly ready, she didn’t waste any time.
She started rocking on him, slowly at first, but immediately moved faster, closing her eyes.
A moan escaped her lips as he gripped her hips, moving his arms with the speed she set. He felt himself already ready to explode, but he held back, hearing his own voice joining the moans filling the room. Lights from the tree shone through her red hair as she tossed her hair back.
“Derek,” she groaned, breathless. She said his name over and over.
He felt himself building as she moved faster.
Just then she screamed, and he knew it was okay. He let himself go, and the world went first gray and then his vision narrowed to a tunnel. He heard the noises of their lovemaking from a distance, caught up in their pleasure.
Moments later, they lay in each other’s arms, exhausted.
“I love you Cheri,” he said.
“I love you too,” she whispered. “Merry Christmas.”
Derek drifted into sleep, and didn’t dream.