Danny Diamond Erotic Mysteries

When your partner is murdered, you’re supposed to do something about it—even if he is a useless drunk. But for private detective Danny Diamond, it’s a little more complicated than that. He’s been sleeping with his partner’s wife. The womanizing detective is a ready-made fall guy for the murder. To make matters worse, the new widow thinks they’re an item now. His secretary is full of “I told you so’s,” the police are knocking on his door, and a vicious pornographer is convinced Diamond has a set of negatives he’s never even heard of.

Betty Robinson loves her job. As a maid at the upscale Hollywood Madison Hotel, she rubs elbows with some of the wealthiest and most attractive people in 1940s L.A. Never mind the fact they only see “the help” when they look at her. She still has her fun, indulging her fantasies in their empty hotel rooms while the rich and famous are out on the town. The valuables that happen to grow legs and walk out with her are just the icing on the cake. Still flush from a prior case, Danny Diamond takes on a consulting gig with the Madison Hotel as a favor for an old friend. The ask?

Eileen Jacobsen has seen her share of tawdry cases. As secretary for the womanizing detective Danny Diamond, it goes with the territory. But she’s always experienced them from the sidelines. That is, until her boss approaches her with a case all her own. It’s supposed to be a milk run. A rich, eccentric widow has lost her favorite cat, and the detective agency is hired to find out where he ran off to. Eileen quickly learns the wayward feline is with a relative in San Francisco and convinces Diamond to take a jaunt with her up to the City by the Bay to retrieve him.