Scorpio’s Sting Now Available

Scorpio’s Sting — Romantic Suspense — is available on Amazon after many hours of editing and a long wait.

This is the fourth book in my Zodiac Series, in which each heroine was born under a different star or zodiac sign and exhibits the traits associated with her sign.

ICE Agent Neelie Nelson and Drew McBain have a habit of meeting in strange circumstances.

Targeted by la Serpiente de Coral Cartel and the most powerful and ruthless drug kingpin in Mexico, Drew reels from heartbreak after catastrophic heartbreak. The desire for revenge festers while he fights to rebuild his life and protect what is his.

Neelie has never been able to forgive her deceased husband for his unmitigated betrayal, and for his lack of forethought that has put her and everyone she cares for in mortal danger.

Anger, fear, and a mutual passion for revenge fan the flames of their smoldering desire and then a desperate situation forces them to act against the cartel. But how can they match its power?

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Drew McBain’s eyes opened wide, and before he could do anything to stop her, a smoking hot blonde filled his arms. “Watch it,” he said.
She jerked her head up and yelped. “Oh no, I’m so sorry.”
“You should look where you’re going.” He held onto her longer than he should have. She smelled good, and he had just groped a delectable, firm breast. “I didn’t mean to . . .”
She ran her tongue over her lower lip, and for a moment their eyes met and held. The sudden intake of breath caught him by surprise.
“I’m sorry, again.” She held up the cell phone she had been checking. “My bad. I’m late for work.”
He released his hold on her, and watched her well-shaped ass until she disappeared into the darkness. Something held him there—some subliminal message that had passed between them compelled him to follow her. He stepped into the shadows. He shouldn’t have allowed her to get away. He rounded the corner to see her climb into her vehicle and slam the door.
“Wait!” he yelled and threw up a hand.
She didn’t hear him.

He stared after her…


This is the prequel to Scorpio’s Sting. It is available FREE at the link below.

Neelie Nelson fears the worst. Her husband has been gone over a year on a dangerous assignment to infiltrate a powerful drug cartel in Mexico. Her hands shake uncontrollably when she unwraps the crystal ball. What will she do if she sees his death? 

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My thanks to my wonderful editor, Caroline Tolley and Soul Mate Publishing.

Scorpio’s Sting — Trish Jackson. The story behind the story

Woohoo! I finally completed the second edit of Scorpio’s Sting and will be able to send it to my editor, Caroline on Monday. I’m thrilled with the way it’s turned out. It’s changed a lot since I first submitted it, but I think with her help, we’ve tied up all the loose ends and filled the holes now.

Scorpio’s Sting is about a Drew McBain’s VMF System, which is designed to help shore up the US borders and stop the human and drug trafficking. The problem Drew comes up against is the fact that the Cartel that does business on the Arizona and California borders doesn’t like the idea of their operations being curbed.

Neelie Nelson is an agent with ICE–Immigration and Customs Enforcement, and she has to handle human trafficking. She and Drew meet in unusual circumstances and find that they have a common goal.

Drew is forced to seek help from the very people he is going to prevent from crossing our borders–the illegal immigrants.

The story came into my mind one afternoon when my friend and co-worker in Young, Arizona received a panicked call from her brother. He had an illegal Mexican working for him, as many people do in Arizona and California. Let’s call him Juan, and he had a big problem. He had paid the drug kingpin to bring his wife over the border. The men who escort illegals are called ‘coyotes’, and the coyote had crossed the border with her, but was now demanding another $3,000.00 or he would abandon her in an undisclosed location in the desert with no water or food. My friend’s brother had to help him find $3,000.00 in a hurry. They were only given 24 hours. As far as I am aware, they were able to scrape up the money and the story had a happy ending, but ever since that day my heart has gone out to those whose story doesn’t end in joy, and that’s what his book is about.

Here’s an excerpt from the first chapter:

Drew McBain’s eyes opened wide, and before he could do anything to stop her, a smoking hot blonde filled his arms. “Watch it!” he said.
“Oh no, I’m so sorry,” she yelped.
“You should look where you’re going.” She smelled good, and he had just groped a delectable, firm breast. “I didn’t mean to . . . ”
She ran her tongue over her lower lip, and for a moment their eyes met. “I’m sorry, again.” She held up the cell phone she had been checking. “My bad.  I’m late for work.”
He released his hold on her, and watched her ass until she disappeared into the darkness. He blew out air, and headed into the Sand Swamp bar, where he had arranged to meet his friend, Dan Lemar after work, for a beer. 
“You missed Neelie,” Dan said. “I told you not to be late.”
Drew slid onto a stool and the bartender pushed an icy mug of beer over the glossy counter to him. He took a long swallow, and stared at the doorway. “She left already?”
“Yup. Special Agent Cornelia Nelson. She’s as hot as a summer revival. If I wasn’t married . . .” Dan ran a hand through his short hair. “You might have even passed her on your way in.”
“I wasn’t really looking at anyone except the blonde who ran into me. What are the odds that would be her? What’s she doing in San Diego anyhow? Doesn’t she live in Arizona?” She didn’t act like she was in law enforcement, but it’s possible that was her.
“Yeah. She’s working undercover here in San Diego on some secret assignment. We often have to work together as you know, and I invited her for a drink.  As it turned out, she couldn’t drink any alcohol because she had to go do whatever it is she does. I was hoping you’d be on time so I could introduce her to you. She had to leave in a hurry.”
“Blond, about so high?” Drew held his hand palm down. “Green eyes?”
Dan nodded. “Yup. That was Neelie.”
“How long’s she gonna be in town?”
Dan grinned. “Let me guess. You want me to arrange another meeting.”
If she’s the blonde, sure. “Can you?” He could still picture every detail of the unexpected incident. The way she looked, the way she smelled, and the delectable hormone-jerking feel of her breast in his hand. He could use more time with her.
“I’ll see what I can do. It’ll depend on her work schedule. How are things going with that contraption you’re manufacturing? With all these kids being sent alone from Mexico across our borders we need it like yesterday. And if it can put a dent in the drug trade that’s an added bonus.”
 Drew nodded. “The federal government is taking the VMF System seriously at last. I’m meeting with a Specialist from the Department of Homeland Security’s Customs and Border Protection Office of Procurement in a couple of weeks.”
“I’ll never understand how the thing works.” Dan took a long drink of his beer.
“It’s not easy to explain the VMF System because there are multiple elements to it. You have to understand quantum physics, and geophysics, not to mention UAV or drone technology.” Drew signaled for more drinks and waited while the bartender poured two draft beers from the taps and slid them over the counter.
“I mean, a virtual mine field. What is that? It sounds like sci-fi to me, or a case of bullshit baffles brains.”
Drew took a sip, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and smiled at Dan’s description. “The Virtual Mine Field is real. Anyone who steps within range of the sensors will get kicked back the way he came.”
“But he won’t get hurt? In other words, it’s not gonna deliver anything close to a fatal jolt of electricity.”
“No. That’s the big selling point. Nobody wants to electrify the fences on the borders because they don’t want a whole bunch of dead people to deal with, like what happens in other parts of the world. And now with the rash of kids . . .This’ll knock them over, but no normal, healthy person will get hurt.”


Coming soon. . . . Still waiting for the final cover from the wonderful artists at Soul Mate Publishing, The one on this page is a temp one I made myself.

Scorpio’s Sting — an excerpt

I’m very happy that Soul Mate Publishing accepted my fourth novel in the Zodiac Series this week. I know it’s good–my best work so far. I posted an excerpt on my website here, and below a different one:

 Drew scrutinized his fellow cell mates. What a ragged group of sorry looking specimens of humanity. Friday night, that’s why it’s so full. Everyone was out drinking. The benches were all taken, and the late-comers had to sit on the concrete floor. He guardedly picked his way through them, careful not to bump into anyone, until he was in a small space of his own. A man puked to the left of him and he moved away. The stink of stale alcohol, vomit and unwashed bodies threatened to overpower him, and he found another space, and swallowed hard to keep the bile down. 

This is a gross injustice. He fingered the wound on his cheek and looked down at his shirt—blood-spattered and dirt-stained, and one sleeve was torn.

His grimace was mistaken for a smile. “Nothin’ to smile about in here.” A short, thickset man stood on his right, with gray, wispy hair and an unkempt salt and pepper beard. The steely blue eyes seemed out of place in the sun-beaten, weathered face. “You been fightin’, too.” the man shook his head disapprovingly. “Name’s Nate,” he held out a hand.

That’s all I need. Some drunk dude wants to be my friend. Can’t he see I’m not in a friendly mood? Reluctantly, he wiped his hand on his pants and took the man’s hand, feeling the steel in his grip.

“Drew. How you doing?”

“Been here before?”


“My third time. Cop recognized me from a previous conviction. Nothing big. They’ll let me go tomorrow so long as I agree to be one of their snitches again. I know the drill.” He paused to allow Drew to speak, but Drew only grunted and turned his head away.

She doesn’t love me anymore. She hates me. Do I still love her? Don’t know the answer. I thought I still had a tiny bit of love for her left, but after what she’s done, I don’t know anymore. How does that happen? How can you love a person so much and then lose it all?

Drew eased himself onto the floor, trying to ignore the pain in his back, joints and muscles—not to mention his face. His head pounded and he wished he could take a couple of Advils. He leaned against the wall with his knees up in front of him. The cold concrete floor numbed his butt.

Nate followed him. He talked a lot. “I was in ‘Nam. EOD. Explosives Ordnance Disposal if you don’t know what that is. Bomb and landmine detection and disposal is what my job description was, but I also learned how to blow things up.

“You don’t wanna know the things went on out there. I seen some real bad things, you know. Children, I seen kids killed by our own men, and women. I burned down the villages of innocents so they’d have nothing to go back to. It was real hard for me to come to terms with, so I used drugs to escape from the reality of it. Hell, the most of us did. Time I was there is all a daze now, but I can’t forget the killin’, can’t forget the wounded, screamin’ for help, their guts spillin’ out in the dirt, and the stink of death, all around. The flies. The fear gnawing at your belly every time you move, couldn’t even take a shit in the bushes without bein’ in fear for your life. Got wounded,” he patted his thigh, “and they brought me back here.

“Wife had found another man, asked for a divorce…” Drew tuned him out. He had to find out more about Escorpio.

The man finally seemed to run out of words. In a low voice, Drew asked him, “Have you ever heard of an underground organization made up of people who want to take the drug cartels down? Its name is something like Escorpio—Scorpio, like the star sign.” He held out his wrist so Nate could see the tattoo. They had taken his watch away when he was booked.

Nate glanced around, and then stared at him with wide eyes. “Don’t be messing with those drug dudes, man,” he whispered quietly, and made the sign of the cross on his chest with his hand. “They’re just as dangerous as the mob. Narcos are all bad. They will kill you in a heartbeat if they find you’ve even been thinking about that. Don’t ask me again. You might have a death wish, but I don’t, and they have ears everywhere.” He held Drew’s gaze until Drew dropped his eyes. 

The question seemed to have changed his attitude and he and curled up on the floor a little way off, and was soon snoring quietly.

Time passed minute by agonizing minute. Most of the others in the cell were either asleep or had passed out. A couple of them were snoring. Drew was almost dozing off, but he jerked awake when he picked up a word in the whispered conversation nearby. He held his breath, ignoring the pounding, throbbing headache.

One of the two Hispanic men was staring at his wrist. At the tattoo. He saw Drew had noticed, and glared at him.

Drew moved closer and leaned in. He whispered in Spanish, “El Escorpion es venenosa y muy peligrosa.” (The scorpion is very dangerous.)

One of the men cursed him under his breath.

“Listen,” Drew whispered in Spanish. “My son was murdered by the Vibora de Coral Cartel. Me igo. Muerte. I want to know more. You see the scorpion tattoo on my wrist, so you know you can confide in me.”

The two men stared at him. One of them glanced around as if to make certain no-one else had heard. “Las paredes.” (The walls.) He covered his face with his hood.

“Tienen oídos,” Drew said under his breath. (Have ears.)

The man whispered through the fabric of his hood, “El doce de Octobre—October 12th.”

Drew heard his name being called from outside the cell. He wished he could talk more with these guys. He dug into his pants pocket and found a crumpled piece of one of his business cards. It had his name and the business’ name on it. He threw it at the feet of the two men, and then pushed his way to the front of the cell.

They loaded him and several others into a van, and placed them in a small holding cell at the court house, where his attorney found him.

“Brian, I’m sorry.”

Brian screwed up his forehead and peered at Drew’s face. “What’s going on, Drew? What’s with all the damage to your face? And the blood on your shirt and all over. You’re a mess, man. What did you do to Wendy? I can’t believe it.”

Turmoil. The fortune teller—Neelie—said everything would get screwed up. What is she? Some kind of witch, and she’s put a spell on me?

“Drew, are you listening?”
“Sorry, Brian. I didn’t get any sleep last night.”
(To be continued in the book)
Copyright (C) Trish Jackson, 2016 

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Vote for Scorpio’s Sting on Kindle Scout

Woohoo my newest story is finally ready to be published! I entered it into Kindle Scout and if I get enough votes, Amazon will publish it. So please would you guys click on the link below.

You’ll be able to read the first few chapters, and then vote if you think it deserves your support. This story is more of a suspense thriller with romantic elements than pure romantic suspense. Here’s the low down:
Is revenge really sweet–or totally crazy?
Scorpios are passionate lovers. Drawn together by strange circumstances, Drew McBain and Neelie Nelson’s hypnotic personalities and magnetic intensity make for an intense and profound relationship. They find themselves with a common goal when the la Vibora de Coral Cartel causes unforgivable harm to their loved ones. Ferocious anger and a brooding and passionate desire for revenge draws them together, but how can one man and one woman take down the most powerful and malicious cartel in Mexico?

I will owe you if you vote, so if you are an author I’ll be happy to promote your work in social media in return. Just let me know how I can reciprocate.
If you’re a reader, I’ll give you a free download of my psych thriller novelette, Sheer Panic.

Thank you, thank you, thank  you!