The Simply Breathtaking Series

Did you know I go by “Agent Clarissa” ?????

It has been such a wonderful week. And every day that passes I am just so, so, so grateful that I meet new and awesome people.  I have been getting wonderful feedback on everything I’ve been doing in the writing and the podcasting world. But one of my biggest highlights that I’ll add to my best moments since publishing,  is the fact I inspired Author Ben Ditmars to write a story about me.

I know how cool.  He had read my books, been on The Melissa Craig & Charity Parkerson Podcast for his own Author Spotlight. We’re friends on Twitter and Facebook. I call him Young Pup as he’s only 24 and I made him believe I own a crocodile in my yard.  Sorry about that Ben…hehe. Yes, Ben is a pure soul with a Bachelor in History (So a lot smarter than me…shhh Don’t tell him that).

He brought me to tears. He rocked my heart.  He wrote a story that was inspired by me and my mysterious background. He called is “Agent Clarissa” and it’s awesome. You have to read it to the end, seriously I  laughed so hard. Thanks for making me smile Ben.

Now read the Story Below. Follow Ben Ditmars on his blog.

OR on Twitter @benditty


Agent Clarissa

This story was inspired by my friend, Melissa Craig and her mysterious background.

Clarissa was an agent for the Australian secret service.  She had spent her whole career infiltrating the mob and now it was ruined by a partner she hadn’t wanted in the first place.  She told the chief up front Mackenzie was no good.  But he didn’t listen.  The men at the station all thought she couldn’t handle herself.  It wasn’t true.  She’d taken on more than any of them had.  Who was at the casino the night Baby Face Cortez was moving the shipment?  Who broke it up?  Who bankrupted the biggest family in Sydney for almost a year?  It was all her: Clarissa Pfeiffer.  But the papers didn’t know and no one gave her credit.  She was undercover.  Glory wasn’t the point of what she did but, damn it, she could use a little.

Now, a gun was pointed straight at her head.  Clarissa wasn’t afraid of death.  She knew it was a part of life, especially in her line of work.  If they wanted to shoot her they would.  There was little she could do to stop them.  It only killed her no one listened.  Men never did; especially back at the department.
She remembered starting out; thinking she could make a difference.  The only place to go was up and Clarissa relished it.  Life was simple and clear-cut.  She didn’t worry over power games, or gender bias as a street cop.  She went wherever Sydney needed her.
Mackenzie stared at her with guilty eyes.  He was crooked.  But he hadn’t always been that way.  Mackenzie had been a good cop at one time or another.  He just let the job get to him; the long hours, the strain on his family.  He started looking for a way out.  That’s how the families turned cops; always offered them a little more than what they had.  On the city’s budget that wasn’t a hard thing to do.
A goon or two approached to disarm Clarissa.  One tried to cop a feel and she gave him a swift elbow to the groin.  He smacked her back across the face but she refused to flinch.  Mackenzie looked sick watching the whole scene.  He cared for her.  They had dated for a short while, before he met his wife, but things didn’t work out.  Their personal relationship started interfering with work and they called it quits.  It was mutual but both kept feelings for each other.  Or at least, Clarissa thought they had…
She was lost in thought and didn’t see one of the other goons come at her.  He grabbed her hair and forced her to a corner.  It was painful but she knew it would be over soon.  The mob didn’t waste time with undercover agents caught in the act.
“Mackenzie tells us, you’re a spy,” said the lead boss, punching her in the stomach.  “That’s good news for him but very bad for you.”
Clarissa coughed up a small amount of blood but refused to give him the satisfaction of begging.  That’s one thing he would never get from her.  She’d seen good cops after they broke; they were never quite the same.  It was one thing to have your body wrecked, but another thing to feel like you’d betrayed a cause you fought for and believed in.
“We’ll let you live.  We only want one, little thing.”  He was holding Clarissa’s cheek up as his goons held her back.  “Tell us the names of the other agents, Mackenzie didn’t know.”
“Eat shit,” replied Clarissa, spitting at his face.  He wiped it off and smirked at her.
“It looks like this one’s going in the river.”
The two goons grabbed her by both arms and led her out the door.  Mackenzie stood watching, hating himself for it.  She had loved him.  But, he couldn’t love her back.  She was too perfect.  Mackenzie needed to feel like he was better.  It was in his nature; why his relationships, especially his marriage, failed.
It was getting to him.  He needed the money.  He needed to get away.  But damn it, the way they were touching her.  It lit a fire inside him.  Those fucking goons, he thought as one forced a kiss on her lips.  She was getting closer to the door that led to the car that drove to the river.
The boss’s holster was within reach.  He wasn’t a careless crime lord.  He just knew a guy like Mackenzie didn’t have the guts to make the move and ninety-nine times out of a hundred he would have been right.  But, not the day they laid their hands on Clarissa.  He was married to someone else but she was his.
Mackenzie grabbed the gun.  In a flash he shot the boss and went running after the two goons.  They were surprised but unshaken.  Clarissa was pushed in the car by one while the other stayed to deal with the rogue informant.
“Give her up and this won’t get ugly,” said Mackenzie.
“The pig’s already headed away.  There’s nothing you can do.  Maybe next time you shouldn’t turn in the girl you’re crushing on.”
“And maybe,” said Clarissa pointing a gun from behind him, “you shouldn’t leave an Aussie secret agent alone with your partner.”
Before he turned around she threw a punch and knocked him out cold.  He would join his partner, already handcuffed in the car.  In the meantime, however, Mackenzie and Clarissa were left to face each other.
“I didn’t think you’d come through,” she said.
“You know me.  I always stick to the plan.”
They didn’t waste more time talking.  Mackenzie ran up to Clarissa and wrapped his arms around her.  She did the same.  It was the moment both had waited for.  Their lips touched and soon more.  The criminals were watching but neither cared.  Clarissa undid Mackenzie’s belt.  He took off her shirt and started working on her bra.  Before long, they had made love in the grass nearby.
“So, what do we do now?”  Mackenzie asked.  Both were staring at the stars.
“I’m done with it.  I hope you are too.  Maybe we can settle down somewhere.”
“What will we do?”
“Oh, I have a few dreams.  I’ve always wanted to write erotica.”
They laughed together; Mackenzie not knowing she was serious.  But she was.  Clarissa had never been more certain.
**********************NOW HOW COOL WAS THAT?**************************
I thought it was so cool. I decided it deserved a cover. I had actually made this cover up for a story I had planned to publish in the future involving a police officer… I know, he’s right about my identity… *wink*…seriously!  But I’m not going to get to that story for a while so I have renamed it, changed the Author name from Melissa Craig to Ben Ditmars and I think it’s very fitting for “Agent Clarissa”.
So Ben if you want to publish this short story, you can use my cover.  This is so Agent Melissa oh sorry Clarissa…Thanks for writing it Ben. I love it when I inspire people to write. 🙂
Enjoy it any way you can!

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