The Story Behind Romantic Suspense Phish NET Stalkings b y Denise Robbins

The Story Behind Phish NET Stalkings

By Denise Robbins

Have you ever received an e-card or a link in your email from someone you don’t know? What about those emails supposedly coming from your bank? Are they safe?

By now, I hope that all of you know that you should never click on emails from people you don’t know, including from your own bank. Even the emails from your friends that come in with just a link are not safe. They more than likely have malware attached to them. Malware stands for malicious software.

My story idea for Phish NET Stalkings came from all those nasty little emails we receive on a daily basis that cause us great headaches if we click on them. I for one have experienced these things. Phishing is where the creator of the nasty malware writes the code so they can get information about you.

I actually have received an e-card in my email thinking it was from a friend. Of course, I clicked on it! Why wouldn’t I, right? WRONG!

Depending on what the malware is it could have downloaded a virus to my machine and corrupted my laptop. Ick! It could have downloaded something that tracked the keystrokes that I click on my keyboard, which would allow it to see what I type into my usernames and passwords. It could be as simple as invading my email applications and stealing all the emails from my address book, where it would then turn around and send emails to all those people.

The email hack is exactly what I experienced. All of a sudden I received a tone of emails from friends and even newspaper folks that I previously sent press releases to letting me know that I was hacked. Yes, I got it all cleaned up and I am much more careful than I ever was before.

Take it from me and from my heroine of Phish NET Stalkings, beware of emails with links. Don’t click on them. If the email is not address to you personally that is a dead giveaway. If the email has typos in it that is a HUGE giveaway that it is garbage. Honestly, just don’t click on ANY links.

Don’t let all those phishing scams get lucky with you. Don’t get hooked!


High-tech becomes high-risk in Denise Robbins’ novels. The New Hampshire based author uses two decades of experience in computers to explore the killer possibilities in technology. Denise integrates her knowledge of computers and technology along with secrets, intrigue, suspense, and even a little romance into all of her techno-romantic thriller novels. Readers and reviewers agree Denise writes stories that will keep you at the edge of your seat and clamoring for more.

Her latest book is Phish NET Stalkings.

You can visit her website at


All she wanted was to find love. Was that too much to ask? How difficult could it be to find one man, the perfect man for her?

After dating the losers of the century, Jane decides there has to be a better way. She turns to an online dating service. After all, they guarantee a ‘happily ever after’ or your money back.

Jane East, CEO of Not-So- Plain- Jane’s organic cosmetics wants to fall in love with a man who makes her toes curl when he kisses her. Unfortunately, the one man who makes her toes curl also wears ladies’ pink underwear and a badge. The pink underwear she could probably deal with, but the badge is a different story.

Ever since seeing her mother and granny Pearl murdered by men with badges, Jane has a fear of cops and anyone who carries a badge. Especially, because the killers are still on the loose and searching for her.

Former FBI Cybercrime special agent turned small-town Chief of Police, Cooper Chance, gets caught with his pants down and his family jewels tucked in pink ladies’ underwear with lacy frills when he meets the woman of his dreams. That’s not his only issue. The woman has a fear of cops. If he can get past her guard, maybe he can save her life.


Cooper went into his office, shut the door, and closed the blinds. “No way can I pull this off,” he protested holding up the leather skirt and heels. He stripped down to his skivvies and slid into the black leather skirt. “No way!” His damn boxers hung too low, below the skirt hem.

“Shit,” he growled and raked fingers through his hair. Just listen to him, he already sounded like a girl talking about hems.

“That’s why we included the ladies’ panties,” someone shouted back. Muffled chuckling rumbled behind his locked office door.

He riffled through the pile and found a pair of bright pink panties with ruffles and the tags still on them. “You’ve got to be kidding!”

The raucous laughter and low snickering that met his complaint burned his ass. What made him think that becoming the Chief of Police of a small town would be simple, easy? He must have been nuts. At least if he had been in a big city, like New York, Boston, or Minneapolis, he might not have felt so ridiculous. He would have fit in with any number of transgenders who walked the street. But here, in Manchester, New Hampshire he would stick out like a wolf in a pack of cats.

“Do women really wear this kind of underwear?”

“Panties,” one of the men shouted from the outer office.

“Panties,” he grumbled out the corner of his mouth. He held the silky material and eyed it with caution half expecting his men to supply him with a thong. Air wheezed out of his lungs when he saw that there was material on all sides and not some tiny strip that would ride up his ass. Just the thought of it made his shoulders shiver.

Before he lost his nerve, Cooper stripped off his cotton boxers and stuffed his beefy legs into the pink panties. When the underwear reached halfway up his thighs, he heard a popping noise. He glanced down and saw the elastic in the leg holes had ripped apart. “Not one size fits all, are they?”


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