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Connor Bannon is supposed to be dead. Dishonorably discharged from the Navy SEALs, he’s spent the last two years working as a street enforcer in Brooklyn for his cousin’s crime ring. Through a twist of fate, he’s now in Chicago, working undercover to bust criminals. But when a cute little arsonist joins the team-all combat boots, tiny jean shorts, and hot-pink hair-Connor’s notorious iron control slips.
Erin “she’s getting away” O’Dea knows two things. She hates authority. And… Nope, that’s it. When she’s forced to operate on the “right” side of the law, her fear of being confined and controlled blazes to the surface. The last thing she expects is a control freak like Connor to soothe her when she needs it most. Worse, something behind the sexy ex-soldier’s eyes ignites a dangerous inferno of desire. One that invites Erin to play with fire. And one that could get them both killed…
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Connor broke away, allowing them both to suck in oxygen. “Stay. I’m sorry. Stay.” He bent his knees to bring them eye to eye. His spoke of torture, but he was trying to hide it. “Look at me. I can handle this. I want you here. Don’t leave.”
“I don’t know if I can handle it,” she whispered.
His heavy breaths ceased. “What do you mean?”
She drew out a lighter from her back pocket and ignited the flame. It cleared her head a little, allowing her to search for the right words. Words that wouldn’t sound crazy. “I like touching you. It makes me feel really…good. And there isn’t a whole lot that makes me feel good, you know?” Her throat closed up. “I wish you could touch me, too. I don’t think I can stay here knowing I’m hurting you by making myself feel good…and I don’t think I can stop touching you. It feels like a must.”
A flare of panic flashed across his face. “I shouldn’t have said what I did earlier. You just caught me off guard.” He massaged his forehead with four fingers. “Did I scare you? Is that why you’re really leaving?”
“No.” She shook her head. “No.”
“Okay. Jesus. Okay.” He was silent a moment, but gears were turning behind his eyes. “You need to touch me and I need you to stay. Let’s give each other what we need. All right?”
Why was this so damn confusing? She’d only met this man yesterday and they were already tangled up in her web of fucked-up issues. He should want to be clear of her, shouldn’t he? No one else had ever bothered with her this long before. “Why? Why do you need me to stay? I—”
“I won’t rest,” he growled. “I’ll think about you somewhere, scared like you were last night, and I’ll go fucking crazy.”
Her heart lurched, dislodging her pride. “I’ve been taking care of myself for a long time. If the only reason you want me here is to play nursemaid to the crazy girl, that’s not going to work for me.”
“You know there’s more to it. You know.” He visibly centered himself with a deep breath, appearing to debate with himself. “I’ve got my own skeletons, Erin. They don’t rattle so much when you’re around. Your touching me…it makes me hot. But it soothes elsewhere.”
She knew her expression was pathetically hopeful, but couldn’t find a single shit to give. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” he repeated. “I’m not going to lie, Erin. Yes, I want to sleep with you like hell. But only if it’s healthy. Would you trust me enough to go slow? A little at a time?”
Her pulse hammered out of control. “You touching me?”
Connor watched her closely. “When you’re ready. Not before. Never before.”
This is where she should climb down the fire escape and vamoose toward the street. A weight pressed down on her rib cage, making it difficult to draw a breath. It felt like the point of no return. But Connor’s eyes grounded her.
Safe. He’s safe.
“Okay, baby. Slow.”
His body drained of tension. “Thank you.” He leaned in and brushed their lips together, gently, reverently. “First, we talk.”
Thank you for your interest in my books! I’m Tessa and I live in the crazy, loud, overcrowded borough of Brooklyn, New York. I love it here. This city is a constant source of inspiration, which is why I’ve decided to set my most recent books in the Line of Duty Series here.
I moved to New York when I was eighteen, the day after I graduated high school. Threw my suitcase in the back of a Chevrolet Cavalier and drove across the country to find my adventure. I’m still finding it, little by little.Thank you for being a part of it.
The book starts off a little slow, but once Krista walks in onto something horrible, things pick up quick. Krista is on the run, with the bad guys on her heels and she doesn’t know who she can trust.
Ryan and his security firm are looking for some work when a man walks in asking them to find Krista and bring her to him. She’s stolen some “important documents” and they need to be returned ASAP. After Ryan is able to track down Krista and they get her story, they are ordered to head to Ryan’s home in the woods. Those these two had a physical attraction to each other before they are confined to the woods, it just intensifies when they are in close quarters.
How in the hell is Ryan supposed to protect this woman, when all he wants to do is rip her clothes off her body?
Just when Ryan and Krista finally give in to what their bodies, that’s when all hell breaks loose.
Will what happens next tear Ryan and Krista apart? Or will the tragic events end up bringing them even closer together?
This book has just the right amount of action, steamy scenes and drama that keeps your attention. I’d recommend this book to anyone who enjoys a good story! I can’t wait to see what Anne has in store for the rest of the Pierce Security men!
By: Laura Drewry
Releasing June 16, 2015
Ellie Palmer and cops don’t mix, and getting pulled over by Officer Brett Hale—again—doesn’t help. Neither does being forced to take a safe-driving course with him. Brett’s by-the-book attitude leaves Ellie ice-cold, and his rock-hard body won’t change that. Still, the more time she spends with the guy, the more she finds herself warming up to his unexpected charms.
Even though Brett comes off like a boy scout, Ellie has sparked something he wants badly enough to get him to rethink his past mistakes. But when her ex shows up, Brett makes it his mission to keep Ellie safe in the here and now. His gut tells him the guy’s trouble, and Ellie must agree, because she doesn’t complain when Brett pulls her close. To keep her safe, though, he’ll have to choose between breaking her heart . . . and breaking the rules.
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Every cop had at least one unsolved case sitting on his desk, and Brett was no different. For a year now he’d doggedly followed every tiny lead he could dig up on the hit-and-run, but he always ended up at the same place: nowhere.
The suspect vehicle, reported stolen a few days before the accident, had been found easily enough, but the driver had vanished. IDENT had been all over the truck and had ruled out as suspect every print they’d found. Painstaking dissections of the scene and both vehicles, as well as interviewing the victim and reviewing surveillance tapes, had given him nothing.
Bupkis. Nada. Zippo. Zilch.
And if that wasn’t annoying enough, the victim in the incident was Ellie, and the lack of movement in the case had only fueled her contempt for the police department. Pulling her over today hadn’t helped matters, but she’d been doing almost twenty clicks over the speed limit.
She was lucky it was him who’d pulled her over and not Constable Hudak, who would have been too happy to not only ticket Ellie but to impound her vehicle without so much as a second thought. He could have written her up today—hell, he probably should have—but a couple things changed his mind.
The first was that she’d just lost her license, and even though that was her own damn fault, he didn’t kick people when they were down. The second was that he knew she expected him to write her up. In fact, she wanted him to do it, because then she could keep on believing he was a prick, and by not meeting her low expectations, he was proving her wrong.
And yeah, okay, after all the guff she’d given him over the last few years, he liked the fact that his being a good guy and cutting her some slack would piss her off a hell of a lot more than his issuing her another ticket.
So maybe Ellie wasn’t far wrong; maybe he was a bit of a prick after all.
He waited until her old blue Beetle disappeared around the curve near the bridge, then slowly got back into his patrol car and turned off the flashing lights. A small part of him would kill to be a fly on the wall when her letter from the Motor Vehicle Branch finally arrived and she saw the list of driving instructors in the area.
Until the MVB found a replacement for Larsen, Brett was the only one in a fifty-kilometer radius, and maybe if she hadn’t called him “Poncherello” he might have warned her about that.
“Seriously,” he grumbled. “Anyone who’s ever seen a single rerun of CHiPs knows I’m way more Baker than Ponch.”
But Ponch was better than some of the other names she called him, like Dudley Do-Right or Barney Fife.
Ellie’s past brush with the Ontario police was no secret to him; he’d known about it since the first time he pulled her over and ran her name through the system. It didn’t surprise him to see drug charges attached to anyone’s name, not with the number of cases he saw day to day, but after getting to know Ellie a little, none of that made sense. Hell, so far as he knew, the only time she’d even been intoxicated in the last four years was the night she, Regan, and Maya threw a post-wedding bachelorette party for Jayne.
She liked her wine, there was no question about that, but heroin? No way. And if she’d been wrongly charged and dragged through the courts, he couldn’t really blame her for having such a hate-on for law enforcement, especially after her stalking complaints against her ex, Kurt Neill, seemed to have gone nowhere. The whole thing seemed a little sketchy to Brett, but even if the cops hadn’t been able to help her with Kurt, surely her dad, some big hotshot attorney, would have been able to secure a restraining order against him. Yet there was no record of that having been done, either.
Given her complaints against Kurt, Brett had added him to the list of suspects in the hit-and- run but had crossed him off when the info from Toronto came in stating that Kurt had been on probation at the time, part of which included restricted travel. According to the Toronto detachment, Kurt had spoken to his probation officer on the phone the day of the accident, just like he’d done every week, as required.
One thing about Ellie: she didn’t seem to lie about anything, so it didn’t surprise him to hear bits of her past come out in conversations when they were all together. Regardless, it wasn’t his place to comment on any of it. What had happened was her business, and as far as Brett was concerned, the case had to have been thrown out for one of two reasons: either she was innocent or the cop assigned to the case hadn’t done his job properly.
Brett slipped his notebook into his vest pocket, making sure her license was still tucked inside. Jayne wasn’t wrong about him having Ellie’s info memorized. He only asked for her license and registration every time because it was procedure, but he’d long since stopped needing it in order to fill out her tickets.
Palmer, Elleanor Grace, DL #4885210, date of birth 1983-12-05, eyes brown, hair brown, weight 59.4 kg, height 171.5 cm, address 2649 Graemsay Road, Class 5 license with Restriction 21.
Technically, her hair was more of a chestnut shade, her eyes weren’t just brown; they were . . . well, brown brown, and the right one had a tiny gold speck near the bottom of her pupil. The only reason he knew that was because he’d once questioned her on the corrective lenses restriction and she’d responded in typical Ellie fashion; instead of simply telling him she wore contacts, she’d opened her eyes as wide as she could, pointed toward her lenses, and given him one of her all-too-familiar “dumbass” looks. It was his job to make sure she was actually wearing them, and in the time it took to actually spot the right one, he’d noticed the speck.
It’d taken him two seconds, maybe three, but it was long enough for Ellie to call him Mr. Magoo and make a crack about him being the one needing corrective lenses. He shouldn’t think it was funny when she took shots at him like that, yet every single time it happened, he had to work on keeping a straight face.
Sarcasm and honesty weren’t for everyone, though, and maybe that was why she didn’t date much; maybe the guys she met didn’t like the way she just laid everything out there. But still, a good-looking woman like that who was smart and funny . . . didn’t seem right that she didn’t go out more. Regan had laughed about it while she trimmed Brett’s hair a while back, telling him that Ellie’s idea of a date was the half hour it took to meet a guy for coffee.
Cute, heartwarming romance! I loved the two main characters, Ellie and Brett, from the very first pages of the book. Ellie is pulled over yet again by Officer Brett for speeding. She begins her normal routine of insulting him, calling him Poncherello, and pretty much harassing him. Her normal insults are cut short when he informs her that her license has been revoked. The only way she can get it back is by taking a driver’s safety course…boy will she be in a surprise when she realizes Brett is her instructor, especially since she has a real aversion and dislike for police officers. She barely tolerates him as it is, and they have to be around each other since they share the same group of friends. As time passes, a friendship and respect develops between the two which has the potential to grow into more. But, they have to let go of their pasts and trust each other. When a danger from the past threatens Ellie, will Brett be able to protect her? Will they have their HEA?
There are so many great friends to lovers books out right now, and I love them, but many follow the same pattern. Accidentally In Love was different…the couple don’t even really start out as friends. Because of Ellie’s past, she hates police officers, so she doesn’t like Brett, and she has no prolems at all letting him and everyone else know it. Although to be fair to Ellie, she does admit, she likes Brett as a person, but she has a hard time getting over the fact that he is a cop which I can understand knowing her past involving officers. So, I knew it was going to be a long process for her to trust him. The pacing was perfect. The speed of their relationship was not rushed at all which made it very realistic. You are aware at the beginning that they have an attraction to each other, but they kept it very well hidden…again, I loved this! Their snarky attitude toward each other made for some laugh out loud moments! I also like the secondary characters which were present in the previous books. Drewry’s descriptive writing had me yearning to be a part of their circle of friends.
This was the first book I have read in the series, and I loved it! It’s a light, fun, quick read! It had all the elements that I love in a book, humor, some passion, mystery, and of course, romance. Drewry’s writing drew me in. I didn’t want to leave this small town or the great people I met while reading the book. Now, I will be downloading the rest of the book in the series. I love when I find great, new writers, and I have added Laura Drewry to my list of writers that I watch for their new, upcoming books.
Laura Drewry had been scribbling things for years before she decided to seriously sit down and write. After spending eight years in the Canadian north, Laura now lives back home in southwestern British Columbia with her husband, three sons, a turtle named Sheldon, and an extremely energetic German shepherd. She loves old tattered books, good movies, country music, and the New York Yankees.
For Marcela Ortiz, hers is not one she wants to remember.
Deceived by those closest to her, Marcela is thrown deep into a world of violence, corruption and trafficking. The dark, sinister world belonging to one Hector Florez, Mexico’s leading cartel boss.
What he wants is control.
What she craves is her freedom.
To survive, Marcela must overcome the demons who promise to destroy her and challenge fate to a story she has only dreamed of.
SOFIA, the final instalment of the Bittersweet series is built on heartache, revenge and redemption.
One unlikely group of people.
One common enemy.
CRIMSON DESERT (Book 2)
LAUGHING EYES (Book 3)
Marcela Alejandra Ortiz is what I was christened twenty-five years ago. No one here knows who I really am, not that they care to find out. For the last four years the name meaning ‘wisdom’ has been nothing less than a brutal punishment.
A painful reference to my past.
A reason to remind me of indiscretions that were not my own.
They all say it so freely, smirking as they do so. Every one of these men know I am destroyed a little more each time. In the beginning, they would laugh as the tears rolled down my cheeks, finding humor in my weakness.
For years, I would go to bed dreaming it was me they had killed. Now, I plot my retaliation. Waiting for the perfect moment to avenge my sister and the life they stole from me.
In this new volatile world I live in, I have no middle or last name. I am only known as Sofia.
For every gift there is a price, even for the gods. Medusa and Poseidon have nurtured their secret love for one another for years, until one fateful day, they succumb. But for that moment of bliss, the price is steep indeed. Can Poseidon save the woman he loves from a curse that will mean death to them both?
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