Big
city party-girl Amanda Barber has been spoiled most of her life. But life for
Amanda suddenly becomes a major challenge: adapting to small town life, dealing
with her handicapped brother and constantly butting heads with a frustrating
local cop.
As a police officer and former Marine, “responsibility” is Max Bryson’s middle name. Never having been in a serious relationship, he has no plans for being in one in the near future. He likes being his own man. And even if he were interested in a serious relationship, he certainly wouldn’t choose it to be with someone so immature and irresponsible as Amanda. But no matter how hard he tries, he can’t get sexy Amanda out of his head or his heart. Watching her mature in front of his eyes, his protectiveness towards her only strengthens.
Bossy and possessive aren’t the only words Amanda uses to describe this frustrating cop. She can’t deny just looking at the man makes her tremble. But she’s done with having anyone control her and this man isn’t going to be any different. Or is he?
As a police officer and former Marine, “responsibility” is Max Bryson’s middle name. Never having been in a serious relationship, he has no plans for being in one in the near future. He likes being his own man. And even if he were interested in a serious relationship, he certainly wouldn’t choose it to be with someone so immature and irresponsible as Amanda. But no matter how hard he tries, he can’t get sexy Amanda out of his head or his heart. Watching her mature in front of his eyes, his protectiveness towards her only strengthens.
Bossy and possessive aren’t the only words Amanda uses to describe this frustrating cop. She can’t deny just looking at the man makes her tremble. But she’s done with having anyone control her and this man isn’t going to be any different. Or is he?
Excerpt
She
laid her head on his shoulder and snuggled her nose into his neck. She could
feel his strong pulse against her cheek.
It
felt so good to be in his arms. She circled his tattoo with her finger. Semper
Fi. Mary Ann had made sure to tell Amanda that it meant “always faithful.”
“Did
you always want to be a cop?”
He
had one hand on her hip and the other on her thigh, rubbing it slowly back and
forth. “Yes.”
She
waited a moment, and when he said nothing further, she prodded. “Why?”
His
deep voice resonated through his chest. “I was always in awe of my grandfather
and my father. That’s why I followed in their footsteps. That’s why all three
of us did. The Marines first, to serve our country, and then the police
department, to serve our community.”
“To
protect and serve, huh?”
The
pride exuded from his words. “It’s the Bryson family motto.”
She
moved her nose up to nuzzle him behind the ear. “Well, you can protect and
serve me anytime.”
“I’d
planned to since the minute you bitched me out in that parking lot when you
first came to town.”
She
raised her head, pushing herself up with a palm against his chest. “You were
only trying to get into my pants.”
“True…”
he said slowly.
Amanda
grabbed a nearby decorative pillow and whacked him.
“Hey!
You didn’t let me finish. True, but when you saw me in my uniform, you just
wanted a big ol’ piece of this bad boy.” He opened his arms wide as if offering
himself to her.
Amanda
whacked him again. “Yeah, right.”
“You
can’t say you didn’t want this.” He reached out, and his long fingers cupped her
face as he leaned in to kiss her. It was only a slight brush, leaving her
wanting more.
“No,
I didn’t.”
“Would
you have kissed me if I had torn up the ticket?”
“No.”
“Liar.”
“For
twenty-five bucks? Get real. I wanted to take out that retractable metal stick
you carry and beat you over the head.”
Max
laughed. “You mean my ASP baton?”
“Whatever.”
“Only
because you were sexually frustrated.”
“You
wish.”
He
poked her side gently. “Admit it.”
“No.”
“C’mon.”
“Okay.
You’re right. I was sexually frustrated because I couldn’t jump your bones
right there in the middle of town, in the free
parking lot on the pavement amid a bag of spilled dog toys, while Greg looked
on. Satisfied?”
His
smile widened. “Yep.”
“Good.
Now kiss me again.” She grabbed the back of his head and pulled it down until
their lips were a breath apart. “And do it like you mean it this time.”
The
light peck was easily forgotten as he claimed her mouth with his, crushing her
to him. This was what she had been waiting for. She groaned into his mouth,
tangling her tongue with his. She felt a twinge and wiggled her hips in his
lap, feeling his body harden.
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Author Bio:
Jeanne St. James is an erotic
romance author who loves an Alpha male (or two). She was only 13 started
writing when she started writing since it gave her an escape from teenage
angst! Her first paid published piece was an erotic story in Playgirl magazine.
Her first erotic romance novel, Banged Up,
was published in 2009. She is happily owned by farting French bulldogs. She
writes M/F, M/M, and M/M/F ménages.
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