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Philadelphia
police officer Kylee Parker is dedicated to protecting and serving.
She sees the work in absolutes: right and wrong, black and white,
good guys and bad guys. That is, until she chases a drug dealer into
a dead-end alley and finds the bad boy she had a painful crush on
throughout her teen years has turned into a more dangerous and more
attractive man.
Jayson
Donovan knows he doesn’t deserve someone as good as Kylee Parker.
As the right hand man to a local drug-pushing mobster, he’s solidly
on the wrong side of Kylee’s moral compass. But he can’t help
reaching for her time and again when he knows he shouldn’t.
Even
when his secrets threaten them both.
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Restrained
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Enjoy
the following excerpt from A
Love Restrained:
Spring
in the city brought people out of winter hibernation like a siren
song, but as the temperature rose, so in turn, did the crime rate.
Cops had to be sharp as they walked the streets of Philadelphia. In
her ten years on the force, on these streets, she’d seen a lot of
crazy and often stupid criminals do a lot of crazy and often stupid
things. But to be so brazen, or so plain dumb, as to do a
hand-to-hand drug buy right in front of two uniformed officers rode
high on her list of top ten.
“Tell
me you saw that?”
“Saw
what?” Hunks of half chewed soft pretzel fell from Sherman’s
mouth.
Pete
Sherman’s not a bad cop, just not an observant one whose paunch
portrayed his love of all things fried and his reupholstered
recliner. He hadn’t seen a thing in the last six months. But he
took direction well, despite the fact he had seniority.
“There,
across the street.” She pointed. “The junkie walking east just
scored off the guy in the leather bomber heading west. I swear the
dealer looked right at us before the exchange. Call it in, Pete, and
grab the junkie. I’m going after the dealer.”
Sherman
didn’t argue. She took off into a quick lope, kept her footsteps
light so as to not alert the man she pursued. The spring day had
drawn people out and the complaints of the pedestrians she weaved
through grew loud. The guy glanced over his shoulder, and the edge of
his mouth tipped into a grin before he sprinted around the corner.
“Cocky
jerk.” She turned the corner, and shouted, “Stop! Police.”
She
ran clean and fast, closing the distance between them with little
effort. The dealer ducked into an alley she knew to be a dead end.
She slowed and put one hand on the butt of her service pistol as she
approached. He had his back to her, his hands on his hips as he
stared at the brick wall in front of him.
“Philly
PD, you’re under arrest. Slowly put your hands above your head and
against the wall to your left.” She closed the few feet between
them, using her free hand to release the handcuffs from her belt, the
other remaining on her weapon. She cuffed him, with practiced
efficiency, and then read him his rights before leading him out of
the alley, preferring to do the pat down with her partner present.
“Kylee
Parker, I’ll admit I daydreamed a time or two about you cuffing me,
but it was never in this context.”
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is where the heart is and Becky makes hers with her very own knight
in slightly tarnished armor, their three daughters, son-in-law, two
grandsons, and their psychotic cat Jaxon. When she's not busy living
her own happily ever after, she's writing about someone else’s.
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Jim
Henson once said, “My hope is to leave the world a bit better than
when I got here.” I live my life by that same ideal; it’s posted
in my office, on my media stand in fact, so that I never forget to be
kind, thoughtful and considerate in every interaction. May your every
dream be a reality and every day a poem.
Thanks for the inspirational message. Words to live by,
Tina
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