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Police records clerk Emma Beaumont
has always played it safe, never taking many risks. Quiet, shy, and a little
overweight, she's convinced herself that she's comfortable with the way her
life is. That is until she lays eyes on incredibly sexy Lieutenant Johnny
Street. But she's never met anyone with such a terrible attitude. He's a jerk.
Everyone thinks so.
Little by little, Emma is forced to
uncover a stronger, spunkier part of herself, one that isn't afraid to stand up
to him. As she gets to know him, she starts seeing glimpses of a very different
man. A man who has known great heartache, and as it turns out, has good reason
for embracing such bitterness. Behind his sharp tongue and harsh demeanor, lies
a young man who's desperately afraid of losing what's left of himself.
As Emma's intense desire for Johnny
turns to love, she will have to ask herself how far she'll go to chip away at
his frosty heart. And at what cost.
Content Warning: contains sensual
sex and strong language
Excerpt:
"So this is it, huh?"
Johnny could tell she was on the
verge of tears.
"You're going to completely
shut down, or whatever you do, and not acknowledge what happened between
us."
"What's to acknowledge? I was
drunk. End of story." Opening the door, he turned. "I don't know what
you're hoping for, Beaumont, but I'm not it. Go find a nice accountant or
something."
She pursed her lips until they
practically disappeared. Her cheeks were on fire. "How dare you? How dare
you treat me like that? We're not at work. I didn't have to come here, and you
know it. I came here to do you a favor."
"You came here because you
wanted to get laid."
She threw her hands in the air.
"No wonder no one can stand you! You're unbelievable."
Maybe. But it was working. She'd
leave him alone after this.
"They may not like me, but
I've never pretended to be something I'm not. Unlike you."
"What's that supposed to
mean?" She was breathing heavily, her breasts straining underneath the
sheer pink blouse that was just a little too tight for business attire. His
throat was bone dry, and all of a sudden he wanted another beer. Anything to
make whatever this was go away.
"It means that innocent act
you put on is a load of crap." That was a lie. He knew damned well she
didn't sleep around.
Her mouth hung open. "Excuse
me?"
Time to move in for the kill. He
leaned closer, ignoring how she smelled, ignoring how her pulse drummed at the
hollow of her throat. Ignoring everything but the overwhelming instinct to push
her away. "Let's just say I know I wouldn't be the first, Beaumont, or the
last."
With cat-like quickness, she
slapped him across the face. Hard. "Go to hell."
Before she could turn away, he
clamped onto her wrist and yanked her back around.
"You're hurting me."
"Don't ever do that
again." He pulled her close. She was rigid, furious. She tried pulling
free, but he just tightened his grip.Let her go, Street. Now.
A long, honey colored strand of
hair had fallen over one of her eyes, which were settled on him with such
hostility that he almost did let her go. Almost. The skin on the inside of her
wrist slid against the pad of his fingers like silk. He yanked her even closer,
hating himself for being so rough, but not knowing how to be anything else. Her
chest brushed up against his, her face only inches away.
"You know what I think?"
he said.
Refusing to answer, she continued
looking at him like she wanted to stick a knife between his ribs.
"I don't think you want me to
let you go." He looked from her eyes, to her lips, to her chest, barely
able to stand still next to her. "I think you like this."
She yanked her wrist free with
surprising strength, but made no move to back away. "You make me
sick."
"You wish I made you
sick." As fast as she'd slapped him, he cupped the back of her head and
crushed his lips to hers.
Buy Links: Beachwalk Press
About the Author:
For Kaylie Newell, storytelling is
in the blood. Growing up the daughter of two gifted writers, she knew
eventually she’d want to follow in their footsteps. While she’s written short
stories her whole life, it wasn’t until after her kids were born that she decided
to shoot for the moon and write her first romance novel. She hasn’t looked back
since!
Kaylie lives in Southern Oregon
with her husband, two little girls, an elderly Chihuahua mix, and two
indifferent cats.
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