Title: Reckless Conduct
Series: Blue Line Book One
Author: Brandy Ayers
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: November 22, 2016
He burned her once…
Sophie Gallo has survived a lot in her twenty-three years. Both parents gone, dreams abandoned, and a heart shattered. But she came out on the other side stronger than ever.
Then, one night with Luke in her bed… on her kitchen table… against the wall… made Sophie feel alive again. Right up until he ran before the bed stopped shaking. Seeing him every day at the Middleburg Police Station, thanks to her job as the office manager, is a special kind of torture. But she clings to her hate and anger, hiding her sadness and desire, even from herself.
She weakened him once…
Sergeant Luke McCracken lives to serve and protect. Not only the citizens of Middleburg, but also the woman who captivates him mind, body, and soul. Even if that means shielding her from the biggest threat to her happiness - himself.
Luke gave in to his lust once. But he won’t allow himself to be reckless with Sophie’s heart again. Though he can’t help but provoke her just to see her passion, even if it comes in the form of hatred. He’d live on nothing but the memories of their night together if it meant she’d have the life she deserved.
His town is being plagued by a rash of break-ins and an increase in drug overdoses, and his desk overflows with cases waiting to be solved. But never, in all the time he told himself to protect Sophie from the risks he presented, did he think she would find herself in danger from outside forces.
One night with her stole his heart, one dispatcher call stopped it.
This is book 1 in the new Blue Line Series, all featuring a different hot police officer at the Middleburg Police Station. Each book can be read as a stand alone. If you like hot men in uniform doing naughty things to strong, smart women, this is the book for you!
“This sexy book is a fun fast read that will capture your attention from the first to the last page with the sass of Sophia and the swagger of Luke.” - Hot Box Reviews
“A bit of violence, drama, a sexy time or two, this was a good read…” - MJ’s Book Blog and Reviews
“Although you know going into this story of the end result, the journey to get there truly made this an entertaining escape.” - Reader Review
The door swung shut behind her, and she sent a silent prayer out to the sky that he wouldn’t follow her.
No such luck. Not three paces from the door, it swung open with enough force that it slammed against the brick wall.
“Sophie! Where the fuck are you going?” He bellowed across the quiet parking lot.
“Home. Stay away from me; I’m warning you. I have pepper spray.” Tears threatened to spill once more. She would not cry in front of this asshole.
“I promised your uncle I’d watch you tonight. You can’t leave without me.” Footsteps echoed off the walls of the surrounding buildings as he stalked after her.
She stopped on a dime and spun to face him. “Don’t you dare try and use my uncle as an excuse to try and get into my pants, you asshole. We both know you don’t give two shits about my well-being. Just go back inside. There are plenty of badge bunnies in there that would love to do you in the bathroom. Go bother one of them.” It hadn’t been her intention to yell at him, but once she got started, her control quickly snapped and anger spewed from her mouth.
“Listen, I’d be lying to your face if I said I didn’t want to fuck you against that car right this second. But I swear to you, I will just make sure you get home okay. I gave the chief my word, and damn it, I keep my word.
She could tell he was struggling to keep his cool. But his bullshit moral self-righteous act needed to be called out.
“Really? You keep your word?” She shoved a finger hard into his chest, the pain and anger she’d held for far too long finally breaking free. “What about two years ago when you said I wasn’t just a hook-up?”
Luke hung his head, unable to meet her gaze.
“That’s what I thought, fuck-wad.”
“Jesus, Soph, it was two years ago. Like you said, get over it. I was an asshole, I admit it.”
“Yeah, you were an asshole, all right. You took advantage of a girl who’d lost her dad not four weeks before.” The crack in her voice made her even madder. “Sure, the tequila was my idea, but you went along with it. You were the one saying crap like I was the most beautiful woman you’d ever seen, and you just wanted to be closer to me. You have any fucking idea what words like that do to a woman?” She wiped at the bitter tears that spilled from her eyes. “I thought you liked me. I thought we had a future. The bed hadn’t even stopped shaking from our fucking before you were out the door. Then at work you just pretended like nothing had happened. And now, what? You want a repeat performance?” Silence filled the air as she waited for a response.
“Sophie…”
“No. Fuck you, I don’t give a shit about your answer. I’m done. I’m going home.”
Before she could move an inch, his hands gripped her biceps, pulling her flush against his hard body. His lips crashed into hers. She tried to retreat, but he followed until her back pressed against the cold metal of her car.
Her initial resistance to the kiss evaporated as soon as his teeth nibbled her bottom lip. A needy moan slipped out as she opened her mouth, welcoming his tongue. She clutched at his shirt, wrapped a leg around his hip, and thrust her mound against his arousal.
Breaking the connection, Luke’s voice was thick with desire. “We should get you back home.”
Regret swept through her as reason returned. This was Luke McCracken, infamous womanizer, classic alpha male. Not a potential boyfriend, just a heartbreak waiting to happen. Again.
Brandy Ayers is a writer of erotic romance. Or romantic erotica, depending on how you look at it. She has been telling stories in one form or another since she was a child and decided her English / Irish heritage was boring. Instead, for a 4th grade class genealogy assignment, she weaved a tale of mystery and intrigue about her great, great grandpa chief of the Navajo tribe. No one bought it. Brandy lives in Pennsylvania with her husband, son, and a very depressed basset hound.
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