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Brody Romano, the lead detective of his small-town police force, has one passion. His job. Because of that dedication, his love life has been non-existent.
And then she came into his life.
His years of working tough cases and long hours at the station could never prepare him for a sassy, curvy, questionably crazy, and down-right gorgeous woman that’s desperate for his help–and willing to do anything to get it.
And now he can’t stop picturing all kinds of filthy ways she could repay him.
When Phoebe Wells shows up at the local precinct to file a missing persons report, she’s not prepared for the shade Detective Romano throws her way…or the fact that it drives her wild.
Desperate for the detective’s expertise, Phoebe will do anything necessary to get him to see things her way.
With every encounter, Brody and Phoebe find themselves inexplicably drawn to each other. With the heat rising and the promise of crossing the line in their future, they can no longer ignore the sizzling chemistry that pulses like a livewire between them.
But maybe that’s just the thing they both desperately want?
Warning: From love to hate to love again, Detective Brody and Phoebe banter like they were born that way, baby. Suit up for a laugh-out-loud romp through small-town crazy catastrophes with a serious dose of sweltering steam.
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The police station was packed. It usually was on a Friday night. As I pushed my way through the crowd of people, my senses were accosted with the stench of stale alcohol and vomit. I started to gag, so I held my breath until I reached the reception desk. A middle-aged lady was sitting behind it, her hair in a tight bun and her oversize thick-rimmed glasses hanging just on the tip of her nose. I wasn’t sure if she needed them to see or if she was making some sort of fashion statement.
“Hello, can I help you?” she asked without even looking at me. I wondered if she ever bothered to look at anyone, or if we were just nameless, faceless numbers that she had to contend with. I didn’t blame her. Her job wasn’t one that I would want.
“Hi, I need to file a missing persons report. My baby ran off, and I’ve been searching for him for the past two hours, and I’m really worried. He’s incredibly small, and who knows what can happen to him all alone out there!”
I wasn’t sure if it was what I said or how I said it, but the woman finally looked at me, panicked all of a sudden. She walked around the desk, pushed through a small swing door, and hurried to my side.
“Oh, you poor dear. Please, come with me.” She gently touched my elbow and directed me down a hall to a glass door.
The name said Detective Brody Romano.
When she opened the door, I was taken aback by the broad stature of the man in the dark button-down and tightly fitting pants. This was someone who did not get messed with. He was at least seven feet tall and built like a ton of bricks. I didn’t think I had ever seen someone so huge in person before—he was Arnold Schwarzenegger in Terminator big. I mean, so huge that beside him, I looked like a toddler. He got up, walked over to us, and looked down at me, and I mean way down. Maybe this was me being generous, but I came to his elbow.
“Hey, Patsy. What do you need?” he asked without taking his eyes off me. I could feel my face getting flushed with what I could only assume was nerves.
“This young lady has lost her baby. Since you’re working all those missing persons cases, I thought you could help her.” Patsy directed me to take a seat on the plain leather-covered desk chair opposite his desk.
I sat, feeling really good about the service our police department gave to the citizens of our city. I had to remind myself to give them a good review somewhere online.
“Thank you, Patsy. I’ll take care of it,” he said. When Patsy walked away, he closed the door behind her and turned around. His stare was a little scary for such a handsome face. His full lips formed a straight line, and his brows furrowed as he looked at me. I didn’t know why, but I automatically wanted to look at my face in the mirror to see if there was something on it or if I looked just as bad as I felt, disheveled and disoriented.
“Hello, Miss…” He trailed off.
“Wells,” I supplied.
“Miss Wells,” he finished. “I”m Detective Brody. When was the last time you saw your child?” He walked over to the desk and took a pad of paper and a Bic pen from his desk and started to jot down notes.
“Well, we’d just eaten dinner, and I went to answer the door—it was my neighbor, wanting to borrow some icing sugar. She ran out, and she knows I always have some, since I love to bake. Charlie loves it when I bake because I let him sneak tons of sugar. When I wasn’t looking, he ran out I guess. He is usually really good. I thought he was in his room playing, but he must have gotten out. I just want my baby found.” Tears started to fill my eyes, and I could feel a few betray me and escape down my cheeks in desperate rivers.
“Please don’t cry,” he said, handing me a tissue. I could see by the shuffling of his feet and the rigid stance of his shoulders that the crying was making him uncomfortable.
“I’m sorry. It’s just that he’s so little, much smaller then he should be at two. I’m just scared something terrible has happened to him. What if he got hit by a car? Or someone abducted him? He’s so pretty, I can see someone taking him. He’s in demand, you know.” I was babbling, completely unloading all my worst fears.
Detective Brody bent down so that his eyes were level with mine. He grabbed another tissue from his desk and wiped my tears. It was a very gentle act for a man who seemed obviously out of his element.