A slow burning, enemies to lovers romance between two small town police deputies is out next week from Felice Stevens, and I have a little sneak peek for you.
Excerpt
My watch buzzed, and I opened my eyes. Damn. I hated the early shifts as a matter of course, but after last night, even more so. Waking up with Emmy lying next to me wasn’t as odd as I’d expected. I watched his sleeping profile—the smattering of golden freckles across his strong nose, the sharp cut of his jaw covered in rough stubble, and those incredibly long lashes, fanned out thick and dark against his skin. Colorful tattoos covered his biceps, and I had thoughts of running my tongue along the edges of the designs—the twin towers and the Yankees logo; the ubiquitous heart with Mom in script inside; a date—I couldn’t place its significance, as it was after he’d graduated from the Academy. Maybe his mother’s birthday? And oddly enough, a skull and crossbones. Out of step with the others. All the tiny pieces that made up the man lying naked in my bed. And now that I could admit it, the man I’d waited years for.
“How long have you been awake, staring at me?” Emmy murmured, his eyes closed and a slight smile on his lips.
I was rarely caught off-balance, but getting called out on my ogling sent a rush of heat to my face. “Not long.”
“Mmm-hmm.” He stretched, and the comforter slipped to his waist. He opened his eyes. “You…are a terrible liar.”
“Rain’s finally stopped. You have work today?”
He grunted. “Unfortunately, yes. Two to ten. What about you?”
I glanced at my watch again and huffed with exasperation. “I’ve got to be at the station in forty minutes.”
“So much for trying out morning fun.” With a smirk, he swung his legs over the edge of the bed and gave me a flash of a naked, taut ass.
“What about later? We could, uh, have dinner.” Was that raspy, hesitant voice mine? What a turnabout for me—my hookups were the ones who tried to lock down another night. Yet here I sat, shaky as a rookie, unsure for the first time in my life. I’d been having sex since I was seventeen. So many ladies, yet none held my interest beyond the nights we’d shared.
Now here came Emerson Kane, flipping that script, holding my breath hostage until I received my answer. I wanted him—today, tonight, tomorrow. And beyond. Those damned green eyes watching me in the showers had followed me for a decade, no matter how many women I’d been with to drown out the noise in my head.
Stopping by the bathroom entrance, Emmy’s unwavering gaze met mine, and I had no idea what was going through that head of his. “Mine or yours?”
Relief mixed with the thrill of anticipation surged through me. “Come here. And plan on staying the night.”
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