Detective Celia Sparks left the station house and headed for home. Ever since the murder case a few weeks ago life has been going nonstop and she was wishing for the days of old, when nothing more exciting than a brawl at the pub between one of the locals and a bewildered tourist needed her attention. The case had garnered her more publicity than she was comfortable with, even a write-up in the local paper. People called out to her on the streets now more than ever and for the first time it was as if sheÕd finally been accepted into the fold. It had only taken three and a half years. As much as she hated her new notoriety and the fact that a woman had been murdered while yet another had taken her own life, there was one good thing that came out of the whole horrible situation, and that something was Riley OÕRourke. The man sheÕd been crushing on since moving to the small town. It started the night she went to his home to tell him that his wife, who sheÕd arrested o

Melissa checked her bag one last time to make sure she had everything she was going to need for the evening ahead. Her pulse raced with excitement and she had to stop and take a deep breath to temper the giddiness she felt. ItÕs been two weeks since she started her new clandestine relationship with Don and just like sheÕd suspected from that first day in his office, he was into being dominated by a woman. SheÕd pushed the envelope more than once to see just how into it he was and realized it was more than just a fetish, but the way his sick brain was programmed. She didnÕt care as long as she got what she wanted out of the deal. If he wanted to be tied up and whipped, even talked down to and berated, who was she to judge? SheÕd never done anything like it before though, but she figured it couldnÕt be that hard. He never came right out and told her what he wanted, too chicken shit she supposed, but so far heÕs been loving everything sheÕd brought to the table.

Celia woke to a weird buzzing sound coming from somewhere in the room. She was still so out of it that she couldnÕt quite recognize the sound, and it took her a second to remember where she was and why it was that her body felt like her bones had melted. She cracked one eye open and looked over at the naked chest beside her as it rose and fell with each breath. AhÉit all came rushing back to her now, and as soon as her mind cleared, her body decided to give up all the aches and pains itÕd been numb to while she slept. Between her thighs felt like sheÕd been hit by a battering ram over and over again, but it was the ache deep inside that she knew was going to be trouble. She looked back over her shoulder at the bruises there and rubbed a finger over the sting in her neck. Had the very handsome laid back man next to her really turned into the beast that had fucked her all night into the wee hours of the morning? Her stupid body betrayed her by getting wet at her thou

Celia barely made it out of the farmhouse without having to have breakfast first. ÒRiley, I really have to go.Ó She kept looking at the housekeeper who had a sour look on her face. He didnÕt seem to care as he had his arms around her, his hands locked over her ass. ÒYou canÕt work on an empty stomach, baby.Ó Her heart jumped when he called her that, and she got all soft and melting. But as she found herself being drawn in, she pulled back; the man is lethal. ÒIÕll grab something on the way in; I really have to go.Ó She wouldnÕt say he pouted, but he didnÕt look too pleased. She guessed she could understand where he was coming from this was supposed to be her day off after all, and it wouldÕve been the first theyÕd spent together. ÒBesides, I need to take care of your sore pussy. I saw the way you walked down those stairs.Ó Her face went up in flames, and she took a quick look at the housekeeper to make sure the other woman hadnÕt heard even though heÕd whispered i

Celia felt the warmth in her tummy and the little blip in her heart when she saw him come to the door to greet her before sheÕd even turned the car off. She tried keeping the sappy smile off her face but failed miserably as she climbed out of the car and made her way towards him. Riley lounged in the doorway with his shoulder propped against the jamb and watched her coming towards him. Sometimes, like now, he realizes just how fucking gorgeous she is, and it gets him in the gut each and every time. The thing that he likes most about it is that she doesnÕt seem to know. Celia felt gauche and unsure of herself as she reached him and stood there, not knowing what to do with herself. Give her a dead body, and sheÕs right at home in her element. But having a man look at her like that, especially this man, the one sheÕs been crushing on since moving to the little town, and sheÕs all thumbs and stumbling feet. Right now, she couldnÕt even seem to find her tongue. Riley sn