Detective Books With Romance Novels & Stories

AXEL SALVATORE ROSSI. I wasn’t even searching for her—that was the problem. All I wanted was a glass of cold water after the news I’d heard about my son’s disappearance. But what did I find in the kitchen of all places? My supposed fiancée and my brother were kissing like their lives depended on it. Like they had no shame left to lose, throwing all caution to the wind. Damien’s hands were on her like she belonged there. One slid up her thigh, her leg hooked around his waist like it was natural.

Perhaps a war between two drug gangs. That would explain why Sanches is here. She is the best detective in Narcotics. When, Emory Michaels, our medical examiner, hauls our body into her truck with her team, Ian and I take my car back to the station. It takes a while because we have to wade through camera crews and civilians demanding answers about why there was such a brutal murder in their neighborhood.

The lodge doors burst open, letting out a wave of warmth, laughter—and her. Sebastian froze. She walked out like she owned the snow beneath her boots. Long dark hair spilled from a wool hat, her coat cinched at the waist, confidence in every step. She was beautiful in a way that felt intentional. Dangerous. Her eyes scanned the area sharply, calculating exits. Sebastian’s hand twitched toward a gun that wasn’t there. Because he knew her. Nyra Valen. Mafia queen. Strategist. His biggest rival. And apparently… a Christmas tourist.

I thought I heard something like a scoff or a chuckle, I wasn't really sure what it was; but I’d hear a sound come from Dawson after he finished talking, he started walking towards his vehicle again without turning back to look at me. Detective Dawson would see me as the best partner he ever worked with, although I haven’t thought how I’d achieved that yet, but I just had that feeling. Even though I was slowly falling for the man, I surely didn’t mean romance was part of it. The thought of us making out flashed across my mind and I shivered down there. My God! What has gotten into me, well I certainly wouldn’t blame myself too much, I was in my early thirties and I was single. However, falli

He was a good captain; his career shouldn’t go down the drain. * He watched the detective through his binoculars, the landscape abandoned around them, the ice of the reservoir a shining sheet of diamonds in the moonlight, not a car on the road, as if they were the only two people on earth. They both had their quests. They both had their rituals. Sullivan came to the grave every night. He could almost hear the detective think across the distance. He wasn’t giving up. He wasn’t pulling back. Another thing they had in common. Neither was the type to walk away from a job until it was finished.

As I turned around, my eyes landed on Nikolai and my heart slammed hard against my chest. “Where do you think you are running, Miss. Mitchel,” Author’s Note:- Hey guys, Please do leave your comments below and do like the book. Follow me for further updates. Love you all.

“Esmerelda, what a beautiful name for a beautiful woman.” I don’t know who was more shocked by the words that poured forth from that handsome mouth with eye catching straight and -dentist whitened- teeth. From the look of shock on Melanie and Nora’s face, it was clear that they hadn’t expected such a comment any more than I had. “Esmerelda Sleuth is her full name,” Melanie giggled, with emphasis on my last name of Sleuth. “Here’s the best of it. She’s an investigator! Get it? Esmerelda Sleuth is a sleuth!”

“Trial and error. Rebel. Books.” “Books? You read books to learn how to repair cars?” “Sure.” He pulls his arm out and looks at me. He doesn’t seem very happy. “What …? You think I can’t read?” “No, of course I don’t think that. I just didn’t think there were books about repairing cars. But I guess that’s stupid, isn’t it? There are books for everything these days.” Being near Mick is once again making me stupid. Maybe I should start wearing tinfoil on my head when he’s around.

“So the guy’s getting anonymous links to an underground darknet site.” “By guy you mean DC Harlow, right? The detective whose wife and child were burned alive.” “That’s right.” “Very Derek Raymond.” “What?” “The protagonist I mean, like the unnamed police officer who narrates all of Raymond’s Factory novels.” “Oh yeah, yes, that’s it exactly.”

It was Brayan and someone else. Could that be his office? But it was on the other side of the house. I made a mental note to ask Elowen when next I saw her. I looked through the shelves searching for the perfect book to read. There were so many and I was confused on the one to choose. Nevaeh always mentioned romance was the best but I knew romance has a lot of cheesy things. I wanted more of action with a bit of romance and lots of erotica. I picked out a worn out book. A man and a woman in a sensual position but the name had been torn out.