Police Officer Romance Books Novels & Stories

Sirens showed up faster than I expected. They always do at Fitz's, apparently, some kind of arrangement with the place being three blocks from the station. I got cuffed before I even fully registered what my knuckles looked like, split open, throbbing, worth it. Marcus got cuffed too, still running his mouth even as an officer walked him toward the car, which honestly, at this point, I respected the commitment. The ride to the station was quiet except for Marcus mouthing off from the other side of the car until an officer told him to shut it. I stared out the window and thought about absolutely nothing, which was new for me, considering how loud my head had been for the last several hours st

That's going to make me your favorite customer of the day. "Well, we caught your dad and Audrey making out in the parking lot," I said slowly. "Seriously?" He stopped with a hammer gripped in his hand, as though he had completely forgotten about it. "Yeah, I felt like a cop at Lover's Lane. He had his hand down her shirt and everything," I replied. "That is so awesome! And gross! So gross. But awesome!" he said, laughing and making a face at the idea. I chuckled as well, glad to have found a safe topic. "So, what is the next step of Operation Love?"

The occasion from eight years ago flitted into my mind. 'A palm slid Into mine with soft precision, intertwining our fingers. ''Why do you always do that?'' I asked, motioning to our hands, an involuntary blush coating my cheeks. Blue eyes met mine, the seriousness in them robbing me of breath. "They say our fates are written on our palms. I want ours to intertwine in every way possible, Marena." Sigh. He'd always said the sweetest things. But accusing me to be the spawn of a murderer wasn't sweet.

And with a little spice of lies, he attracts stupid officers to exchange stories about the pleasures of groping the bodies of innocent country girls. Unexpectedly, it turned out that the police officer responded with great enthusiasm, and instead continued to rant about his prowess in ensnaring naive village women. Calvin thought at the time, what a fool this police officer is. He didn't even know if a safety pin sticking out of his trouser pocket had been stolen by him. Calmly he continued to listen to the stupid officer chatter about his disgusting manhood. After the officer ran out of stories to tell and walked back to his office, only then did he begin his action to open his cell.

And she couldn't get enough of him. I wish he could stay all day, and what? wake up Blair, he's a cop. You need to keep your distance... "I will go, and yes... you're holding me back, in a good way Blair. I like it. Text me okay?" His words made her happy, she was feeling like one of those characters that she would read on her kindle. She was a sucker for romance books, her marriage was supposed to be her ever after as the books had recited over and over again. But it was her tragedy, there won't be a happy ending with her. Not even with Ian.

“What do you think?” Casper frowned and held Summer tighter in his arms. “I do mind, and I think it bothers Summer very much too.” “Oh, are you in a relationship now, Officer Synder? I thought you would never get in a relationship, and you would spend your whole life working on cases." Azula said ruefully. Casper tightened his grip, and his body stiffened in an obvious manner. “That was because I hadn’t met someone right. There are no rules stating that a police officer isn’t allowed to date.”

I replied coolly, not turning fully toward him. His lips curved. Not a smile—something sharper. “Emma Volkov.” My heart skipped. “You have the advantage.” “Lucas Moretti,” he said. “Though I suspect you already know the name.” The world tilted. Italian mafia. Enemy. Dangerous. I turned to face him, schooling my expression. “Shouldn’t you be inside enjoying the hospitality?” “Oh, I am,” he said softly. “Very much.” Something in his tone sent a chill through me.

Back at the villa. Roxanne Smith retired to bed while Henry went to the police station to give his statement on the matter involving Jane Spark's crime. While there, an officer questioned him, “Are you sure there was nothing going on between you and Miss Sparks? She insists you two are lovers and you just denied it because you were scared of your wife finding out.” Henry narrowed his eyes at the officer dangerously. The air around him turned cold, his powerful aura making the officer involuntarily shrink back.

I murmured kissing her fervently, nipping at her lips, my hands trailing her skin soothingly until I felt the tension drain from her body and she clung to me. I pulled back, staring at the picture she presented, fuck! Now I'd never be able to forget it. Her eyes were blown wide, her lips swollen from my kisses, and her skin flushed from the heat of our making out. Unable to resist, I pecked her wet lips, then kissed her again, our mouths clinging. I didn't want to stop. Ever. Even tho my head told me it was wrong, that she was a criminal, and I was a cop, I didn't care, I needed her, I wanted her, so much that it hurt.

- he said. - Wrong? She looked down at her body. - What is wrong? - Not you. My book. The one I'm working on. He grabbed her hand and pulled her. to the door. — Something I didn't feel good about and couldn't figure out what it was — as they headed for the elevator, he continued. "They created a new partner for my protagonist, the police officer Kalti. And I know what your conflicts and problems are. For example, she does