Romance Books With Cops Novels & Stories

I smiled at him and put my chin on his chest, while our gazes intertwined. “Do you like what you see?” He asks me with that rabbit smile. “I love it.” I take the cigarette from his mouth and press it against my lips, suck on it, and then let the smoke escape from my mouth. He looked at me with a smile on his lips, he couldn't express how sexy this was, smoking the same cigarette, sharing DNA, and even sharing a bed. “So you smoke?” He asks me as he slowly runs his right hand over my ass, squeezing it tightly, while I just gasp.

“There’s a book section over there. Let’s find you a nice steamy one.” She heads off towards an area of the store and I slowly follow her to a wall of books with scantly clad people on them. “Why are most of them cowboys or cops?” “Handcuffs and ropes,” she says easily and quickly. She pulls out a cowboy one and hands it to me before scanning the rest. “What’s it about?” I ask as I turn the book over.

“Who is that woman?” Dom gave a swift glance at her and added, “I told you before we entered the house. But you were too lost in your thoughts.” His tone carried judgement. He wasn’t wrong. “That’s Valery Nadine, NYPD sergeant, one of the best. She got the highest scores in the Law Enforcement Exam.” Police inside my house? Just great. “That means we can’t kill her.” “Given our pact with the department, no. We harm theirs, they harm ours. That’s how it goes.”

I didn't need any more probing as it was obvious he meant every single word. Out of habit, more than a willingness to do the job, I expertly took off the robe, revealing her lingerie and bra I had on. I needed something strong to drown my head in this mess I have gotten myself into. First, it was the loss of the package, then it's been a main suspect in a man's death, not just any man, a member of the Wolfe family, and now I have to dance in front of the dead man and his lunatic stepbrother.

Nicolai couldn't help but smile as he approached the chair where Alessia had obviously fallen asleep. The book that had dropped from her hands onto the thick carpet was facedown, its title Twisted Shifters – Four Twisted Romances. One Very Good Time. He picked it up and flipped through the pages, chuckling. Cursed Dildos and AI that came alive indeed. A faint blush dusted her cheeks from the warmth of the fire and he imagined her reading the steamy passages, lost in a world of make-believe lovers.

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I shuddered, not liking the attention. Carlisle continued, gesturing toward a man with thick muscles and a face that looked like it had taken one too many hits. “Dante Moretti. He’s old-school mafia, no frills, just violence. His girlfriend, Rosa, is a bit out of place here, but she’s harmless.” I looked at Rosa, whose bright smile and bubbly demeanor seemed completely at odds with the grim faces around her. She seemed out of place, just like me.

"Maybe I'm just a Roglas. That seems to be enough." "No." Rafael shifted to face her fully. "This isn't about your family name. I've dealt with the Roglases before. They're small-time, barely worth my attention. But tonight, I watched the Bratva, the Calabrians, and a private military contractor all try to grab you. That level of interest doesn't come from being a minor mafia princess." Cassandra's face had gone pale. "I don't understand." "Neither do I. Yet." The car pulled into an underground garage. Rafael's safe house, a renovated warehouse he used for situations exactly like this. Secure, private, impossible to find unless you knew where to look.

And then… a voice cut through the night. “She’s my girlfriend. She’s mad at me,” Adrian said casually, leaning against a sleek black car. The cop turned, brows pinched in confusion. He hesitated as he walked me toward the road, still holding me like I was a suspect. Another squad car pulled up. I sighed through gritted teeth. Great. More cops. The new arrivals walked past us toward the shallow hole, eyes narrowing as they spotted the money and the phone. I looked over at Adrian, and he was smirking.