Romance Books With Police Officers Novels & Stories

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She was really that bored, she read them all, and when I say all, we might as well have a full bookcase with just romance novels. "Oh there was a police officer that called he said he wanted to check up on you, and that he remembered you and hopes your well also something about a boyfriend", she said, and I almost swore aloud. I knew that day he had recognized me, I had seen it on his face. I had been there, and my face was probably engraved in his mind. Once they figured out what he had done to me, you can never forget a face that can still smile after all of that.

he groaned in frustration, making me smirk. "Tell me what you want, Mr Romano." I teased. "Why tell you when I could just show you" he smirked and pulled his wrists apart, making the flimsy handcuffs break in two. He picked me up off the ground and threw me roughly on the the bed, making me land with a oomph. "Refusing to cooperate with a police officer? That's a serious offence Mr Romano." I smirked. "A serious offence that I'm willing to commit, Officer Hernandez." He said and smashed his lips down on my own.

Groaning, I roll toward the alarm clock and slap it. My eyelids feel like they've been cemented shut. Prying them open takes a Herculean effort. Unable to force my limbs into action, I lay in bed as memories of yesterday assault me. Roman is an undercover police officer. Never in a million years could I have foreseen this. If anything, I'd wondered if he worked for the Russians. But the police? The Chicago PD?

the police officer replied. I scoffed. "Fifty, what?" "Above fifty." "No," I bit my lip. "I want to know exactly how many." "No need for the specifics, young lady. Maybe you can just go home and..." He scanned me from head to toe. "join an online community of useless..." He paused. "female detectives." A huge sense of anger suddenly fueled inside me. "Asshole," I replied, crossing my arms. "Maybe I will. But only if you'd join an online community of police officers who can't count shit." I raised an eyebrow. "Would you take the offer?"

Then take all this to the table, decorating it with a beautiful red rose. “They're ready,” I tell him excitedly, he gets up from the couch without any expression, throws his book at the couch and it falls on the floor, so I go for it and take it in my hands. I was honestly expecting to find a science or medicine book, but what I found was a cute fairy tale book. I just smiled when I saw different classic stories in this book, like Sleeping Beauty, Little Red Riding Hood, Sleeping Beauty, and Cinderella, but the doctor called me so I had to put him on the couch. “Miss Jefferson, present me your dish.” He tells me very seriously, while he thinks he is a chef.

I meekly said giving him my best puppy dog eyes, "We have two two year old kids and they must be really scared and feeling lonely, please let us go." The man looked me up and down causing a low growl to come from Michael which for some reason the officer ignored. "Sorry Ma'am rules are rules, I can't bend them." He responded sitting on his office chair and reading the new red sword romance novel. I smirked a plan coming on, seems like fate was once again on my side. "Wait is that red sword romance?"I excitedly asked and the officer looked at me with a raised eyebrow probably wondering why the girl who was begging a few seconds ago looked so excited.

He glanced at the table where all my blackmail devices lay exposed, before turning his cold gaze back to me. “You think you can use all this… all this bullshit on me? You think your fucked ass can get you the Dunes entity?” He turned slightly, his eyes flicking briefly toward the guards by the couch. “Light my cigar, Roman.” The taller one moved at once, offering a lit cigar. Blake took it without a word, bringing it to his lips and drawing in a slow, controlled drag, his gaze never leaving mine. “Lucien, talking about wasting her… mmmm… her pussy smells good, and… it tastes good too… I think there's something about her worth keeping for now.”

My fingers brushed along the cracked leather as I ran through the lot, stopping at one in particular. It had a jet-black cover. No title. Just the silver crest pressed into the leather, a wolf enveloped by thirteen daggers. I cautiously pulled the book from its place. A cloud of dust billowed up into the air. The weight of it alone reminded me why De Luca only touched this book when no other option remained. I stared at the black cover for a moment. I hated this book. Hated what it represented. The De Lucas of the previous generation ruled in suspicion. Through fear. Through blood. I would never turn into that.

His jaw was tight, his shirt streaked with ash and sweat, and his eyes scanned the darkness like it might strike again. The police showed up with all the urgency of men who didn’t believe country girls could be targets. Flashlights. Polite questions. Hollow promises. “You’re saying someone shot at you?” the older officer asked, chewing gum with a drawl. “No,” Evelyn bit out, her arms crossed. “I’m saying someone tried to kill me. There's a difference.” The officer blinked at her tone, then scribbled something in his notepad like it mattered. Damien stayed close but silent, watching the officer like a wolf waiting for him to mess up.