Romance Novels With Cops Novels & Stories

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Cops didn’t just stop by. Adjusting my cufflinks, I walked to the entrance, finding the bastard standing in my foyer, trying too hard to look unimpressed. I allowed the silence to stretch before speaking. “You must be lost, Detective.” He turned, his gaze sharp, assessing me like a predator trying to gauge his chances. “Just checking in, Romano,” he said. “Heard some… interesting rumors.” I chuckled. “Rumors bore me.” “Really?” His expression didn’t shift. “Because this one says you’re holding women against their will.”

I stared at the book written in Bold black and white font with the title: A New Pet for the Mafia King By Author Liy Lah. I frowned, my fingers tracing over the letters as my mind turned over the words. Why the hell did Damien have this? Of all the books and genres to have, this was the last I expected to find in his meticulously arranged library. A mafia romance? Really? I flipped it open, scanning the first few quotes lines beginning each chapter. "She was nothing but a lost soul when he found her. Her caged soul was too desperate for freedom but too tangled in the chains he had placed around her.

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

Nova said softly, her voice breathy, cheeks warming under his scrutiny. Adam broke the kiss, smiling wolfishly. "Nova, look at you." His tone was casual, but the way his eyes traced her legs made her nipples harden. Dinner was a tense affair at the dining table, the air thick with unspoken electricity. Asli chattered about her job at the gallery, her hand on Adam"s thigh under the table. Nova picked at her pasta, feeling Adam’s gaze like a physical touch, sliding from her flushed face to the way her dress shifted when she crossed her legs.

"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.

A fierce battle of wills ensues as he sees she is much more than he ever imagined. But danger lurks, threatening to destroy everything… Can these two strong-willed individuals unite in the cause before time runs out? First Target: A Romantic Mystery Collection Genre: Mystery, Contemporary Romance Some targets are a little too close to home… HARD TO GET Gwen Donovan is determined to catch her sister’s killer, a hard-core mob boss. In fact, it’s why she’s a cop. When she finally gets the chance to go after him, along with her team, she is willing to take any risk to put the man away. Except these moves also put her friends in danger. Then a new lover comes into the picture, and her desire for

she said evenly. That earned her a low, amused chuckle. “You’re not what I expected from a maid.” “And you’re not what I expected from a mafia boss.” He stepped closer, slow and deliberate, until there were only a few inches between them. The faint scent of whiskey and smoke curled around her. His voice dropped. “You say ‘mafia’ like it’s a bad word.” “I say it like it’s a dangerous one.” For a moment, the air between them was charged, his gaze dipping briefly to her mouth before meeting her eyes again. Then, just as quickly, he stepped back, the moment broken.

Scarred jaw. Matteo's gut dropped. "You don’t look so good," the cigarette man said calmly. Matteo backed away. "I don’t know you." "But we know you," the umbrella man said. "We were watching the whole time. Even when you thought you were alone." Matteo's fingers curled. "Look, I don’t want trouble—" "You were trouble the moment you picked up that pouch," the umbrella man said. Cigarette man took a slow drag. Exhaled. "You really should’ve given us the real drive, Matteo. Now look at you. Playing double agent. Falling in love."