They've got
to find a cruel serial killer, but their attraction might be deadlier.
Blurb:
Jase Striker, police detective and
gritty noire aficionado, doesn't want a partner on the job. When saddled with a
sexy new colleague—a rookie in the Homicide division—he's at first irritable. Over time that
irritation slowly morphs into a
blistering passion, taking their partnership
to a new, erotic level that includes a
bare-bottomed spanking when needed. But he fears what mixing work with pleasure
will do to his crime fighting abilities.
Rookie homicide detective, Angelica
Piccolino, is tired of being treated like a kid though her diminutive size and
grunge look add to that impression. But
she's 26, and no stranger to the street or the bedroom. A real woman can take a
spanking now and then...as long as it's from a man she respects.
Forced to work together as a team, Striker and Piccolino investigate a heartbreaking case
involving three young women, murdered and left like human garbage, except for a
single white rose. The
detectives need to discover
the identity of the white rose murderer fast--before another victim turns up.
Excerpt:
The next morning, I realized it had been a huge mistake to
allow my partner to drive the police vehicle to the scene of the latest murder.
She was reckless and completely unconcerned about other cars. Sure, we had our
flasher in the window and the siren on, but we were in an unmarked car. People
were slower to get out of the way than they would be for a marked police car.
“Geez, slow the fuck down!”
She grinned at me and slewed the car on the wet road. A
moment later, she was back in control, but her grin was a little false. I
gripped the oh shit bar above the window and held on for dear life. Even a seat
belt and air bags wouldn’t be enough if she lost control at this speed.
“God damn it, Piccolino! I said slow down!”
“Grow some balls, Striker!”
“I mean it. You’re going to kill us both. Now cut it out!”
“Or what?” she mocked. “You’re going to spank me?”
Where she’d gotten that, almost reading my mind, kind of
threw me for a loop. But if a person ever deserved a spanking more than
Piccolino, I couldn’t think of one.
Rain started again, pelting the windshield with big,
drooling drops. She flicked the wipers on, but didn’t slow down in the least.
We rounded a corner and fishtailed, but once again, she got control after a
heart-stopping moment.
“You sure as hell need a spanking, you little brat.”
“Good luck with that. I know karate.”
“Not that it would do you any good.” We swerved and I saw my
life flash before my eyes. “You are out of control, woman!”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” The car screeched to a halt, well,
almost to a halt, just as it sideswiped a parked vehicle a block away from our
destination. Piccolino’s mouth opened and shut a few times, and then she
squeaked, “Oops.”
“Your ass is grass, Piccolino,” I told her. “Get out of the
car.” My door was pinned closed against the crunched driver’s side door of the
BMW she’d hit. Silently, her face pale, Piccolino got out of the car, and I
awkwardly moved across the seats and got out behind her. There were no
pedestrians and few moving cars along the street, probably due to the rainy
weather. That was fortunate for my partner, because it was going to be bad
enough reporting this MVA to Donati. Accidents happened when pursuing
criminals, but we hadn’t been in pursuit, so there was no excuse for it this
time.
I straightened my fedora and stared down at her, my brows
drawn together.
“I’m sorry.”
I remained silent.
“Really. I’m sorry. I should have listened to you. I’ve just
never been so excited. Rolling to the scene of a homicide. I felt like I was in
the big time, you know, like… I don’t know…”
“Starsky and Hutch.”
“Who?”
“Never mind. You crossed the line. This was no little
fender-bender.” I pointed to the Beamer. “That guy’s paint job alone is going
to cost a thousand bucks.”
“Do we have to say it was my fault?”
“It was your fault.”
“Well, kinda. And kinda not.”
“You want me to lie?”
“Lie? No. Just… don’t say anything about how fast I was
going. If you don’t say anything, Donati will never know this was more than an
unfortunate skid and crunch due to the weather.”
“I’ve had it about up to here with your attitude,
Piccolino,” I told her, gesturing to the top of my head. “You deserve whatever
you get from Donati.”
She bit her lower lip. “Do I deserve…maybe…a spanking?”
About the Author:
Bestselling author, Patricia Green, is a full-time fiction
writer specializing in erotic romance. She provides the reader with love
stories that emphasize fun characters with quirky personalities. Patricia is
the author of more than 20 published novels and novellas as well as an
ever-growing collection of short stories.
In her personal life, Patricia is married and the mother of
twins. When she’s not being the angel of domestic harmony and a semi-crazed
creator of fictional friends, she loves to read, crochet, knit and watch
hockey.
You can reach Patricia Green in the following ways:
Email: pig (at) patriciagreenbooks (dot) com
Twitter: @PatriciaIGreen
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