A Love Restrained
Philadelphia police
officer Kylee Parker is dedicated to protecting and serving. She sees the work
in absolutes: right and wrong, black and white, good guys and bad guys. That
is, until she chases a drug dealer into a dead-end alley and finds the bad boy
she had a painful crush on throughout her teen years has turned into a more
dangerous and more attractive man.
Jayson Donovan knows
he doesn’t deserve someone as good as Kylee Parker. As the right hand man to a
local drug-pushing mobster, he’s solidly on the wrong side of Kylee’s moral
compass. But he can’t help reaching for her time and again when he knows he
shouldn’t.
Even when his secrets threaten them both.
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Enjoy the
following excerpt from A
Love Restrained:
Spring in the city
brought people out of winter hibernation like a siren song, but as the
temperature rose, so in turn, did the crime rate. Cops had to be sharp as they
walked the streets of Philadelphia. In her ten years on the force, on these
streets, she’d seen a lot of crazy and often stupid criminals do a lot of crazy
and often stupid things. But to be so brazen, or so plain dumb, as to do a
hand-to-hand drug buy right in front of two uniformed officers rode high on her
list of top ten.
“Tell me you saw
that?”
“Saw what?” Hunks of
half chewed soft pretzel fell from Sherman’s mouth.
Pete Sherman’s not a
bad cop, just not an observant one whose paunch portrayed his love of all
things fried and his reupholstered recliner. He hadn’t seen a thing in the last
six months. But he took direction well, despite the fact he had seniority.
“There, across the
street.” She pointed. “The junkie walking east just scored off the guy in the
leather bomber heading west. I swear the dealer looked right at us before the
exchange. Call it in, Pete, and grab the junkie. I’m going after the dealer.”
Sherman didn’t
argue. She took off into a quick lope, kept her footsteps light so as to not
alert the man she pursued. The spring day had drawn people out and the
complaints of the pedestrians she weaved through grew loud. The guy glanced
over his shoulder, and the edge of his mouth tipped into a grin before he
sprinted around the corner.
“Cocky jerk.” She
turned the corner, and shouted, “Stop! Police.”
She ran clean and
fast, closing the distance between them with little effort. The dealer ducked
into an alley she knew to be a dead end. She slowed and put one hand on the
butt of her service pistol as she approached. He had his back to her, his hands
on his hips as he stared at the brick wall in front of him.
“Philly PD, you’re
under arrest. Slowly put your hands above your head and against the wall to
your left.” She closed the few feet between them, using her free hand to
release the handcuffs from her belt, the other remaining on her weapon. She
cuffed him, with practiced efficiency, and then read him his rights before
leading him out of the alley, preferring to do the pat down with her partner
present.
“Kylee Parker, I’ll
admit I daydreamed a time or two about you cuffing me, but it was never in this
context.”
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heart is and Becky Flade makes hers with her very own knight in slightly
tarnished armor, their three daughters, son-in-law, two grandsons, and their
psychotic cat Jaxon. When she's not busy living her own happily ever after,
she's writing about someone else’s.
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Jim Henson once
said, “My hope is to leave the world a bit better than when I got here.” I live
my life by that same ideal; it’s posted in my office, on my media stand in
fact, so that I never forget to be kind, thoughtful and considerate in every
interaction. May your every dream be a reality and every day a poem.
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