Her Thin Blue Lifeline
courtroom. She’s just defended her client to the best of her
ability and what’s more? Her client was actually innocent. Oh,
she’d killed her husband, baseball legend Skip Maguire, alright;
but he’d been about to hit a homerun with Miranda’s head.
His rabid fan base doesn’t agree with the verdict, and they’ve set
set into motion a dangerous game when he publishes poor Chrissy’s
Chrissy’s sort of ex-boyfriend. When he’s called to Chrissy’s
apartment, he’s prepared for the worst. He’s a homicide detective
after all. When he arrives, it seems that someone might have
forgotten to check to see if Chrissy was still alive… now it’s
everything he can do to find the man who did this and the other
behind it all before it’s really too late.
I heard Tony’s jacket hit the back of the chair he usually hung it on, and those heavy footfalls come my way, his shadow looming over me at the sink. He started to move my hair aside and I turned, whirling on my sneaker and backed up against the counter.
His blue eyes penetrated mine and he nodded carefully, leaning in none the less to kiss me. My eyes fluttered shut as his mouth moved carefully over mine. I kissed him back, and it was just as magical and as beautiful as the kiss the day before. I blindly set my glass aside on the counter and went to reach for him, but dammit, I’d misjudged and it slipped off the counter’s edge and shattered on the floor.
The crash of breaking glass made me jump and cry out, and I stuffed my hand against my mouth and squeezed my eyes shut. Cringing from my memories.
“It’s okay; it’s totally okay…” he murmured soothingly and smoothed some of my hair out of the way of my face so he could see me. “It’s just water and just glass, I’ve got it… no big deal.” He gently moved me the opposite direction of the mess around the kitchen island and said, “Go grab a stool, sit down.”
I swallowed hard, on the verge of tears, my heart racing, pulse jumping painfully out of the side of my neck, chest crushed as I struggled to breathe normally, in through my nose hold for a few seconds, and out.
The first panic attack had happened in the hospital, Pasquale had recognized it instantly and had helped me through some exercises. I knew what they were now. I am in control. I told myself. Tony went about cleaning up, letting me have some space and by the time he was done, I felt better. Still rattled, but better.
“You alright?” he asked, and I nodded.
I knew in the front of my mind that it didn’t matter, that Tony was the last person who would judge, that any number of medical personnel had seen the scars, but for some irrational reason, Tony was different. He wasn’t someone I wanted to see the ugliness… He just… wasn’t.
He came around to me and I twisted in my seat to face him, looking up at him and biting my bottom lip. He looked like he was going to give me a pep talk but the words died on his lips. He searched my face and stepped in close, between my knees and lowered his face to mine. I closed my eyes, and let him kiss me, kissing him back and sighing out with relief. I wanted so badly to feel something good and Tony’s kiss was like heaven.
His hands smoothed over my hips and up to my ribs and he gathered the hem of my fitted workout tank with his fingers, slipping his hand underneath and putting it against my skin. My desire for him shot through the roof at the same time my anxiety rose. I broke the kiss and pulled back and said breathlessly, “I can’t… my scars.”
He growled low and intense and said, “Baby, you’re gonna be on your back; no way I’m even going to see your scars.”
His Cold Blue Command
his membership with the Indigo Knights. Driven by dark desires
considered shameful by most, he covets the one thing he can’t allow
himself to have – a real relationship.
and beautiful girl who makes his coffee at the café across the
street from his office. She’s done her best to flirt off and on
with the high powered attorney and he can’t help but be drawn to
her whimsical charm.
judgment and offers her some unlikely help. He knows better than most
that the road to hell is paved with good intentions, but in this
particular case, could it be the opposite? Could Allison Blaylock be
the start down the road to his salvation?
A Low Blue Flame
the world. Great job that she loves, moved to a great city, into an
opulent new condo, in one of the world’s premier smart buildings no
less; all she was missing was the kind of romance to set her soul
aflame. She thought she’d found it but instead, found herself burned.
Torri, did quite the number on him recently by banging one of his
firehouse bros behind his back. He’s sworn off love and dating
altogether for the time being and is happier for it. He just wishes
he could get the time he wasted with that crazy skank back again.
could find themselves rising if only they can get past their hurts
and give things a chance. Of course, lasting happiness is no
guarantee, no matter how much they might burn for each other. After
all, sometimes what was doesn’t want to let go.
His Wild Blue Rose
online. True, she needs a place to live, true she’s getting a
divorce, true; he’s a cheating jerk. There’s just a little bit
more to it than that. So when the ad comes across her screen Indigo
City beat cop looking to rent out a fully furnished room… she
jumps on it, because what could be safer than living with a cop?
looking for a roommate, he’s found the pickings are slim. The
softly spoken brunette doesn’t seem like she’s much trouble, plus
she’s got the cash up front, so what the hell? She’ll just have
to get over his bringing home badge bunnies from the 10-13. He’s
got a stressful job, and the best way to blow off steam, in his
estimation, is hot sex.
moxie, which gets Golden to thinking, which leads to him feeling.
This is either going to be a really good or a really bad idea.
Her Pained Blue Silence
small town could barely contain her and at the first opportunity, she
fled. It was only natural falling in line with the freedom that MC
life brought to her. The allure of never being told what to do a
strong one. Sadly, she found herself trading one cage for another.
Given the road name Silence, for her shy lack of voice, she's been a
part of a motorcycle gang out of Maryland. A rough and tumble lot
believing in sovereignty, running guns and drugs through Indigo City.
more than a year. In that time, he's seen and heard all sorts of
things, except for Silence's voice. She's the president's Ol' Lady
and probably knows infinitely more than he does as a prospect to the
club. All that is about to change. Narcos is about to be patched in.
Unfortunately, patching in means going to an extreme he'd never
thought he'd be pushed to and Silence is in the crosshairs.
A Code Blue Call
would have liked to have known her, but she was gone the next
morning. Now, more than a year later, he was doing much better,
continuing his work in Indigo City’s streets as a paramedic,
responding to medical emergencies.
Claire could never forget the medic whose life she saved just by being in the right
place at the right time. Still, it wasn’t enough to rescue her from
her own dark night of the soul and unlike him, she followed through.
Fate had other ideas for the both of them and for whatever reason, their paths crossed
again at exactly the right moment. Both of them were now determined
to not let this second chance pass them by, not like the first…
from her surroundings, through the people she meets and likely as a
byproduct of way too much caffeine.
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