Rebound flings are supposed to have soft landings, but one sexy cop is about to fall hard...
Atlantic City is the perfect place for detective Bradley Hudson to nurse his broken heart. A week of beer and strippers is sure to erase his former fiancée from his memory for good. What he didn't count on was running into a sassy redhead from his past. Maybe a rebound romp is an even better plan…
Trina Trimble, private eye in training, is thrilled to be reunited with the hottie she almost hooked up with last summer. She's undercover on her first solo case, but there's always time to lock lips with a sexy cop. Besides, a fun fling with Brad doesn't have to last beyond his week in town.
Brad and Trina are supposed to be just flirting, not forging a new forever. Brad's still healing, and although Trina changes careers the way other women change shoes, she has finally found her calling in her new life of disguises and stakeouts. But when an irresistible job offer threatens to lure her away, Brad will need to decide to let her go or bet it all on love and risk his heart again.
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And since I'm in such a celebratory, release day mood, here's a peek at the scene that takes place on the iconic Steel Pier:
She stopped in front of the iconic giant Ferris wheel. Craned her neck back to look at it. The sunburst spokes connected to buckets striped in red, yellow, blue and green. It brought back great memories of the summer she spent operating a smaller Ferris wheel in Ocean City to earn enough for a down payment on a car. This one was far superior, being much taller and sitting right on top of the Atlantic. Maybe she’d bring Brad back here later for a ride. And some sexy smooches when the inevitable romantic pause at the top came.
“Don’t move. Don’t scream. Don’t even breathe.”
Something round dug into her side. It could be a corn dog on a stick. Or the end of a hairbrush. But Trina had watched enough cop shows to suspect it was the barrel of a gun. After all, who would threaten her with a corn dog—an angry vegan? Without moving, she slanted her gaze to the side…and down…just enough to catch sight of Ralph’s profile. And a whiff of his really bad cologne.
“There are easier ways to get a girl to ride a Ferris wheel, you know.” It was a lame attempt at a joke. But something about the pressure of the gun on her ribs seemed to short-circuit at least ninety-nine percent of her brain cells.
“Don’t get cute.”
“Sorry. Born that way.”
“You and me are gonna have a little talk. Don’t bother trying to scream or nothin’. I’ll have this trigger pulled before you open your mouth. While you’re lying here bleeding, I’ll just blend in with the crowd and escape.”
“Good to know you’re a man with a plan.” Her plan so far was to stall. To keep him talking until somebody noticed them. Unfortunately, Ralph slid his other arm around her waist, pulling her closer. Worse yet, he angled his body to hide the gun with his gut. And this being Atlantic City, nobody gave a second glance to a woman in formalwear with a feather boa floofing at the bottom of her dress.