Title: Book'em Piper
Series: Iron Badges #3, Iron Orchids #10
Series: Iron Badges #3, Iron Orchids #10
Author: Danielle Norman
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: October 8, 2019
Blurb
I grew up on the wrong side of the tracks, an area that even
the cops avoided.
The only light in my dark, was the boy next door. He was my
hero.
And I was his Sunshine, at least that is what he called me.
Liam Kane wasn't just my neighbor, he was my first and only
crush.
He looked after me when I couldn't look after myself.
When he disappeared my life returned to an endless
grey.
Now after all these years we're face to face.
But we're standing on opposite sides of the law.
He's a part of the Heretics MC and I'm a deputy.
I’m all grown up and more than capable of handling myself.
But I dream about Liam’s capable hands.
Everything has changed... except my feelings for him.
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Excerpt
Chapter One
“Keep talking there, Twinkletoes, I’ll marry your dad and
make you my stepchild.” I glared at three teenage girls who were destined to
grow-up and be a drain on some man’s wallet as they walked past me on their way
to the yellow Volkswagen Beetle.
“God, how manly.”
“I bet she’s single.”
“Hasn’t she ever heard of makeup?”
But seriously, what was up with teenagers these days? I was
a fucking deputy in a fucking uniform and they still had the audacity to give me
attitude.
“If I ever say, that I want to be a cop, shoot me, will
you?” One of the girls asked her friends.
“They won’t have to, I’ll do it for them,” I said in a low
whisper. The entire time they were cataloging my flaws and their disdain for my
job, I was straddling my sheriff’s motorcycle, while parked in a convenience
store’s parking lot. The owner had been having problems with teenagers coming
in after school harassing his patrons. Case and point.
A loud wolf whistle pierced the air, and I turned to find a
boy hanging out of a truck. I rolled my eyes as the girls started to
giggle.
“Oh my god, Devin just whistled at you,” one of the girls
said.
“I can’t believe it, does that mean he thinks I’m pretty?”
“Oh, Breezy, of course it does. You’re so pretty,” her
friends reassured her.
“You really think so? I need to lose weight . . .”
I smiled as I watched her twirl one loose strand around a
finger. The only thing missing was her blowing a giant wad of bubble gum. It
was all a little too cliché for me.
The boys in the truck pulled out and the girls got into
their car and chased them. In their pursuit they plowed through an intersection
ignoring a stop sign and cutting off several cars.
I rolled my eyes. Fuck.
Nothing beat the feeling of twisting the throttle, the sun
beating down on my back, or the vibration between my legs. Holy shit, I
couldn’t believe that I just thought that, but it was true. There was just
something about being on a Harley, and I was one of the lucky few who got to
ride to my heart’s content since I not only rode for fun but also rode for
work.
Okay, one thing beat all of that—the adrenaline rush I got
every time I flipped on my lights, which I did a second before I went after the
pale yellow Volkswagen Beetle. Some days, karma was a bitch and others she was
your best friend, kind of like today. Yeah, Karma and I, we go way back.
“Well, hello, ladies, it seems that you were in a hurry.” I
slightly lowered my sunglasses and smirked at three stunned teenagers. “I’m
going to need to see your license and registration.”
“I can’t get a ticket; I’ll be grounded from my car.”
“You probably should have thought about that before you blew
threw the stop sign and cut off those other vehicles.”
“But we came out of the parking lot and turned right. The
stop sign is, like, right there, she already stopped and checked when she came
out,” the blonde explained, obviously acting as the leader of the pack from the
passenger seat.
“Number one, that doesn’t matter. You have to stop at every
stop sign. Number two, you didn’t stop at the one in the parking lot either.”
“Just give me the ticket.” The driver turned to her friends.
“I’ll just pay it before anyone knows.”
“I’m actually writing you for two different tickets for
failure to come to a complete stop as well as reckless driving since you cut
off those other cars.” I glanced down at the registration I held in my hands.
“Oh, this isn’t your name on the title of the car.”
“No, it’s my dad’s. He gave me the car for my birthday.”
“I’m going to have to call your parents since it is in his
name.” I glanced down at her driver’s license and bit back a scoff. Breezy
Kidd, yes, that was her fucking name, no shit.
“You can’t do that,” the girl in the passenger seat
demanded. “This is harassment. You are harassing us.”
I leaned down so I was at eye level. “What’s your name?”
“I don’t have to tell you.”
“Umm, actually you do. All three of you have to hand your
IDs over to me.”
The one girl in the back seat complied and passed hers
forward, but the girl in the passenger seat was on my last nerve. “I don’t have
it with me.”
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