COURTING THE COP is a surprising, enjoyable and fun read. Trying to drum up
more customers for her yarn store, Abigail
Brightwater dresses up in a costume. She spots a man
stealing. After all the crime in the neighborhood, Abigail is fed up and
decides to do something about it. She starts chasing the
thief and finally tackles him.
Unfortunately, she soon learns that she just tackled police
detective Brody Donovan and he is royally pissed and ready
to slap the cuffs on her. Instead of arresting her, Brody
comes up with the idea that her bedroom is the perfect place
for a stakeout for a criminal they have been trying to
apprehend.
The unexpected heat between them starts to affect his
concentration. Brody has never been in a serious relationship
so his feelings for Abby scares him so he backs off. Abby has
been deceived and used in a previous relationship so she just
wants someone who wants to be in a relationship with her.
Brody realizes how close he comes to losing the one woman who
has ever meant anything to him. Abby finally sees that Brody
is really committed to their relationship and sees that
COURTING A COP is not so bad after all. Coleen Kwan did a
great job in showing how a commitment-phobic cop comes to terms
with his feelings and how the yarn lady pulls him out of his
comfort zone.
Love can hook you before you know it… Abigail has bigger problems than adjusting to her role as owner of a yarn store she inherited from her aunt. Petty crime is hurting her business, plus that of all the other shops in the area. When she spots a man stealing an orange from a neighboring store, she doesn’t hesitate to give chase—only to discover the man she’s just tackled to the ground is a cop. Detective Brody Donovan is about to slap some cuffs on the woman decked out in a yarn costume, when his better sense prevails. Her apartment is the perfect place to set up a stakeout to catch the criminal who wounded his partner. Specifically, her bedroom. The heat between them unexpectedly fries his concentration, though he can’t figure out why. She’s into ’50s nostalgia. He’s all about his job. She yearns for a man who will court her. He goes through women like tissues. But when the criminal finally surfaces, Brody realizes too late that he’s dangerously close to losing the one woman he never thought he wanted. Warning: Contains a commitment-phobic cop, stolen oranges and flirty aprons, and some heartfelt Shim Sham shimmying.
Excerpt
Abigail led the way back upstairs, all the while conscious of the big cop right behind her and feeling as if she were letting a dangerous tiger into her apartment. Detective Brody Donovan had left a permanent impression on her brain, including the image of him peeling off his shirt to reveal a broad, muscled chest that had got her heart vrooming and other lady parts positively panting. Thank the lord he’d kept his undershirt on or she might have been in serious trouble there. This was the second time they’d met, and again she looked less than optimal. Maybe not as bad as being squashed into a hot, lumpy costume, but still…her teeth needed brushing, and after the restless night she’d endured, her hair looked like a bird’s nest. To make matters worse, Brody was channeling the James Dean look so perfectly he was even sexier than yesterday, which made this early-morning meeting a little awkward. For her, anyway. He didn’t seem fazed by her untidy appearance, but what did he have to go on, anyway? For all he knew she always looked like a mess. “That’s a fancy thingamajig you’re wearing,” he remarked as they entered her apartment. “Looks like something out of Mad Men.” She glanced from her green silk brocade dressing gown to him, unable to resist raising her eyebrows. “You watch that show?” He didn’t look like a Mad Men watcher; he seemed more the Breaking Bad type. “My sister’s a big fan. She likes the dresses and the décor. She’d think this apartment really cool.” Abigail couldn’t help smiling. “Well, Mad Men is set in the sixties. My Aunt Edna was big on the fifties.” “You must be a fan too, judging by that.” He tilted his chin at her dressing gown, and his gaze traveled over her body in a very male, very frank appraisal, making every inch of her aware she was a woman. She should have been offended. She usually didn’t care for men eyeing her like that. But Brody was different. Maybe she liked him appreciating her. Telling herself not to be so silly, she pointed at his gym bag. “I suppose you want to set up your spy cameras in my bedroom?” “Is it unoccupied at the moment, or should I come back later?” She couldn’t help a spurt of color warming her cheeks. “No, it’s empty at the moment. The orgy only starts in the afternoon.” He grinned right back at her. “I’ll have to check in this afternoon, then. Just to make sure my equipment isn’t being, shall we say, violated.” Shoot, why did she have such a runaway mouth in his presence? “You know I’m kidding.” “You were?” He raised his eyebrows in mock disappointment. “And here I was thinking I’d found some fresh entertainment for my Sunday afternoons.” “I doubt you’ll find anything entertaining around here, at least not your kind.” He considered her for a moment, his eyes becoming thoughtful as he went over her one more time. “You might be surprised.” Before she could reply, he walked down the hall and into her bedroom.
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