Why is experienced FBI agent Sarah Roberts starting over as a small-town beat cop? She has to be working undercover. Stuck with the job of training her, police officer Nick Matthews knows exactly who Sarah is spying on: him. If he ever wants to live down his past, he'll train her well, but won't say one word beyond the manual. Yet it is Sarah's past that comes crashing down on them. And trusting his new partner becomes a matter of life and death—and love.
“Combes Badge of Honor” is a true story of chronicle moments of my experience over a period of time, paying special attention to my work as a peace officer and an instance when, “I risked my profession for a justifiable cause.” It is a story of a lone survivor that seeks to characterize a “political hierarchy” and “to bring light to a horrible dishonor committed against what we so dearly love, our freedom.” As I consider some of the people and events seemingly influencing my perspective, I also highlight qualities relating to loyalty and belief in various forms.
Summer is winding down for Emerson, an almost-12-year-old boy raised with computers and video games who’s been spending the vacation with his Navajo grandfather at sheep camp. Suddenly Grandpa Charlie is bitten by a rattlesnake, and Emerson, who has only driven around the lonely mesa, must now drive his grandfather to the E.R. in Shiprock. Left on his own when the hospital decides to keep Grandpa overnight, Emerson becomes caught up with a ring of thieves when he discovers a bag of native jewelry and war medals they had stolen—including a gold medallion belonging to a Navajo code talker. Introduction to the morning corn pollen ceremony makes Emerson determined to try harder to walk in beauty. But the gang knows he has something they want, and are determined to find where it is. Escaping the thieves and trying to help the police catch them draws Emerson deeper into the traditional ways of the reservation’s people. But as the time draw near for his mother to take him home again, new dangers threaten, leading to a meeting with the old Code Talker, whose courage, intelligence, and honor make him proud to share his Navajo heritage.
Twelve-year-old Jeremiah “Jem” Coulter knows that Goldtown, California, has seen the last of the gold rush. But the flecks of gold he and an old prospector, “Strike,” find in their played-out claim on Cripple Creek spur Jem’s hope of striking it rich. In the meantime, he and his sister, Ellie, sell frog legs and firewood to bring in extra cash. When Jem’s father accepts a job as sheriff of lawless Goldtown, Jem is suddenly saddled with an additional responsibility—to run their broken-down ranch. He faces a hard path as he tries to be a man and make his father proud, but then Cripple Creek mysteriously dries up and Strike suddenly disappears. Jem is determined to find out why. Can anything be worse than being a sheriff’s kid? Will outlaws use his father’s badge for target practice? Is that silver star just a target . . . or truly a badge of honor? Readers ages 8 to 14 fell in love with Susan Marlow’s Circle C Adventures. Now the same adventurous spirit and historical lure are back in a brand new series featuring a new cast of characters and exciting escapades. As educational as it is entertaining, the Goldtown Adventures series is one the whole family will enjoy.
TRINITY STREET WEST RANK HAD ITS PRIVILEGES… But they didn't include getting involved with a subordinate. Police chief Miguel de los Reyes had worked with Sergeant Kit Walker for years, but never this closely. Now he found himself looking for excuses to be near her, to touch her…and to ravish her irresistible mouth with his. All Kit had ever wanted was to be a cop. There was no room in her life for love. But she couldn't deny the racing of her pulse whenever Miguel was near. Still, even if Miguel felt the same about her, it wasn't exactly the wisest career move to fall for the chief of police. TRINITY STREET WEST Where danger lies around every corner—and the biggest danger of all is falling in love.
Scars—a badge of honor denoting strength. Milly My hellish month is looking up! I’ve scored a private nursing job. No more sleeping in my car, stressing about my debts. My patient is a military man. Gorgeous. Tattooed. Built. He’s also temporarily blind and tries to sack me during my first hour on the job. I’m way past desperate, so let him try to banish me. Connor All I want is to recover and return to my men in Afghanistan. The problem is without my sight, I’m helpless as a kitten. My family treats me like a child. When they get tired of my temper, they hire her. The woman is determined, I’ll give her that, and there’s something about her that intrigues me, makes my mind wander to kissing and pleasure and soft curves. Too bad we have no future. Contains a grumpy, injured military man, a scarred nurse, and a little small town instalove, which makes everything better.
Badge of Honor goes beyond mere analysis, offering insights into officers' daily challenges while on duty. It explores the repercussions of calls to defund the police, revealing the adverse impacts of departmental cutbacks that impede officers and detrimentally affect the quality of life for the communities they serve.
Scars—a badge of honor denoting strength. Milly My hellish month is looking up! I’ve scored a private nursing job. No more sleeping in my car, stressing about my debts. My patient is a military man. Gorgeous. Tattooed. Built. He’s also temporarily blind and tries to sack me during my first hour on the job. I’m way past desperate, so let him try to banish me. Connor All I want is to recover and return to my men in Afghanistan. The problem is without my sight, I’m helpless as a kitten. My family treats me like a child. When they get tired of my temper, they hire her. The woman is determined, I’ll give her that, and there’s something about her that intrigues me, makes my mind wander to kissing and pleasure and soft curves. Too bad we have no future. Contains a grumpy, injured military man, a scarred nurse, and a little small town instalove, which makes everything better.
