Not only is she too young for me, she’s my partner’s daughter for Christ’s sake. If I know what’s good for me, I’ll stay far, far away. I’m a cop, with the law to uphold, but when I find her trying to stave off unwanted advances, I give her a safe word, insisting she text me with it if she ever finds herself in trouble. Only problem is, I had no idea what I was getting myself in to. Or maybe I did. Either way, years later when all grown up Layla texts me, and I discover she used the safe word to lure me into her bed, I know I’m in all kinds of trouble. I’m not violating any rules, but this is my best friend’s daughter, which means she’s hands off all the way, right? Then again, they don’t call me Officer Bad Boy because I’m…you know…good.
She’s way too innocent for me and I know it—and I should leave it that. If I knew what was good for me I would. But fu%$ it. I rarely go with what’s good for me, which is why I’m sitting on a goddamn bar stool when I should be back at Penn State, grading papers. I don’t normally stay for a drink after a gig—and I really need to give this shit up—but tonight, I don’t know, there’s just something about the birthday girl that’s throwing me off. I should leave. I’m a psych professor, for Christ’s sakes. Ever hear of code of conduct? Yeah, well I’m violating every rule I promised to uphold—which is why I can’t act on my urges, right? Then again, they don’t call me Professor Bad Boy because I’m…you know…good.
I might be a sports medicine doctor but nothing could have prepared me for my best friend's kid sister. When she steps into my bedroom, dressed in a short, sexy robe, asking me to examine her…groin…I nearly bite off my tongue. This girl is hands off all the way. But dammit if little Kitty Kat hasn't grown into a gorgeous tigress. She drops her robe and exposes silky lingerie, tempting me in ways that Fu%& me over. I should put a stop to her games. I want to put a stop to them. Taking her to my bed is wrong, right? Then again, they don't call me Bad Boy Doctor, because I'm…you know…good.
Professor She’s way too innocent for me and I know it—and I should leave it that. If I knew what was good for me I would. Cop I’m not violating any rules, but this is my best friend’s daughter, which means she’s hands off all the way, right? Fighter She’s a good girl from the right side of the track. I’m anything but. Which means I should keep my goddamn eyes and my hand to myself. Gamer I have no idea why Raelynn Walker is pretending to be her famous recording artist sister. I know it’s been five years since high school, but did she honestly think I wouldn’t recognize the shy twin? Millionaire She’s my best friend’s kid sister, and I had long ago vowed to keep away. But when she asks me to help make her dream man jealous at her work’s annual weekend getaway, I just about lose my Sh$%. CEO I’m the hard-ass president and CEO of a multimillion dollar company. I have rules and do things strictly by the book. Until sweet and innocent Holly crashes her car in a thunderstorm, and I take her to my cabin—my off limits sanctuary—for safety.
Professor: She’s way too innocent for me and I know it—and I should leave it that. If I knew what was good for me I would. But fu%$ it. I rarely go with what’s good for me, which is why I’m sitting on a goddamn bar stool when I should be back at Penn State, grading papers. I don’t normally stay for a drink after a gig—and I really need to give this shit up—but tonight, I don’t know, there’s just something about the birthday girl that’s throwing me off. I should leave. I’m a psych professor, for Christ’s sakes. Ever hear of code of conduct? Yeah, well I’m violating every rule I promised to uphold—which is why I can’t act on my urges, right? Then again, they don’t call me Professor Bad Boy because I’m…you know…good. Officer: Not only is she too young for me, she’s my partner’s daughter for Christ’s sake. If I know what’s good for me, I’ll stay far, far away. I’m a cop, with the law to uphold, but when I find her trying to stave off unwanted advances, I give her a safe word, insisting she text me with it if she ever finds herself in trouble. Only problem is, I had no idea what I was getting myself in to. Or maybe I did. Either way, years later when all grown up Layla texts me, and I discover she used the safe word to lure me into her bed, I know I’m in all kinds of trouble. I’m not violating any rules, but this is my best friend’s daughter, which means she’s hands off all the way, right? Then again, they don’t call me Officer Bad Boy because I’m…you know…good. Fighter: She’s a good girl from the right side of the tracks. I’m anything but. Which means I should keep my goddamn eyes and my hand to myself. But the thing is, I’m a fighter. My hands are my life, and sometimes they have a mind of their own—and most times they take without permission. When she agrees to a drink after my fight I take the mayor’s daughter to a nice restaurant. Only problem is she keeps licking her lips and that Sh$% is turning me on. I order her to the bathroom with plans to follow her in. If I knew what was good for me, I’d walk away, combat my plans to corrupt the good girl. Then again, they don’t call me Fighter Bad Boy, because I’m…you know…good. SEAL: Bonus Book, I’m a Navy SEAL for Christ’s sake. A law-abiding citizen with steely determination, and a rigid control that never wavers—until she walks in. She ‘s looking for trouble. Of that I have no doubt. I should walk away, but damned if she doesn’t have that hot librarian look about her, and that sh$% is straight out of my fantasies. When I see the spark in her eyes as she visually feasts on me, I can’t help but want to ignite it, and create our own set of fireworks this Fourth of July. But taking her to the back room and bending her over the pool table is wrong, right? Then again, they don’t call me SEAL Bad Boy, because I’m…you know…good.
Juveniles possess less maturity, intelligence, and competence than adults, which heightens their vulnerability in the justice system. For this reason, states try juveniles in separate courts and use different sentencing standards than for adults. Yet, when police bring kids in for questioning, they use the same tactics they use for adults to elicit confessions or to produce incriminating evidence to use against them. In Kids, Cops, and Confessions, the author offers the first report of what actually happens when police question juveniles. Analyzing interrogation tapes and transcripts, police reports, juvenile court filings, and probation and sentencing reports, he describes in rich detail what actually happens inside the interrogation room.
"LOVED it. These books are just getting better and better. Each one filled with morals and emotion.." 5 star, K Birnley One look at the market’s new security specialist starts my heart fluttering—along with other specific body parts. But I know better than to act on my urges with a bad boy who looks at me like he’s been living off rations and I’m the market’s hot lunch special. They say he’s a convict from the wrong side of the tracks. But when he rescues me and bandages up my scuffed knee, I see another side of him. Soon enough he’s rescuing my body in all kinds of ways, and I can’t help but fall for him. If what they say is true, and he is a thief… Will he walk away with my heart when the job is done? Or let go of the past and risk it all for love? Each book in the Line of Duty Series can be read as a Standalone. His Obsession Next Door His Trouble in Tallulah His Taste of Temptation His Moment to Steal His Best Friend's Girl His Reason to Stay His Strings to Pull (Novella)
Focuses on the Mallory Rule regarding the admission of defendants' voluntary statements as evidence if the statements were made after an unnecessary delay.
