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.
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$%. CEO I’m the hard-ass president and CEO of a multimillion dollar company. I have rules and do things strictly by the book. Until sweet and innocent Holly crashes her car in a thunderstorm, and I take her to my cabin—my off limits sanctuary—for safety.
She’s way too innocent for me and I know it—and I should leave it that. If I knew what was good for me I would. But fu%$ 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.
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.
This true story of an ex-Marine who fought crime as an undercover cop, a narcotics agent, and finally a federal prosecutor spans a decade of crime fighting and narrow escapes. Charlie Spillers dealt with a remarkable variety of career criminals, including heroin traffickers, safecrackers, burglars, auto thieves, and members of Mafia and Mexican drug smuggling operations. In this riveting tale, the author recounts fascinating experiences and the creative methods he used to succeed and survive in a difficult and sometimes extremely dangerous underworld life. As a young officer with the Baton Rouge Police Department, ex-Marine Charlie Spillers first went undercover to infiltrate criminal groups to gather intelligence. Working alone and often unarmed, he constantly attempted to walk the thin line between triumph and disaster. When on the hunt, his closest associates were safecrackers, prostitutes, and burglars. His abilities propelled him into years of undercover work inside drug trafficking rings. But the longer he worked, the greater the risks. His final and perhaps most significant action in Baton Rouge was leading a battle against corruption in the police department itself. After Baton Rouge, he joined the Mississippi Bureau of Narcotics and for the next five years continued working undercover, from the Gulf Coast to Memphis; and from New Orleans to Houston, Texas. He capped off a unique career by becoming a federal prosecutor and the justice attaché for Iraq. In this book, he shares his most intriguing exploits and exciting undercover stings, putting readers in the middle of the action.
He was one of the most decorated cops in the history of NYPD. From his "wiseguy" relatives, he learned the meaning of honor and loyalty. From his fellow cops, he learned the meaning of betrayal. MAFIA COP His father, Ralph "Fat the Gangster" Eppolito, was stone-cold Mafia hit-man. Lou Eppolito, however, chose to live by different code; he chose the uniform of NYPD. And he was one of the best -- a good, tough, honest cop down the line. Butu even his sterling record, his headline-making heroism, couldn't protect him when the police brass decided to take him down. Although completely exonerated of charges that he had passed secrets to the mob, Lou didn't stand a chance. They had taken something from him they couldn't give back: his dignity and his pride. Now, here's the powerful story, told in Lou Eppolito's own words, of the bloody Mafia hit that claimed his uncle and cousin...of his middle-of-the-night meeting with "Boss of Bosses" Paul Castellano...of one good cop who survived eight shootouts and saved hundreds of victims, who was persecuted, prosecuted, and ultimately betrayed by his own department. Full of hard drama and gritty truth, Mafia Cop gives a vivid, inside look at life in the Family, on the force, and on the mean streets of New York.
"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)
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