Long Arm of the Law

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Jack Geib is a good cop, with a bad boy reputation. He rides his Harley, mountain bikes and rock climbs to blow off steam. Despite his reputation, he’s a good guy who watches out for his friends and Pete Owens, the elderly grandfather of his high school sweetheart Jessica. He’s content with his life but is missing the one girl who got away.
Jessica Owens is a bright-eyed woman who sees the best in people. Especially the people she helps through her therapy practice. She returns home to Port City to take care of the grandfather who raised her after the tragic death of her parents. Now he needs her as a live-in helper, but between Pete’s demands, money issues and her fledgling practice, she is tapped out.
When their lives collide because of Pete, they are forced to work together to help with his care. Can they overcome the hurts of the past to find a future together? 




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Excerpt: 
            Officer Jack Geib stared at the front of the old, run-down house. This wasn’t a drug bust, and it was way worse than his first time testifying in court. Sweat beaded on his forehead and he wiped it away with the back of his hand. He shifted his weight, hitched up his duty belt and sucked in a deep breath.
The house, the woman, the old man who thought he’d been protecting his granddaughter from trouble like Jack by giving him a hard time, despite the fact that the old man loved him like a son. Pete still loved Jack, or so he said when Jack visited him regularly. But this time was different. He had bad news.
He stepped over the cracked board on the rundown porch, so he didn’t fall through. That wouldn’t make a great impression. He sighed.
The bedroom window to the right of the door drew his gaze. He used to crawl through the window late at night so they could spend hours kissing and making love on her small twin bed.
God, he’d loved her.
He’d been a fool thinking that they were putting one over on her grandfather who raised her. Pete knew everything.
Pete had been like a grandfather to him, too. He took Jack aside one afternoon before the infamous breakup to inform Jack that he knew exactly what was going on, and if Jack broke his grandbaby’s heart, he’d be dealing directly with him. The promise, or was it a threat, had shaken him to his core. What would have happened if they’d stayed together or if she’d gotten pregnant? They were kids. They knew damn near nothing of life. He’d learned a lot after Jessica left town though.
He took another step toward the door but stepped on a squeaky board that hadn’t been there before. The noise was sure to bring someone to investigate. He looked down at the last few steps to the door. He could do it.
Jack was a daredevil. He thought nothing of riding his bike down the ridge of a mountain or parachuting off a cliff he’d just climbed. These days his actions were more controlled, thought out. They had to be in his profession. But standing here building up the courage to knock on this particular door was terrifying.
He wasn’t afraid of Pete, exactly. He’d been keeping tabs on the old man without letting him know. After Jessica ran off to northern Maine to save the world, Jack had made it his mission to make sure Pete was okay.
Protecting Pete was the only reason Jack was about to knock on this door. At least that’s what he told himself. He needed a little internal pep talk as his heart rate soared.
His physical reaction to his knock-and-talk had nothing to do with Jessica’s recent return to Port City. The grapevine had been rife with gossip. Jessica was back and she looked like she was here to stay. They’d said she looked the same and had spent a day unloading her little car.
Jack groaned. He had to do this. The damn electric nerves coursing through his body making him as nervous as a rookie staring down the barrel of a Taser, had nothing to do with Jessica.  
            He shook his head to clear it. He had a job to do, nothing more. Hitching up his duty belt again, he straightened his tie and knocked. Time to do this.
            “Can you get that, Pete?”
            The familiar lilt in her voice hit Jack like a punch and his stomach fell to his knees and his groin reacted on its own. He shuffled in place.
            “Obviously I can’t do anything right. Maybe I’ll open it the wrong way,” a familiar, gruff voice from Jack’s childhood hollered back.
            He thought about knocking again just to remind them he was there when the door swung open.
            There she was.
She was taller and more rounded in all the right spots, and her wavy blond hair was longer.
He took a moment to drink her in. From the jut of her chin to the curves on her breasts incased in a pink tank top to her long, long legs. His body reacted in a completely unprofessional way.  Sure, she was ten years older, and she had smile lines around her sensuous full lips. He had a moment of jealousy that he wasn’t the reason she’d been smiling over the last ten years. The look of irritation in her narrowed eyes was a trait he remembered well. The tilt of her pink lips formed a crooked smile and the years fell away. He ached to sweep her into his arms and drag her into a dark corner. To feel her body react to him the way he’d dreamed about since he’d heard the rumors she was home.
He resisted the urge.
He should have sent someone else for this assignment.  

Annie Get Your Gun
 In the world of competitive pistol shooting, Annie Becker is at the top in the male dominated field. She grew up being told that women are not as good as men at shooting. Despite that, Annie has one goal in mind – to win the International Defensive Pistol Association top prize. Which would prove that women are for more than sex and sandwiches. No one is more dedicated than Annie and no one and nothing will distract her.
Marine Nick Hodge just returned from a tour overseas and is looking for a way to connect with society. When a coach at the local shooting range approaches to ask him to compete, he figures, what the heck? What he doesn’t expect is a female teammate who’d rather put the bullets in him than down range.
Nick is inspired by Annie’s talent and drive. However, Annie seems blind to the coach’s bullying. He makes it his mission to prove to Annie that not all men treat women like second-class citizens.
Nick’s good looking and he shoots straight, but she wants it all and he’s a distraction she can’t afford. Will they discover there’s more to shooting than hitting the target?

Flashbangs and Nightsticks

Kasey Shea is an aggressive police officer. She’s always out trying to prove herself to her family and the department, until she goes too far, and they put her on the worst detail for her – the hooker patrol.

DEA agent Dusty Detroit is undercover in Port City looking for a drug dealer who is shipping drugs from Maine to Boston using a black pearl as a sort of calling card. All his leads go nowhere until he meets an unconventional prostitute.

Sparks fly when undercover Kasey meets undercover Dusty, until they realize that they have both been working for the same side, the good guys. They struggle to trust one another after their unconventional meeting. However, working together gets them closer to the answers they are seeking. And, the answer just might put them both in the sites of the drug lord’s gun.

Don’t wait to read this fun, suspenseful, sexy novel.

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