BURNOUT
Tee O’Fallon
June 13, 2016
Romantic Suspense
He’s been a cop too long
not to recognize the signs of a woman running from her past.
She’s not who she says she
is—and isn’t about to share her secrets.
Sexy-as-sin Police Chief
Mike Flannery knows the new arrival to Hopewell Springs is trouble. She has a
smoking-hot body and a quick wit…and he’ll be damned if that’s not a turn-on.
But this former NYPD cop and small-town heartthrob has been burned before, and
there’s no way he’ll let that happen again.
New York City Detective
Cassie Yates is on the run. A six-month undercover sting in a sleazy bar seemed
like a textbook arrest—but now there’s a hit out on her. Armed with fake ID,
her K-9 companion, and a police-issued SUV, she flees to a quiet upstate town
where she trades her badge and gun for a spatula, finally finding peace in the
dream she tossed aside to follow her family into law enforcement.
There’s no denying the fire
and ice between them. But as the hired assassin closes in, Mike’s past comes
roaring back and secrets are revealed in an explosion destined to tear them
apart—if not destroy them.
Beneath one of the ledges where various pots, pans,
and plates were stacked, a shapely blue jean-clad ass wiggled into view. Mike’s
lips twitched upward. It was one ass he didn’t recognize, and it was his job to
know everyone in town. He cocked his head to ass-ess the situation from
another angle.
Definitely don’t know her. I’d remember an ass that
great.
The body attached to the spectacular backside
puttered beneath the counter, clearly searching for something and not finding
it. Metal smacked against metal again, making Mike grimace. The woman made more
noise with stainless steel than a brass band. She rose and bumped her head on
the ledge. A stream of muted curses spewed out of her mouth as she clapped her
palm on top of her head and angled toward him.
The woman
from last week.
The first woman who’d got his blood pumping in a
very long time, and it had been far too long since he’d been with a woman who
could actually do that. Particularly since he’d made himself a personal vow
years ago not to get too involved. He sure as hell didn’t need to go through
that again. It had just about killed him. Literally.
Mike continued to watch her fume behind the
counter. This woman had something about her, and it wasn’t just her looks. He’d
been with lots of beautiful women, but he’d never had to reel his tongue back
into his mouth before.
A bright red, sleeveless V-neck shirt hugged her
sizeable breasts. His gaze slid to the white apron tied at her slim waist.
About five-six and with the thickest, shiniest red hair he’d ever seen. Today,
unlike last week, she had it tied back in a ponytail. Sunlight pouring in
through the café’s windows glinted off her hair like flames. She turned fully
toward him and began to smile. Then she froze, the smile vanishing. Her bright
green eyes widened and her jaw dropped.
Did she remember him?
Their meeting had been brief, but he damn sure
hadn’t forgotten those striking emerald eyes, that cleavage he’d gotten a good
look at, and—hell—he hadn’t forgotten a single part of that hot, athletic body.
He’d thought about her during his entire drive down to Albany but never
expected to come back and find her working at the Nest.
Ah, shit. Don’t even think it. You don’t need the
complication.
She lowered her gaze to his boots, then began a
slow perusal up his legs to his chest. The expression on her face changed from
one of shock to disappointment. By the time her eyes locked with his, her
luscious lips frowned.
What, did I arrest her and forget? No way. Not
possible I’d forget a woman that looked like her.
The bell over the Nest’s front door jangled. After
a furtive glance at the door, she grabbed what looked like a brand-new menu,
stomped toward him, and thrust it at his chest. “What can I get you?” Her face
was now a mask of cool indifference.
Mike furrowed his brows. “Great to see you again,
too.” He accepted the menu and sat on the stool at the end of the counter. “We
met last week. Or don’t you remember?”
Green eyes held his, and he took the moment to
admire her clear, sun-kissed complexion. He got a strong whiff of the same
scent she’d worn last week. Some kind of flower.
“I remember.” She picked up an order pad and a pen.
Her tone was laced with a touch of irritation. “I didn’t expect to see you
again. In uniform.”
Ah. There
it is. A cop-hater.
Tee O'Fallon has been a federal agent for twenty-two
years, giving her hands-on experience in the field of law enforcement that she
combines with her love of romantic suspense. Tee's job affords her the unique
opportunity to work with the heroic and sexy men in law enforcement on a daily
basis. For Tee, research is the easy part!
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