CUFF ME
New York's Finest #3
Lauren Layne
Releasing on March 29th, 2016
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Vincent knows he's not the most charming of the Moretti
brothers. He prefers brooding to flirting, reading to talking,
and he sure as hell isn't about to give into his mother's
insistence that he 'settle down with a nice girl.' Luckily,
Vincent's gig as one of the NYPD's top homicide detectives
keeps him busy. As does his long-time partner, Jill Henley–a
tough-as-nails cop with the face of an angel and smart
mouth that makes Vincent crazy in all the worst ways.
After six years of working the homicide beat with the tight-
lipped Vincent Moretti, Jill figure she knows him better than
anyone. Which is not at all. But when their most recent case
points to a potential serial-killer situation, the higher-ups
send them on a rare undercover mission to a place no
NYPD officer dares go: the Upper Eastside.
lipped Vincent Moretti, Jill figure she knows him better than
anyone. Which is not at all. But when their most recent case
points to a potential serial-killer situation, the higher-ups
send them on a rare undercover mission to a place no
NYPD officer dares go: the Upper Eastside.
Now the bureau's most antagonistic set of partners is posing
as Mr. and Mrs. Brooks of Park Avenue. Spending 24/7 in the
suspect's territory brings them closer and closer to their killer . . .
and closer to each other. Soon Vincent and Jill are playing
good cop/bad cop in and out of bed, and Jill's falling hard.
But can she convince Vincent to give her a shot as partner
in life, as well as at the bureau?
as Mr. and Mrs. Brooks of Park Avenue. Spending 24/7 in the
suspect's territory brings them closer and closer to their killer . . .
and closer to each other. Soon Vincent and Jill are playing
good cop/bad cop in and out of bed, and Jill's falling hard.
But can she convince Vincent to give her a shot as partner
in life, as well as at the bureau?
Want More Moretti's?
Frisk Me
(New York's Finest #1)
STEAL ME
(New York's Finest #2)
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Vincent
was damn good at his job. It was why he’d been assigned a trainee during Jill’s
leave of absence despite the fact that his lack of people skills was as
legendary as his ability to sniff out even the most clever of murderers.
In
truth, Vincent had been dreading his three months with the near-rookie, but it
had been less painful than expected. Dansen was a good cop. A little green, but
when Dansen was assigned his new partner tomorrow, Vin had no doubts that the
guy would be able to handle whatever came his way.
And
then Vincent’s life would finally get back to normal.
Not
that these three months without Jill had been abnormal, precisely.
He
still worked the same backbreaking schedule. Still saw death more days than
not.
Still
went to breakfast with his family after Mass every Sunday, and argued with his
brothers and occasionally with his sister during said breakfast.
He
still watched sports most evenings, still worked out most mornings.
So
really, his life wasn’t different without Jill at all. Except that it was.
Wildly, horribly different.
He
glanced at his watch. Two hours until her plane landed. Three hours, maybe four
until he’d see her again. Not that he was counting.
“So
you’re good from here?” Vincent asked. “If you need anything, I’ll be ...”
“Yeah,
yeah, I’ll call ya. You never did tell me where you were going.”
“Probably
because it’s none of your Goddamn business.”
Dansen
put a hand to his chest. “I’ve come to love these heart-to-hearts of ours. The
way we count on each other. Confide in each other—” “My cue to leave,” Vincent
grumbled.
He
started to get in the car, when Dansen called his name again.
Vin
shot him an impatient look and was surprised when the usually confident Dansen
looked away briefly before meeting his eyes.
“Hey,
I just wanted to say.. .” Dansen cleared his throat from across the hood of the
car, and Vin tensed, knowing what was coming.
God,
he hated shit like this.
“You
can drop the detective,” Vincent said roughly. “Just call me Moretti. Or Vin.
Whatever.”
Dansen’s
smile flashed white across his dark face. “Do you know how many cops dream of
the day when they’re given permission to call one of the members of the royal
family by their first name?”
“Oh
Jesus. Don’t start that again.”
For
the most part, Dansen had done a remarkable job of not irritating Vincent to
the extreme over the past three months. But Dansen’s ridiculous hero worship of
Vincent’s last name grated on his nerves. Yet another reason he couldn’t wait
for Jill to get back.
Jill,
who’d never cared that Vincent’s father was the recently retired police
commissioner. Or that his older brother was a captain. Or that his younger brother
was the NYPD’s most famous officer.
Or
that his grandfather had been a cop and his mother had been a police
dispatcher.. .
Okay,
so maybe Vincent could sort of understand where Dansen was coming from. The
Morettis were kind of NYPD royalty.
And
Vincent was proud to be a part of it. Proud to carry on the legacy.
He
just got damn tired of the ass kissing.
“Seriously
though, thanks,” Dansen said. “Couldn’t have asked for a better detective to
show me the ropes. A nicer one, sure. A better-looking one, definitely. And you
can be a real—”
“Asshole,
I know,” Vincent said.
Dansen
held up a finger. “Not what I was going to say. I think that’s the first time
you’ve tried to finish my sentence and gotten it wrong.”
“I’m
never wrong,” Vin said out of habit.
“Fine.”
Dansen rolled his eyes. “You’re an asshole. Happy?”
Vin
didn’t bother responding, just lifted his hand in a final farewell to Dansen
before the younger man could say whatever it was he’d wanted to say, and
lowered himself into the car.
Vincent
slid on his aviator sunglasses as he fastened his seat belt.
Vin
kept his face perfectly blank until he’d pulled away from the curb and merged
into traffic.
Only
then, only out of sight of prying eyes, did he let a smile overtake his face. A
smile that quickly became a grin as he headed toward his longtime barber for a
very overdue haircut.
He
told himself that his decision to get his hair cut after weeks of putting it
off had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that he’d be seeing Jill in a
few short hours.
Vincent
had never really given two thoughts to what Jill Henley thought of his looks.
But
then, he and Jill had never spent three months apart. He’d never had a chance
to realize just how much he’d . .. missed her.
Not
that he’d be telling her that.
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Lauren Layne is the USA Today Bestselling author of more
than a dozen contemporary romance novels.
than a dozen contemporary romance novels.
Prior to becoming an author, Lauren worked in e-commerce
and web-marketing. A year after moving from Seattle to
NYC to pursue a writing career, she had a fabulous agent
and multiple New York publishing deals.
and web-marketing. A year after moving from Seattle to
NYC to pursue a writing career, she had a fabulous agent
and multiple New York publishing deals.
Lauren currently lives in Manhattan with her husband and
plus-sized Pomeranian. When not writing, you'll likely find her
running (rarely), reading (sometimes), or at happy hour
(often).
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