Say hello to Jeanne St James as she drops
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BOOK SYNOPSIS
Meet the men of Manning Grove, three
small-town cops and brothers, who meet the women who will change the rest of
their lives. This is Marc’s story…
Officer Marc Bryson doesn’t believe women should be
in law enforcement. Ever. When his
older brother, Max, is promoted to the small town’s police chief what does he
do? Hires a woman fresh out of the academy and makes Marc her Field Training
Officer.
Determined to follow in her late father’s footsteps,
Leah Grant has the moxie to break any glass ceiling that stands in her way from becoming a police officer. Even
if that means proving to her coach—who only wants her in his bed and not in the
field—she’s worthy of being a permanent member of the force.
Working in a man’s world, Leah challenges Marc’s
misconceptions about women in the line of duty. But as they struggle to
separate their work life from their undeniable chemistry, things continue to
steam up and get a little kinky. These two officers of the law must toe the
line after being caught red-handed.
But in the end can Leah prove to Marc that she is
good as backup as well as in bed?
Marc by Jeanne St. James
Series Brothers In Blue #2
Genre Adult, Contemporary Romance, Erotic Romance
Publisher Independent
Publication Date February 12, 2017
Goodreads https://goo.gl/sFqOQo
Amazon http://amzn.to/2kODahR
Brothers In Blue: Max on Amazon http://amzn.to/2jRP5tr
Series Brothers In Blue #2
Genre Adult, Contemporary Romance, Erotic Romance
Publisher Independent
Publication Date February 12, 2017
Goodreads https://goo.gl/sFqOQo
Amazon http://amzn.to/2kODahR
Brothers In Blue: Max on Amazon http://amzn.to/2jRP5tr
ABOUT JEANNE ST. JAMES
JEANNE ST. JAMES is an erotic romance author who loves an Alpha male (or
two). She was only 13 started writing when she started writing since it gave
her an escape from teenage angst! Her first paid published piece was an erotic
story in Playgirl magazine. Her first erotic romance novel, Banged Up, was
published in 2009. She is happily owned by farting French bulldogs. She writes
M/F, M/M, and M/M/F ménages.
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Excerpt
Marc let himself in his parents’ front door, his
ten-month old puppy, Menace, squeezing past him in a rush.
“Jeez, asshole, you almost knocked me over,” he
scolded the dog, not that the gangly mastiff was listening. He was already
bee-lining to the kitchen where he knew there would be food. After all, he was
a growing dog, now wasn’t he.
Marc was beat. After doing the double-back from
the three to eleven shift last night to working the seven to three shift this
morning, he was freaking exhausted. And he wasn’t even including the wrestling
he and Leah had gotten into on the mat. That had taken a toll also, as well as
their stilted conversations throughout the rest of the day.
He didn’t seem to be the only one relieved at
three when their shift ended. He bet Leah had gone home and collapsed. If he
hadn’t already committed to dinner at his parents’, he’d be snoozing on the
couch with the TV on, a cold beer next to him, and a farting mastiff doubling
as a blanket.
But family obligations and all that. And anyway,
his mother was a better cook than him. So no complaints there.
He followed the direction Menace had gone and
ended up in the kitchen. The oversized puppy sat at his mother’s feet, his tail
thumping heavily against the floor, as she stirred something on the stove.
“Smells good, Ma.” He walked over and peered into
the pot before landing a loud, sloppy kiss on her cheek.
Mary Ann Bryson pushed him away with a laugh.
“Stop it. You’re as bad as Dennis with sloppy kisses. You’re never going to
find a woman if you kiss like that.”
Ew. He’d never kiss her the same way as he would
a woman. Not his mother.
And, obviously, one of his mother’s immediate
goals in life was to get him hitched and to start producing offspring like he
was a prized farm animal.
“Ma, his name is Menace.”
She wiped her hands on the dish towel tucked into
her waistband. “You know I refuse to call him that.”
“You don’t have any problem with Chaos’ name.”
Marc could see no difference between his puppy’s
name and Max and Amanda’s border collie Chaos. It was probably only because Max
was her first born. Being the middle child always sucked.
His mother just waved her hand at him like he was
a gnat buzzing near her ear.
“Who names their dog Menace?”
Marc spun toward the female voice. The rookie
stood in the doorway to the kitchen, leaning against the jamb, her arms crossed
at her chest.
What in the holy fuck was she doing here?
“Someone cool, that’s who,” he answered her with
a frown. He lifted his hands up in question wanting to know what the hell was
happening here.
Leah ignored the gesture and gave him an
exaggerated eye roll. “Someone cool, huh?” If the eye roll was any bigger, she
would’ve sprained them.
She wore form-fitting blue jeans and a maroon,
snug—Yes!—long-sleeved T-shirt. Her
feet were bare against the wood floor, and—Sweet
baby Jesus—her hair was down. It draped around her shoulders like a silk
curtain. Straight as an ironing board. Not one curl to be seen.
An image of him running his fingers through all
that length flashed through him, but he pushed it away when he noticed the dark
smudges under both of her eyes. She was just as exhausted as he was.
Menace got off his lanky ass and barreled toward
her like a galloping giraffe. Leah moved to brace herself before the impact.
Marc rushed forward and snagged his collar just in time as the dog launched
himself at her.
“Settle, you fool,” he told the excited puppy.
Ignoring the near disaster, his mother asked in
her booming voice, “Oh Leah! How was your shower?”
“Hot and deliciously wonderful.”
Like the woman in front of him.
“I’m sure it felt good after that stupid quick
turnaround shift. Those ridiculous things. I don’t know why the department does
that. I’ve never agreed with it, even when your father did them way back when.”
She shook the wooden spoon at Marc before turning back to the stove.
It was Marc’s turn to roll his eyes. Like he had any control over double-back
shifts. She needed to talk to her eldest son, the one that was actually in charge. “Where’s Pop?”
“I don’t know. But you know he won’t miss dinner.
That man never misses a meal. Honey, why don’t you go into the living room and
cuddle up with a blanket until dinner is done.”
Great idea! He could use a little nap.
“That sounds like a plan,” Leah murmured and she
disappeared into the next room. Menace followed on her heels.
Apparently, his mother hadn’t been talking to
him, her own son. Leah had usurped the “honey” title in the house. That was
just wrong. But never mind that, why
was his mother acting as though she was family? Was Leah related somehow and
Max never said anything? He thought back in horror at the episode in the
wrestling gym earlier.
No way.
Marc brought this voice down to a rough whisper.
“What’s she doing here? She’s not related to us, right?”
Oh say no. Please
say no.
“No, silly! When Max hired her, she had no place
to stay, so we offered to put her up until she finds a place of her own.”
Fucking Max. “So Max suggested
this?”
“Yes. He actually encouraged it.”
He was going to kill his brother. It was bad
enough that he not only hired a
woman, but he was making Marc coach
her, and now… Now his pupil, recruit,
rookie—fuck—his sexual fantasy was
living in his parent’s home. Right. Next. Door.
Pork roll. Pig cheeks. Pork belly.
Shit.
“Don’t you think it’s a noble gesture that she
wanted to become a police officer like her father?”
When his mother spoke, he realized he’d been
staring blindly at the empty doorway since Leah had left. He shook his head to
clear it. “What? What are you talking about?”
“Her wanting to be a cop after her dad died in
the line of duty.”
Now he’d have to resurrect Max’s dead body and
kill him all over again. “Yeah, that’s great,” he said absently, thinking about
all the ways he could murder his older brother and dispose of the body.
His mother stopped what she was doing and glanced
at him. “You did know, didn’t you?”
“Yes, Ma. Of course I did. She’s my rookie.”
His mother’s eyebrows pinned together as she
clicked her tongue. “Silly, she’s the department’s rookie… Or…is she your rookie, Marc?”
Well if that wasn’t a loaded question then he didn’t
know what was. And he certainly was not falling into his mother’s trap. One
slip and she’d have the rings picked out and the venue booked. No matter that
he’d only known Grant for three days. She’s a female and to his mother a
potential candidate for popping out grandchildren. She probably already
inspected Leah’s womb, just to check her potential.
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