Judson Blackwolf thinks women in law enforcement should work behind the scenes. The prospect of working with his Captain’s sexy daughter doesn’t thrill him. He only agrees in hopes of solving the murder of his one time mentor’s daughter. Once the case is over, he’s moving to Montana to heal his wounds from the loss of his last partner.
Genre: Light-hearted romantic suspense with humor
- Christine's Website | Twitter | Facebook | Goodreads
- Some Like It In Handcuffs on Amazon | Barnes & Noble | The Wild Rose Press
- Publication Date: March 20, 2012
Excerpt
“This isn’t how I wanted it between us.” Judson grabbed the neckline of her sweater, dragging her body to meet his with a solid thump. Sunny licked her lips in answer to the question in his eyes. He lowered his head to move his mouth over hers.
Sunny closed her eyes, a small whimper escaping her lips. She didn’t want it like this either, but that wasn’t possible. Unable to resist her attraction she accepted it wasn’t an affair, or a long distance romance she craved, but for him to love her back. It was all or nothing for her. Her heart sank. She accepted this as their goodbye kiss.
With no thought to what was happening upstairs, Sunny rose up on her toes demanding more. Her lips pulsated against Judson’s. When his hand trembled against her cheek in a soft caress she lost touch with reality.
“Judson.” Sunny’s weakened body drifted farther into Judson’s as his fingers glided down her arms, pulling them to her sides where their fingers intertwined. He forced them behind her before his tongue thrust into her mouth.
Their bodies molded together, she heard her own heartbeat and his as well when he curved his fingers around her rear and squeezed.
That’s when the click of the handcuffs against her wrist connected her to the handle of the locked cupboard.
“What the hell…Judson?” She looked up at him, her knees shook, her body still inflamed with fever.
“Like I was saying, you wait here and I’ll go upstairs to check it out. Backup’s already been called, so you’re safe until your brothers arrive.” Judson winked before walking toward the steps to the third level. Once he reached them he turned toward her and smiled. “Gotcha,” he whispered with his notorious grin.
Sunny closed her eyes, a small whimper escaping her lips. She didn’t want it like this either, but that wasn’t possible. Unable to resist her attraction she accepted it wasn’t an affair, or a long distance romance she craved, but for him to love her back. It was all or nothing for her. Her heart sank. She accepted this as their goodbye kiss.
With no thought to what was happening upstairs, Sunny rose up on her toes demanding more. Her lips pulsated against Judson’s. When his hand trembled against her cheek in a soft caress she lost touch with reality.
“Judson.” Sunny’s weakened body drifted farther into Judson’s as his fingers glided down her arms, pulling them to her sides where their fingers intertwined. He forced them behind her before his tongue thrust into her mouth.
Their bodies molded together, she heard her own heartbeat and his as well when he curved his fingers around her rear and squeezed.
That’s when the click of the handcuffs against her wrist connected her to the handle of the locked cupboard.
“What the hell…Judson?” She looked up at him, her knees shook, her body still inflamed with fever.
“Like I was saying, you wait here and I’ll go upstairs to check it out. Backup’s already been called, so you’re safe until your brothers arrive.” Judson winked before walking toward the steps to the third level. Once he reached them he turned toward her and smiled. “Gotcha,” he whispered with his notorious grin.
Guest Post:
Just Breathe…or is it Breath?
We all have words that make us stop mid key-board stroke and wonder (or is it wander) if we are making the write—oops, I mean right—choice.
I notice when I write there are certain words that trip me up and stop me in my tracks (or do I mean treks?). Don’t you think everyone (or should I say every one with a space between the words?) has words that give them cause to pause? As a writer I work hard to choose words which will convey my characters moods and feelings, set the scene, bring my story to life for my reader. Sometimes it’s hard to accept (except) that I have to stop and double check myself from time to time to make sure I’m choosing the right word to get my point across the way I mean.
This brings me to those awesome people who help me get it right. Critique partners. As a writer, you have to love your critiquers. (I know I don’t mean you’re right? You’re is the contraction for you are). These awesome sticklers of the written word catch many a mistake, not just with plot holes or inconsistencies, but grammar and spelling. They are amazing and know—not no, as if in a negative response—their stuff. Each partner is different in what they notice or catch, but they all have a flair (which means a conspicuous talent, whereas flare is either a noun meaning flame or a verb meaning to blaze or to burst in anger.) on finding those pesky mistakes and helping to make this woman get it right. (Not women, which is a mistake my partners have caught for me hundreds of times, don’t know why, but I always seem to type the wrong one, even though I know the meaning…applause to the critique ladies).
The next time your fingers are flying across the keyboard at warp speed and your muse is talking so fast you can hardly manage to keep up, then one of those words jump out at you and your mind falls flat and your fingers curl, remember to not to let those mistakes bother you to the point where you lose sleep…*gulp*, I hope I don’t mean loose. Trust in yourself and the eagle eyes of your cp’s.
After you get that first draft or tentative chapter out to your critiquers, you’ll be able to sit back and just breathe (I hope I don’t mean breath).
Author or not, please feel free to share any of those trip-up words that overtake your writing from time to time—or invade your thoughts. I’d love to hear them. And fingers crossed that I didn’t mess any of them up in my blog today…lol…now how funny would that be?
Just Breathe…or is it Breath?
We all have words that make us stop mid key-board stroke and wonder (or is it wander) if we are making the write—oops, I mean right—choice.
I notice when I write there are certain words that trip me up and stop me in my tracks (or do I mean treks?). Don’t you think everyone (or should I say every one with a space between the words?) has words that give them cause to pause? As a writer I work hard to choose words which will convey my characters moods and feelings, set the scene, bring my story to life for my reader. Sometimes it’s hard to accept (except) that I have to stop and double check myself from time to time to make sure I’m choosing the right word to get my point across the way I mean.
This brings me to those awesome people who help me get it right. Critique partners. As a writer, you have to love your critiquers. (I know I don’t mean you’re right? You’re is the contraction for you are). These awesome sticklers of the written word catch many a mistake, not just with plot holes or inconsistencies, but grammar and spelling. They are amazing and know—not no, as if in a negative response—their stuff. Each partner is different in what they notice or catch, but they all have a flair (which means a conspicuous talent, whereas flare is either a noun meaning flame or a verb meaning to blaze or to burst in anger.) on finding those pesky mistakes and helping to make this woman get it right. (Not women, which is a mistake my partners have caught for me hundreds of times, don’t know why, but I always seem to type the wrong one, even though I know the meaning…applause to the critique ladies).
The next time your fingers are flying across the keyboard at warp speed and your muse is talking so fast you can hardly manage to keep up, then one of those words jump out at you and your mind falls flat and your fingers curl, remember to not to let those mistakes bother you to the point where you lose sleep…*gulp*, I hope I don’t mean loose. Trust in yourself and the eagle eyes of your cp’s.
After you get that first draft or tentative chapter out to your critiquers, you’ll be able to sit back and just breathe (I hope I don’t mean breath).
Author or not, please feel free to share any of those trip-up words that overtake your writing from time to time—or invade your thoughts. I’d love to hear them. And fingers crossed that I didn’t mess any of them up in my blog today…lol…now how funny would that be?
About Christine Warner
Christine Warner is living her dream in Michigan along with her husband, three children, one laptop and a much loved assortment of furry friends. Besides laughing and a good round of humor, she enjoys spending time with her family, cooking, reading, writing but no arithmetic. A confessed people watcher, she finds inspiration for her stories in everyday activities. She loves to read and write about strong heroes and determined, sometimes sassy, heroines. A girl gone wild, at least where social media is concerned, she enjoys meeting other avid readers and writers on Facebook, Twitter and her Website.
Thank you for having me on your wonderful blog :)
ReplyDelete