Book Description
Hot SWAT
By Caliente Morgan
From Caliente Morgan’s Hot Cop Series comes a set of three short stories
Hot Cop Series
An independent woman
.... A disciplined cop
........ An undeniable attraction
Hot SWAT – the first story
If they put him on an episode of COPS, he’d get fan mail.
Assigned to a Citizen’s Academy at the local police department, good girl Laurie Hamilton had a job to do. Research. Learn. But when the blonde Adonis in camo became a fixture in the twelve-week citizen class, she found it difficult to stay focused. Especially when she found his eyes on her. She knew they had rules about fraternization with the public when on duty. She wanted to break all of them.
Officer Bradford Spencer watched the perky brunette from his vantage point in the back of the classroom. He was here to lend support to the instructor. Having thirty-seven civilians on the loose inside the perimeter caused everyone a bit of unease, background checks be damned. He wasn’t speaking but he was another gun. But when that woman flashed her eyes at him, his whole body reacted. Temptation or not, there were rules and regulations he didn’t dare challenge.
Brad was stripped down to a T-shirt and camo pants, he was checking the SWAT truck, setting up the equipment after the civilians had had their ride around the parking lot. It was full dark but he was safely inside the perimeter gates. Then he found a make up bag and turned to find that security be damned, a certain perky brunette with a pink sparkly tank top had managed to slip into the secure lot and now was smiling up at him. Damn the rules. Smiling back so wide his face hurt, he reached down and hauled her up, closed the doors, put her hands up on the inside grab rail, and told her to hang on...
Irresistible – the second story
Distraction? You bet.
San Diego Sheriff’s Deputy Sean Connors wasn’t sure how he had managed it, but a certain bombshell’s name was on the slot next to his shift for a shift-long ride-along. He had seven days to try to calm down, before he’d have her alone in his car. Seven days to figure out how to let her know he was willing. There were rules and policies regarding ride-alongs. He knew that. He had become fascinated with her. Seeing her was a drug he couldn’t quit. If he messed up, his career was on the line.
Leanne Roberts, Lela, was excited. A ride in a cruiser with a man who could fuel daydreams. Did she get the shift she wanted? Did she get the cop she wanted? Sure enough, her slot was untouched. Her name was in place. So was his. She made a note of the time for the ride.
Oh, this really should be interesting, because she had caught his eyes on her several times. Always with a scowl. If only he’d stop scowling at her. In her wildest daydreams, he wasn’t scowling.
A week later, the tension in the patrol car was high at the start and had climbed higher as the shift had progressed. Did she have the bravado to reach out for what she wanted? What if she was wrong?
If she let this opportunity slip away she’d have no one to blame but herself.
The Range Master – the third story
She shouldn’t have done it.
Della Madison was on a research for stories as much as she was there to do a free-lance article on the police. She was very clear about that when she registered for a citizen’s class with real cops. She was doing fine, until Range day—when they let the citizens actually fire a weapon, under heavy supervision and lots of protection, of course. Her shooting instructor? The man who had lit her up from the moment he arrived in the classroom. Talk about a close encounter.
Sargent Mike Preston had spotted her from the first. He had caught her focused attention. Blue eyes focused on him. Listening to him. From the beginning he could feel her watching. Not daring to look at her, at least not for any length of time, he had managed to get through his presentation without forgetting parts of it. But he wasn't free yet. She chose him for her shooting instructor. He was careful how he touched her. The briefest of contact. He wanted so much more.
The story broke with a vengeance. A student in the class had been a writer. And what she had written! Erotic descriptions of the range master. And something about a wild affair conducted in the office he kept. Something about wild sex on his desktop.
Oh—and there was a pen name.
And there was a disclaimer.
“This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real officers is purely coincidental.”
How had she guessed his fantasy?
And why was she sitting in his office?
