Sergeant Alyssa Bloom knows what it means to stay in control, be alert to her surroundings. Staying mentally tough and keeping a level head is not so easy to do around the hot, young rookie she's assigned to train. Nate Wilshire has the best job in the world and the sexiest partner a guy could ask for. Alyssa might be showing him the ropes, but he has a few things he’d like to teach her. Unwilling to act on his desires and risk unprofessional conduct, he asks Madame Eve to find him someone to scratch the itch Alyssa can’t. Needing some relief from the intense heat of her attraction to her subordinate, Alyssa agrees to a 1Night Stand. When her date is none other than her handsome partner, she has a decision to make— leave…or let her heart finally take control.
"...D.C. Stone has created sexy, full-blooded characters whose feelings, thoughts, and reactions are easily relatable - the most interesting beside their mutual attraction being Alyssa's self-questioning and fear of letting herself loose, and Nate's commitment to please her in every possible way. Very nice! The writing is tight yet vivid, detailed, with wonderful imagery and humor woven throughout, and you just-can't-put-the-book-down... ~Lea Bronsen/Reviewer
Nate waited at the floor-to-ceiling window of the hotel room and stared out across downtown San Diego. Tall skyscrapers soared around the city, their tops dusted with popping colors of green, blue, and red. Cars passed by in a blur, and with dusk only minutes past and the weekend kicking off, nightlife began to bloom along with his own anticipation.
He tucked his hands inside the charcoal dress pants and rocked back and forth in the uncomfortable black dress shoes. After spending days in his boots and uniform, the toes of the shoes pinched at his toes, and the soles unforgiving. He did not miss them. At all.
The door behind him clicked and a brush of air alerted him someone entered the room. He stilled, his heartbeat kicking out an erratic tempo in his throat, but he didn’t turn, instead watching a woman cross the threshold in the window’s reflection. She assessed the larger-than-normal hotel suite before her gaze settled on his back.
Perplexed, he tipped his head, recognizing her familiar features. She progressed with a lethal grace only a trained law enforcement officer would know, her steps purposeful, but silent, even in heels higher than he’d ever seen her in.
Standing to the side, she set her purse and a small black bag on a table, giving him her profile. A flash of deep red hair grabbed his attention. He sucked in a breath and pivoted in slow motion, refusing to allow hope to grow any more than it had, yet at the same time, fear sliced through. The one person he needed to get out of his system stood in the same room as he.
The night was about to go to hell.
Facing away from him, she took in the overwhelming luxury of the room. Desire slammed into him, he came to life with a kick against his fly.