Officer Next Doorby Ranae Rose
Publication Date: June 2, 2014
Genres: Contemporary, Erotica, Romance,Suspense
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Synopsis: How can anyone resist temptation when it’s right next door?
Riley County North Carolina has a lot to offer: coastal views as far as the eye can see, and men in uniform who are even more gorgeous. Home to the most notorious prison in the state, Alicia’s new hometown is crawling with men who carry their own handcuffs and know how to use them – like Officer Liam Alexander, her one and only neighbor. After catching him out of uniform, she can’t resist pausing to enjoy the show. When Liam’s Southern charm drives him across the property line, life gets hotter than the Carolina summer could possibly account for. Unfortunately, there’s a dark side to life in the coastal haven, even with an officer next door.
Coordinating special events at a historic – and supposedly haunted – plantation is enough to have Alicia questioning her senses and her sanity, but the spirits of the past take a backseat to a pair of escaped convicts who blaze a trail of mayhem across Riley County. Not even the most intense chemistry can survive the perils that make a sunny seaside town a dangerous place to be after dark … can it?
Riley County North Carolina has a lot to offer: coastal views as far as the eye can see, and men in uniform who are even more gorgeous. Home to the most notorious prison in the state, Alicia’s new hometown is crawling with men who carry their own handcuffs and know how to use them – like Officer Liam Alexander, her one and only neighbor. After catching him out of uniform, she can’t resist pausing to enjoy the show. When Liam’s Southern charm drives him across the property line, life gets hotter than the Carolina summer could possibly account for. Unfortunately, there’s a dark side to life in the coastal haven, even with an officer next door.
Coordinating special events at a historic – and supposedly haunted – plantation is enough to have Alicia questioning her senses and her sanity, but the spirits of the past take a backseat to a pair of escaped convicts who blaze a trail of mayhem across Riley County. Not even the most intense chemistry can survive the perils that make a sunny seaside town a dangerous place to be after dark … can it?
Officer Next
Door (Lock and Key, #1) EXCERPT
The rising sun burnt on the Carolina horizon like a jewel,
causing the tidal mist to light up like it’d been set on fire. It was the most
gorgeous thing Alicia had ever seen, besides her naked neighbor. The sight of
him stripping down lit up the morning like nothing else could – not even the
extra-bold, extra-large cup of coffee she clutched as she stared through her
kitchen window.
Everything about him was extra-large, too. She, however, was
anything but bold.
She’d die if he knew she’d been watching him like this for
the past three weeks, ever since she’d moved in. Guilt surged through her
system just like her daily caffeine infusion, but that didn’t keep her from
enjoying the display, all that taut muscle and bare skin.
Not even close.
“Good Lord,” she sighed, to no one but herself. DC seemed
faraway already; the big city had disappeared in her rearview mirror weeks ago
to be replaced by real Southern heat and charm, two things her new neighbor
radiated in spades.
Not that she’d spoken to him much yet.
There’d been the occasional hello when they glimpsed each
other outside, usually coming to or from work. That was it, mostly because the
sight of him in uniform had a way of leaving her tongue-tied, silenced by the
guilty pleasure that struck her every time she looked in his direction. She
couldn’t so much as glance at him without thinking about that uniform coming
off in slow motion, revealing his perfect body.
Maybe it was his fault for not closing the bathroom blinds,
the ones that hung over the window directly across from the shower.
Or maybe it was her fault for enjoying the striptease with
her morning coffee day after day, saying nothing.
Either way, she wasn’t complaining. Close-cropped dark hair,
sun-tanned skin stretched over a six foot frame of solid muscle and an ass that
appeared to be sculpted from granite, not to mention the amazing view when his
back wasn’t to her: the vision had
been seared into her memory, and it stayed with her even after he slung a towel
around his hips and strolled out of the bathroom, disappearing from her view.
That was her cue to gulp down the rest of her coffee and
pull herself together before she rushed to the Wisteria Plantation House. She’d
been hired there as the special events coordinator, had moved and reshaped her
life around the new job, though as she drained her coffee mug, swallowing the
bitter grit that swirled at the bottom of the cup, she was so dazzled by what
she’d just seen that it was sure to be a challenge just to coordinate her hair
and makeup for the day, let alone an outfit.
Despite the sexually-charged fog her neighbor had left her
in, she managed to brush on some cosmetic staples, twist her chestnut hair into
a simple chignon and shed her robe, pulling on khaki pants and a purple blouse.
As she dressed, she pretended that the brush of her own fingertips against her
skin didn’t inspire imaginings of what it’d be like to feel her neighbor’s
hands on her body. Lastly, she slipped on sandals, a pair with modest kitten
heels that’d allow her to navigate Wisteria’s grounds without breaking an
ankle.
Or so she thought. When she finally walked out the door with
her purse slung over her shoulder and a travel mug in one hand, she tripped
over the threshold and was launched forward through the muggy Carolina air.
She windmilled, dropping her handbag but – miracle of
miracles – managing to maintain her grip on her coffee.
The mug was a fancy one that remained sealed until one pressed
a button, freeing the flow of liquid within. As she bent to pick up her purse
and then straightened, quickly smoothing her clothing, she realized that the
anti-spill mug was the best twenty dollars she’d ever spent.
Heat flooded her cheeks as she said a silent prayer of
gratitude for spill-proof technology. Her neighbor was standing on the front
porch of his bungalow-style house, a cute place painted a shade of moss-green
that blended right into the wooded backdrop. Judging by the way he stared,
frowning in her direction, he’d seen everything.
“Are you all right?” His voice echoed across the few yards
between them, sounding with a depth that sent a frisson racing down her spine.
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About Ranae Rose
Ranae Rose is the best-selling author of more than twenty adult romances and counting. Originally from Maryland, she grew up the daughter of a US Marine and always wanted to be a writer. Today she lives on the US East Coast with her man in uniform, young children, German Shepherd dogs and overflowing bookshelves.
Her love affair with the romance genre began as a teen when a classmate handed her a romance comic book. Instantly hooked, she read them during class behind her textbooks and under her desk. She hasn’t looked back since.
When she’s not writing or reading, she enjoys things like good coffee, travel and fitness – especially pursuing her elusive goal of getting her husband to tap out on the jiu jitsu mats (no luck so far).
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