Does the sight of a cop’s badge—or his handcuffs—make your pulse race? Do you drive by your local firehouse just to catch a glimpse of your favorite fireman? Ever peek in the cockpit just to check out the captain?
If you agree the only thing sexier than a man in uniform is a man out of uniform, you’ve come to the right place. We’ve handpicked an assortment of sizzling hot, uniformed heroes to satisfy your uniform fetish.
Magdelaine “Maggie” Dubois has found herself at the wrong place at the worst possible time. When a man is killed before her she only has one viable option. Go to the police. What she never expected in the aftermath of complete terror, and fear was to meet a man who awoke something so sexually primal within her.
Special Agent Douglas Burrows of the FBI is in the business of putting those breaking laws behind bars. He’s questioned dozens of witnesses over the years, and held more than a few hands. None of them have ever affected him quite like she does with nothing more than a look.
Douglas will do whatever is necessary to protect Maggie. While watching over her is his sworn duty, his need for the passionate witness is all together very personal.
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A terrified scream had him jumping to his feet, his laptop pushed to the side forgotten, and his weapon up. Moving fast, he went into the bedroom, sweeping the gun around until he was sure Maggie was alone. Finally he turned to look at her, sliding the gun back into the hip holster.
She sat up in the middle of the bed. Eyes wide with terror, hands clutching at the bedding she held pressed to her chest, and her breathing told him she was second away from hyperventilating. He moved slowly now, easing around the bed until he could sit next to her. “Maggie.”
Her name seemed to jolt her. Her head whipped around, and those big blue eyes locked onto him. Exactly three seconds later she burst into tears. Fucking great. He hated tears.
“Shh, you’re all right, Maggie. You’re safe, no one can hurt you here,” he said.
She was shaking her head, and in the next moment she launched herself at him. With nothing else to do he caught her in his arms. Douglas let her scramble into his lap. Wrapping her close he began to rock her back and forth slowly. “Shh, Maggie,” he said in a hope to stem the tide. “I have you. I’m right here. You’re perfectly safe.”
“He shot me,” she whispered.
“What? Who shot you?” he asked. Easing her a little more into his lap Douglas changed positions so he wasn’t in danger of sliding off the bed to his ass.
“Mr. Sorvino, he shot me,” she said.
“Maggie, it was a nightmare. It wasn’t real. You’re alive and safe.” Maybe if he said it enough times she’d hear him through the terror she was feeling. He hoped.
“It was so real. It wasn’t that man on his knees, it was me. He lifted the gun, pointed it at my head, and shot me. It felt so real,” she said with a whimper.
“I know,” he said. Rubbing his hand over her arm he started to rock her again. “But it didn’t happen that way. You stayed hidden, stayed smart, and came to the right people to protect you. You’re safe, Mags. Perfectly safe.”
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