A hearty, humorous and hot as hell romance that’ll knock your socks off…
Me oh my, I am in luuuuuurve with Officer Kelly! I am ready for the Chase trio: dinner, drinks and cuffs. Actually, keep the dinner, hold the drinks… here are my wrists, get your cuffs and let’s go! Just in case you haven’t caught on yet— I really REALLY loved Hot Cop. I had no doubts that I was going to fall head over heels for this book… duh, it’s Laurelin Paige. I was sold on her alone. Her writing style and skill is second to none and in my personal opinion she can do no wrong. I don’t think there’s a single book of hers that I haven’t loved right off the bat. Now, this is a co-lab with Sierra Simone. This is my first encounter with Simone’s writing, and I have to be honest, I got absolutely sucked in. I will most certainly be hauling her back catalogue… STAT.
I’ve got a little confession, I have been obsessing over this book since it landed on my most beloved kindle, then Kelly over at Book Lovers United started ooooohing and aaaaaaahing over Chase Kelly and that was it… I had to get involved before she deemed him completely off limits. The moment that I went into Hot Cop I was completely hooked. Don’t think that the only hook reeling me in was the very sexy and enchanting hero though. Livy, the leading lady, was just as incredible and her sass was out of this world. I really loved their banter and although at times I did feel for Chase, because of how Livy dismisses him, I found that his persistence and resolve actually endeared him further to me. Saying that though, Livy wasn’t exactly a b-i-t-c-h, and her trepidation actually is understandable considering the terms of their relationship.
Plot wise, no— this isn’t the most original story. It has been done a time or two, however the writing skill on both Ms Paige’s and Ms Simone’s part and the incredibly empathise-able and beguiling characters are what made it fresh and novel. The sex was hot and the chemistry was out of this. I’m pretty sure no thermometer could withstand their heat. The plot progression was brilliantly paced and perfectly panned out. Hot Cop is verging on flawless on all aspects.
Quite frankly I cannot get enough of this book. It’s definitely the kind of book that you get out on a crappy day and it is guaranteed to make you happy. It gave me all the feels and more… I may have to invest in some new panties…
I cannot wait for the next co-lab from this awesome twosome. And, like I said, I will be acquainting myself with Sierra Simone’s back catalogue… Oh, also, just so you know… their previous co-write, P*rnstar, is already waiting prettily on my kindle!
About the Book
From NYT Bestselling Author, Laurelin Paige and USA Today Bestselling Author, Sierra Simone comes a steamy contemporary romantic follow-up to last year’s bestseller P*rn Star.
You have the right to remain sexy.
Anything you say can and will be used to get you in my bed.
You have the right to use my body to give yourself a delirious, life-changing orgasm.
If you have trouble…don’t worry, I’m a bit of an expert in that department.
There’s nothing ‘thin’ about my blue line, if you catch my drift, and trust me, I know how to put those handcuffs to good use.
Livia Ward wants a baby before she’s thirty. And even though Officer Chase Kelly is exactly the kind of cocky jerk this librarian has sworn off, he is undeniably hot. Both of them think they can give each other what they want–a few nights of fun for Officer Kelly, a no-strings baby for Livia–but this hot cop is about to learn that sex, babies, and love don’t always play by the rules.
I’m at the steakhouse fifteen minutes early, which is on time in Chase Kelly’s book. I’ve never been late for work or a date a single time in my life; in fact, I’ve always been early, which is a point of pride for me. And Livia walks in at seven on the dot, something that endears me to her immensely, although the moment I register that I, Officer Kelly, am charmed, my mind goes blank.
There is nothing but her.
She walks in on heels that make her legs a mile long, her long hair down in a tumult of soft waves. The maître d’ helps her take off her checkered wool coat, and then I.
My heart hammers up in my throat as the blood pools deep in my groin. She’s wearing a bright red dress—so fucking short that I’d be able to finger her easily if we were in a booth, which we tragically aren’t. The red sets off the warm undertones of her bronze skin, highlights the deep brown of her eyes. The lines of it hug the delectable curves of her tits, which are just small enough that she can get away without wearing a bra.
My cock thickens as she begins walking toward me, and I can verify that she is definitely not wearing a bra. Oh God, what if she’s not wearing panties either?
I bite back a groan and push back my chair to greet her as she comes to our table, tugging the hem of my sweater down in one smooth move as I unfold myself to help disguise the effect her presence has on me.
As I step forward to greet her, I notice the color high in her cheeks and the way her teeth dig into the soft coral of her bottom lip.
She looks nervous.
That gives me pause. I don’t mind a woman meeting me cold or shy or overly eager, I don’t even mind a case of the first date jitters—since first dates are pretty much all I go on, I see a lot of those.
But nervous—truly nervous—that bothers me a little. Do I make her feel unsafe? Is it my size? My job?
In a split second, I change gears. I can be patient when it comes to the Kelly Trio, and I find that the idea of wooing my nervous little librarian on date after date doesn’t sound tiresome at all…it sounds delightful, actually. A challenge. A test to see if I’m worthy enough to remove all traces of trepidation from her face and fill her expression with eagerness and surrender instead.
And get more time with this fierce, sweet bookworm all to myself.
I lean in to kiss her cheek, careful to angle our bodies so that I don’t press against her with six feet, two hundred pounds of hungry cop. Instead, I anchor her with a firm hand at her elbow, pleased to feel the goose bumps that spread underneath my touch. And then I brush my lips against her cheek, making sure she can feel them, making sure she gets just the tiniest brush of my scruff as I accidentally-on-purpose slide my jaw against hers as I pull away.
I look down into her eyes as I straighten up, and I’m suddenly aware that I’m supporting a lot of weight in my hand, as if her knees are weak from my kiss.
Well done, Officer Good Times!
Her eyes are wide, the pupils so blown and her irises so dark that her eyes are just huge liquid wells of want, and I feel a familiar tug in my groin knowing that I put that look there.
“I forget how big you are,” she murmurs, her head tilted up to look into my face.
I give her my biggest grin and open my mouth, but she cuts me off before I can say it, shaking her head. “I know, I know. I walked right into that one.”
But the ghost of a smile flits across her lips as I help her into her seat and push in her chair.
When I sit across from her and we start looking at our menus, I notice the smile has vanished and the nervous look is back, along with a determined set to her shoulders. The combination of uneasiness and backbone intrigues and worries me at the same time.
“I don’t know what Megan told you,” I say, “but I don’t bite.”
She looks up from the menu, her teeth back to digging into the plump flesh of her bottom lip.
“Well,” I amend, staring at her mouth, “sometimes I do bite. But only when I really, really want to.”
About the Authors
USA Today and New York Times Bestselling Author Laurelin Paige is a sucker for a good romance and gets giddy anytime there’s kissing, much to the embarrassment of her three daughters. Her husband doesn’t seem to complain, however. When she isn’t reading or writing sexy stories, she’s probably singing, watching Game of Thrones or The Walking Dead, or dreaming of Michael Fassbender. She’s also a proud member of Mensa International though she doesn’t do anything with the organization except use it as material for her bio. She is represented by Rebecca Friedman.
Sierra Simone is a former librarian who spent too much time reading romance novels at the information desk. She lives with her husband and family in Kansas City.