Tuesday, March 29, 2016

New Release: Cuff Me (New York's Finest #3) by Lauren Layne

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Cuff Me
New York's Finest #3
By: Lauren Layne
Releasing March 29, 2016
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Synopsis

Vincent knows he's not the most charming of the Moretti brothers. He prefers brooding to flirting, reading to talking, and he sure as hell isn't about to give into his mother's insistence that he 'settle down with a nice girl.' Luckily, Vincent's gig as one of the NYPD's top homicide detectives keeps him busy. As does his long-time partner, Jill Henley–a tough-as-nails cop with the face of an angel and smart mouth that makes Vincent crazy in all the worst ways.

After six years of working the homicide beat with the tight-lipped Vincent Moretti, Jill figure she knows him better than anyone. Which is not at all. But when their most recent case points to a potential serial-killer situation, the higher-ups send them on a rare undercover mission to a place no NYPD officer dares go: the Upper Eastside.

Now the bureau's most antagonistic set of partners is posing as Mr. and Mrs. Brooks of Park Avenue. Spending 24/7 in the suspect's territory brings them closer and closer to their killer . . . and closer to each other. Soon Vincent and Jill are playing good cop/bad cop in and out of bed, and Jill's falling hard. But can she convince Vincent to give her a shot as partner in life, as well as at the bureau?

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Excerpt

    "There’s something wrong with a man that grins like that at a crime scene.”
    Detective Vincent Moretti glanced up from where he’d been studying the gunshot wound of the vic and glared at the officer who’d been shadowing him for the past three months.
    “I wasn’t grinning.”
    Detective Tyler Dansen never paused in scribbling in the black notebook he carried everywhere. “You were definitely grinning.”
    “Nope.”
    Dansen glanced up. “Fine. Maybe not grinning. But I’m one hundred percent sure I saw you smile.”
    “How about you be one hundred percent sure about who shot this guy instead?” Vincent said irritably.
    Dansen returned his attention to his damn notebook, but he didn’t look particularly chagrined by Vin’s reprimand.
    Oh, what Vin wouldn’t give to go back to those early days when all he’d had to do was look at Dansen, and the kid practically dropped into a deferential bow.
    Three months of spending every workday in each other’s company had the newly minted detective acting nearly as impudent as Vincent’s actual partner.
    Nearly being an important distinction, because Vincent didn’t think they made ’em sassier, more stubborn, or more annoying than Detective Jill Henley.
    And he would know. They’d been partners for six long years, and their pairing up as partners was proof of God’s sense of humor.
    Jill Henley was Vincent’s opposite in every way.
    Jill was chipper, charming, and smiley.
    Vincent was... none of those things.
    Especially not the last one. Although, if he was being really honest with himself, Dansen may have been right about Vincent cracking a smile earlier.
    It’s not that Vin was immune to death. There was absolutely nothing humorous about a man lying cold in his own blood and guts, dead from a gunshot wound to the stomach.
    But after six years as a homicide DT for the NYPD, one learned to compartmentalize. To let the brain occasionally go somewhere else other than death even as you were staring straight at it.
    It was the only way to survive. Otherwise it was nothing but puking and nightmares.
    And speaking of puking...
    Vincent stood and gave Detective Dansen a once-over.
    “If you’re gonna barf, do it outside,” he said, just to needle the younger man.
    Dansen threw his arms up in exasperation. “That was one time. One time! And I hear it happens to everyone on their first day.”
    “Didn’t happen to me.”
    “That’s because you’re a machine,” Dansen muttered under his breath.
    Vincent didn’t respond to this. It was nothing he hadn’t heard before. Robot. Machine. Automaton.
    He just didn’t know what people expected him to do about it.
    In the movies, there was always some reason for the semi-mechanical, unfeeling action hero.
    Either a dead wife, an abusive past, or some other sort of jacked-up emotional history. But Vincent had always sort of figured he’d been born this way.     Quiet. Reserved. Broody.
    It’s not that he didn’t feel. Of course he did. He just didn’t feel out loud.     He wasn’t sure that he really knew how to, and wasn’t sure he wanted to learn.

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Author Info


jsLauren Layne is the USA Today Bestselling author of contemporary romance.

Prior to becoming an author, Lauren worked in e-commerce and web-marketing. In 2011, she and her husband moved from Seattle to New York City, where Lauren decided to pursue a full-time writing career. It took six months to get her first book deal (despite ardent assurances to her husband that it would only take three). Since then, Lauren's gone on to publish ten books, including the bestselling Stiletto series, with several more on the way in 2015.

Lauren currently lives in Chicago with her husband and spoiled Pomeranian. When not writing, you'll find her at happy hour, running at a doggedly slow pace, or trying to straighten her naturally curly hair.

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2 comments:

  1. She's such a fun author. Just love her heroes :)

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    1. I've had this series on my to read list forever, but you know how it gets. :-/ I've enjoyed the few excerpts I've read of her work. They sound good.

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