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    My Kryptonite
    My Kryptonite
    My Kryptonite
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    My Kryptonite

    By Dahlia Rose

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    When he got shot on the job she was by his side every step of the way. To the NYPD they were, Officers Stone and Duncan, in patrol car three-twelve and he trusted her with his life. But as Joe healed she had become so much more and while he tried to hide his feelings. It was becoming harder not to kiss Flora senseless and break every rule in the book about fraternization on the job. With an undercover sting in play, they were center stage in the operation. On loan and undercover with the drug task force, Joe finally gave into temptation. In each other’s arms they’d forged a bond deeper than just being partners. Joe wanted to protect her and Flora just wanted to prove she is a damn good cop. To him that wasn’t the issue because he’s always known that she can handle herself and have his back. His feelings went past attraction and if anything happened to her, Joe knows it would be his downfall. Flora had become his kryptonite.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherDahlia Rose
    Release dateSep 3, 2016
    ISBN9781370200344
    My Kryptonite
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    Dahlia Rose

    Dahlia Rose is the best-selling author of contemporary, military and paranormal romance with a hint of Caribbean spice. She was born and raised on a Caribbean island and now currently lives in Charlotte, North Carolina, with her five kids, who she affectionately nicknamed “The Children of the Corn,” and her biggest supporter and longtime love. She has a love of erotica, dark fantasy, sci-fi, and the things that go bump in the night. With over six dozen books published Dahlia has become a reader favorite. Not only because of her writing but her vivacious attitude in talking to her fans online and at various events. Books and writing are her biggest passions, and she hopes to open your imagination to the unknown between the pages of her books. http://hearttoheartwithdahliarose.blogspot.com www.facebook.com/author.dahliarose www.twitter.com/dahliarose1029

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      My Kryptonite - Dahlia Rose

      My Kryptonite

      By Dahlia Rose

      Chapter One

      Car three-twelve, we have a ten-ten P. The complainant asked for you personally.

      Joe Stone looked at the radio and frowned before picking up the receiver. Dispatch, can I have a ten-seven on that address?

      A ten-seven was a confirmation of the address that was broadcasted. Sometimes, with street changes, with construction or demolition, the location could be wrong or it could be an open lot.

      Why do you have to ask? You know it’s Mrs. DiPalo and it’s probably that stray cat in her garbage can again. He could hear the amusement in his partner’s voice.

      Joe grunted. Flora, I still blame you for this. Why did you have to give her our card for her personal uses?

      Three-twelve, the address is one nine four Alary Street.

      See, I knew it. Joe sighed and pressed the button of the receiver. Copy that, three-twelve en route.

      Flora elbowed him fondly. She’s a sweet old lady who is lonely and she needs someone to watch out for her. What if it was your mom?

      He gave her a sidelong glance as he maneuvered through the New York City traffic. You’ve met my mother. Who do you think would come out on top if a perp broke into her house?

      Your mom. Flora laughed. She scares the bejesus out of me.

      After he’d been shot, his mother became even more overprotective than normal and that was saying a lot for Marilyn Stone. He was basically only free to get back to work the way he wanted because Juno and Gabe were expecting their baby in a few months. His mother’s mission now was to make sure her grandchild was brought into the world the right way. She and Juno butted heads a lot, but he could tell his mother loved it, probably because no other woman had the balls to stand up to his mom. Juno did it with zero fucks to give, and while she showed her mother-in-law the utmost respect, she told her regularly where she could take her opinions.

      When the truth that Gabe was actually under cover came down and he was the lynch pin in taking out one of the biggest syndicates in New York, he was met with respect on the force and a whole lot of cops who talked shit had to apologize. That included his partner sitting beside him. Flora and Gabe got on pretty good now and he admired her even more for actually manning up and apologizing to his brother. She was good like that; no, she was great like that.

      You go on up and talk to her and I’ll check around the back, Joe said when he parked the squad car outside Mrs. DiPalo’s house. He picked up the radio. Car three-twelve on scene.

      Ten-four, car three-twelve confirmed on scene, the scratchy radio voice replied. Joe swore man or woman, the dispatcher’s voice always sounded the same.

      You don’t want her to see your handsome face? Flora teased and opened the door to step out.

      Still pissed she gave me more cookies than you? Joe said right back with a grin. Let me go chase off this cat offender.

      Joe watched for a moment as she ran up the stairs with light, jaunty steps before he opened the gate and went around the back of the house. He would talk to Mrs. DiPalo about having some motion sensor lights put in on the side driveway. One dim bulb on the corner of the house was the only illumination for the driveway and backyard. Movements in the backyard made him press his back against the wall of the house, and when he saw a light go on in the shed, he knew this was no cat.

      Flora, we’ve got movement in the back, he whispered into the radio on his shoulder. He pressed the second button. Dispatch, roll another car to our location.

      He moved cautiously forward and watched for a moment. When a guy in jeans and a black hoodie came out pushing a snow blower, it was all he needed.  First burglary collar of the night in the bag, he thought with a smile. When the suspect went back inside the shed, he started to move forward, but stopped when he felt a tap to his shoulder. Flora was at his back as she always was when he was in the lead and, for her, he’d always do the same. Joe would never forget how she braved bullets to drag him to safety when he got shot. He owed her his life.

      How many? she whispered.

      Just one. He kept his voice low. I think it’s a tweaker looking for something he can pawn.

      Flora looked up. She needs better lighting; I told her about that.

      He’s coming, Joe said, not even mentioning the fact that he had the same thought about the lighting.

      I’m on your six, Flora said.

      When the man came out, Joe moved quickly with his gun drawn. Don’t move, you’re under arrest.

      Whatever it was in the guy’s hand, he threw it at Joe and it hit his arm. He then tried to run past, not seeing that Flora was still by the wall as Joe grabbed the gun that had fallen out of his hand and turned around in time to see his partner launch herself at the suspect and tackle him to the ground. She rolled the guy over and pulled the prone victim onto his belly and pulled his hands behind his back.

      Where ya going? Flora asked breathlessly with her knee in his back. You started the party and now you try to leave early.

      The old lady told me to clean out the shed, the guy said angrily.

      Yeah, at eleven at night? Aren’t you a diligent worker. Flora rolled her eyes and looked at Joe. You believe this guy?

      Well, I give him an E for effort, Joe said as another patrol car pulled up.

      They walked him out front and Mrs. DiPalo came out on her front step and announced: I knew it wasn’t a cat.

      Joe glanced back at her. You were right, and we are going to have that talk again about getting a few motion sensor lights.

      I can’t afford that, Officer Joe, you know that, Mrs. DiPalo said and looked down to fix the buttons on her housecoat. I live on a fixed pension.

      You got this? Joe asked Flora and when she nodded, he let go of the suspect.

      In New York, a pension only went so far and that basically went towards keeping a roof over their head and supplying their medication. He’d seen more than one call where seniors were cutting pills in half to make sure they had enough to last the month. They ate on a budget and usually lived from one government check to the next, yet they had too much pride to ask for help.

      He went up the four steps to where the older lady stood. There’s no need to be embarrassed, Mrs. D, if it weren’t for me and my brothers, my ma would be in the same situation. Are you getting enough food?

      I’ve got enough, Joe. The church helps out and my niece brings me groceries each week, Mrs. DiPalo replied. It’s just the household stuff, the upkeep. I can’t expect her to do everything and take away time that she could be spending with her family.

      Joe sighed. Mrs. D, how about I come over on Sunday, on my day off, and take care of a few things and install those lights?

      Joe, you’re a sweet boy, but I can’t pay you... Mrs. DiPalo began to say.

      It’s on me. We have bunch of leftover stuff from my ma’s house, and I can make some time for my favorite lady. Joe smiled.

      She patted his hand. You’re a nice boy. You need to marry your partner and make babies.

      We’re just partners, Joe explained, and just as he said it he heard her shout.

      Joe turned to see the suspect had put one of his legs against the squad car and he pushed back before the other two officers could help his partner. But Flora was ready and she let go of him, letting him fall back against the sidewalk. He jumped to his feet quickly as if on some drug-induced haze and tried to scramble away with his hands still cuffed. Flora tripped him easily and he struck out at her with a long leg that she deflected. It took less than two minutes before she had him in legs restraints and they loaded the dirty blond addict in the back of the squad car.

      In the midst of the fray, he noticed that her hat had fallen off and some of her braids escaped the bun she wore at the back of her neck. Flora was beautiful, petite and fierce. She was a marksman and her ebony skin always reminded him of a smooth ebony sculpture.  Her wide brown eyes were expressive which meant she could never hide what she was feeling. If she was hurt, upset or a particularly bad case affected her, she would lie and say that she was okay, but her eyes always told the truth. Her laugh was quick and infectious and she protected those she loved with a fierceness that was surprising. Joe was lucky enough to be one of

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