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    Skirting the Law
    Skirting the Law
    Skirting the Law
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    Skirting the Law

    By Dahlia Rose

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    Rosalie Jasmine Domino or R.J picked the job her father hated and her mother worried over constantly. She was banned from being a cop like her dad, so instead she became a P.I. with a knack for finding missing people. Her father being a retired Lieutenant with the NYPD gave her a distinct advantage of having contacts in the police department, one being her longtime friend Detective Sean Gilead. One night after she was caught in a particularly dangerous situation, their relationship changed. After yelling at her and arresting her, Sean ended up kissing her till her senses swam and showed R.J. his true feelings. She had two choices--pretend it never happened or succumb to the feelings that he brought to the surface. Could they go from being friends to lovers, or would giving in to the heated kisses and passion lead to them both having shattered hearts?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherDahlia Rose
    Release dateNov 2, 2016
    ISBN9781370450213
    Skirting the Law
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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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      It was okay I liked it although it would have been better if she had kept being a PI, it gets a little boring just about the sex and relationship. She was more interesting when she was working as a PI

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    Skirting the Law - Dahlia Rose

    Skirting The Law

    By Dahlia Rose

    Chapter One

    It was never too early to bring in cake for some of her favorite guys, RJ thought with a wide smile. Her knee-high boot heels clicked on the hard, polished surface of the floor of the seventeenth precinct of Manhattan. Her father worked out of this precinct for twenty years. She walked these halls since she was a kid, through renovations and upgrades until it had evolved into a sleek new building.

    The outside was still red brick and mortar but the inside had changed. The walls continued to hold all its secrets, and echoes of policemen and women long gone could still be heard. Many said it was haunted but she didn’t care, the voices of generations past would never harm anyone there.

    No, this was a place of honor, and if she’d been allowed to join the police force she’d be there too. Her mother’s pleas and tears not to join the force and get killed kept her from signing up for the academy. But with a box full of marble sheet cake in her vanilla-frosting-covered hand, she was heading to the third floor where the detectives resided. She had an old friend to see to try to get a little information. Cake was a good bribe to keep the others away, but Sean wouldn’t fall for that. Good old sweet talk would get her what she needed.

    A low whistle echoed. Hello, hot stuff!

    Gibbons, if my dad heard you say that, he’d ... R.J started.

    Yeah, I know, rip me a new asshole. Givens chuckled. How is the old man?

    R.J punched the veteran cop lightly on his shoulder. He’s doing good, heading up to the Poconos to fish. You should call him and go with him, save my mom the trauma. You know she hates it. When are you going to retire and give up this place?

    Shirley gave me one more year, so I’m gone in twenty-fifteen, Givens said, eyeing the box. What do you have there?

    Marble cake, with vanilla frosting from Gemma’s, she said. Want a piece?

    Shirley has me on this new damn diet, but I don’t think one piece would hurt. Don’t you tell her. Givens took the box and yelled, Men, we got cake.

    She dodged the detectives making their way to the break room and followed Givens and the cake. The only one that didn’t move was Sean, who sat at his desk. She moved over to him easily, making sure there was a little extra oomph in her walk. Sean was easy to look at, that was for sure. Baby blue eyes set in a face that could scare a perp in a heartbeat, but when it was matched with that sexy-ass grin Sean could make a girl’s heart skip a beat.  He was tall, she’d danced with him at more than one cop’s wedding. Her family was so well known in the precinct that they got more invites than they could go to, but her mom always sent a gift whether they went or not. His had these toned thighs and great ass. She’d been his friend for a while so much so that she always made sure to go see the flag footballs games in the fall so she could see him play. She had long ago put the thought aside of them ever being together because she’s wasn’t honey-sweet and all the girls he’d dated seemed so demure and domestic. He wanted a brownstone and kids and a happy housewife. She had cop in her blood and adventure in her soul. She wouldn’t be the one to stay home and make pies. Still, Sean Gilead was good to look at.

    Hey you. She sat on the side of his desk and knocked her boot against the metal.

    Hey, punk.

    He’d given her that nickname when she was sixteen and he was twenty-one. He was a beat cop just on the force, working his way up. Her dad retired ten years later and five more had passed. She was now thirty-one and he had just had his thirty-sixth birthday.  She knew this because she was at the pub with him and everyone they knew were drinking Irish whiskey and laughing it up.

    Soooo... she dragged the word out.

    So you need a favor I assume, a name, a peek in the database. Sean never looked up.

    Just a little bit. When he looked at her she bit the side of her lip in a way she knew was cute and flirty.

    That’s doesn’t work on me, Sean said gruffly. Try it on the fools you date.

    Jack was a perfectly good guy, R.J. said defensively.

    Rosalie, he was as dumb as a box of rocks, Sean said bluntly.

    You’re the only one who I let call me Rosalie, she pointed out.

    I wish you’d stop calling yourself R.J. I wish you’d get out of this private investigation business. Sean sighed. But then, I wish a lot of things.

    She shrugged. Mom didn’t want me to be a cop.

    Sean typed on the keys in his computer furiously. You circumvented one promise... I’m in the database, what do you want?

    Charles Bremerton, she said instantly.

    What are you working on? he asked as he furiously typed on the computer.

    R.J. moved from where she was sitting to look over his shoulders and leaned against them. Missing person, Charlie B took the kid from her daycare three days ago, the wife is frantic.

    Sean made a sound of disapproval. Let the cops take care of it. He’s a bad guy, look at his record.  The courts gave her full custody.

    The system is screwed up and he still managed to kidnap Brandy out of daycare, R.J. pointed out. It’s been three days and no cop has found hide or hair of them. I’ve almost caught up to him twice at two Motel Six hotels in Brooklyn. I need to know his mother’s locale now. She moved from the Bronx. The neighbors said to Florida but I’m not buying it, she’s the type that would baby the stupid felon. I think she’s waiting for him and then they’ll run together.

    Betty Bremerton’s last address was the one in the Bronx, Sean said.

    She pointed at the screen. But look, the guy she’s shacking up with is right here, Johnny Ruiz. That’s a new address. He was supposed to be with her in Florida but this is a new address.

    He has a record too, Sean cleared the screen.

    I already have the address. R.J. tapped her temple. Photographic memory.

    Damn it Rosalie, you are not allowed to go there, Sean snapped.

    She walked around to face him with her hands on her hips. Sean Gilead, did you just order me not to do something? Me? The girl who is a black belt in karate, the one who can beat most cops at the range when it comes to a gun? The one who has a concealed carry permit and basically has been taking care of herself each and every day since she opened her own business four years ago? A profitable one, mind you. Did you just order me not to do a job I’ve been paid for?

    "Damn it, Rosalie, that’s all well and good, but you’re not a cop and no black belt is going to

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