Everand Logo

Welcome to Everand!

  • Discover millions of ebooks, audiobooks, and so much more with a free trial

    Only $11.99/month after trial. Cancel anytime.

    Armed But Not Dangerous, To Love
    Armed But Not Dangerous, To Love
    Armed But Not Dangerous, To Love
    Ebook246 pages3 hours

    Armed But Not Dangerous, To Love

    By B.L Wilson

    5/5

    ()

    Read preview

    About this ebook

    A doctor, Dionne Harris, falls for a seemingly indifferent homicide detective, Ashley Williams. After they sleep together, Dionne discovers the detective works for her brother, who is the police lieutenant. Dionne, who has broken several years of celibacy due to a relationship gone bad to sleep with the detective, wants a relationship with her. Unfortunately, Ashley’s motto is love ‘em and then leave ‘em, especially since she’s on a personal crusade to clear a bottom drawer case – a child kidnapping case that went cold years ago. Their major opposing viewpoints should end the relationship, but they don’t.
    Will the two women work out their differences and become a couple? Will Dionne’s family stop interfering with their budding romance and let it happen? Will Ashley’s inability to solve her cold case cause a rift between Dionne and her, causing Ashley to lose all she has worked for? Will Ashley open her heart and let Dionne love her? Find out in Armed But Not Dangerous, to love.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherB.L Wilson
    Release dateAug 2, 2018
    ISBN9780463755945
    Armed But Not Dangerous, To Love
    Author

    B.L Wilson

    B.L. has always been in love with books and the words in them. She never thought she could create something with the words she knew. When she read ‘To Kill A Mocking Bird,’ she realized everyday experiences could be written about in a powerful, memorable way. She wasn’t quite sure what to do with that knowledge so she kept on reading.Walter Mosley’s short stories about Easy Rawlins and his friends encouraged BL to start writing in earnest. She felt she had a story to tell...maybe several of them. She’d always kept a diary of some sort, scraps of paper, pocketsize, notepads, blank backs of agency forms, or in the margins of books. It was her habit to make these little notes to herself. She thought someday she’d make them into a book.She wrote a workplace memoir based on the people she met during her 20 years as a property manager of city-owned buildings. Writing the memoir, led her to consider writing books that were not job-related. Once again, she did...producing romance novels with African American lesbians as main characters. She wrote the novels because she couldn’t find stories that matched who she wanted to read about ...over forty, African American and female.

    Read more from B.L Wilson

    Related authors

    Related to Armed But Not Dangerous, To Love

    Related ebooks

    Lesbian Fiction For You

    View More
    View More

    Related podcast episodes

    Related articles

    • Article

      Screen Queens

      Apr 6, 2021

      Screen Queens
      3 min read

    • Article

      A Love Letter To My Queer Female Friends

      Apr 25, 2021

      I’m a sociable person. I have huge amounts of love for the people in my life; the ones I’ve known forever, the ones I’ve met this year, the ones I turn to for advice, the ones who lead me astray. The list goes on. Before corona (BC), it wasn’t unusua

      4 min read

    • Article

      Women Of The Year

      Apr 6, 2021

      Women Of The Year
      23 min read

    • Article

      DON WE NOW OUR Gay APPAREL

      Nov 19, 2020

      DON WE NOW OUR Gay APPAREL
      9 min read

    • Article

      Out On The Court

      Sep 11, 2018

      Out On The Court
      3 min read

    • Article

      Don’t Mess With Texas.

      Jul 17, 2018

      One of the longest running LGBT film festivals has changed names for its 31st birthday. The Austin Gay & Lesbian International Film Festival is now officially the All Genders, Lifestyles, and Identities Film Festival. Festival director Jim Brunzell s

      1 min read

    • Article

      Your Shout

      Feb 21, 2020

      Hi, my name is Claire, and in 2005 I met my wife through your magazine. We have been together 16 years and married for six years. My wife lives on the Isle of Man and I moved from Spalding in Lincolnshire in 2007 to be with her. I just wanted to say

      2 min read

    • Article

      An Afternoon In Her Shoes

      Jul 26, 2022

      An Afternoon In Her Shoes
      6 min read

    • Article

      Whose Life Is It

      Dec 10, 2023

      “What the hell?” Danny jumped up and tore out of the kitchen where he’d been reading his mail and enjoying a quiet lunch with his sister, Elaine. Startled, she looked up from the newspaper. “Danny?” He ran through the foyer, out the front door, and t

      7 min read

    • Article

      The perfect DRESS

      Sep 7, 2021

      The perfect DRESS
      6 min read

    • Article

      The heartbeat OF PARIS

      Apr 24, 2024

      The heartbeat OF PARIS
      9 min read

    • Article

      In a Silent Way

      Nov 25, 2023

      In a Silent Way
      3 min read

    • Article

      AN EXCERPT FROM The First Line of Dante’s ‘Inferno’

      Dec 1, 2020

      Early forties, tall, self-possessed. Hiking in the woods in search of her missing sister. A young park ranger, late twenties. Pretty. Slim. Strong. The play is formatted like prose; however, it is intended for performance. If actors simply perform th

      15 min read

    • Article

      The Girl I Knew Somewhere

      Dec 2, 2021

      The Girl I Knew Somewhere
      6 min read

    • Article

      Supportive Husband

      Sep 12, 2023

      There were less intimate places available, so it was odd when a woman took the seat directly facing mine across the subway aisle. I looked up from my book and right back down: a couple of months before, we’d gone home together. She had a Southern acc

      22 min read

    • Article

      Planetesimal

      Aug 15, 2022

      Planetesimal
      3 min read

    • Article

      The Friend I’ll Never forget

      Apr 25, 2019

      The Friend I’ll Never forget
      5 min read

    • Article

      A Perfect Match

      Apr 5, 2021

      It’s my sister’s fault that I’m standing outside a hair salon on the Saturday of my anniversary, too scared to go in. I’m not sure I was this nervous on my actual wedding day. Androulla had been bugging me for months that my look needed “updating” an

      7 min read

    • Article

      POISON ON Pink Paper

      Jan 2, 2020

      POISON ON Pink Paper
      8 min read

    • Article

      A summer TREAT

      Jun 24, 2021

      A summer TREAT
      10 min read

    • Article

      The Ceremony

      Sep 6, 2022

      It was something. Out of nowhere, I didn’t give a shit about anything for like a month. Like nothing. I mean yeah, there’d been plenty of times where I didn’t give a shit about something. Oh that thing? Yeah, fuck that thing. I did it all the time. M

      5 min read

    • Article

      The Birthday Party

      Nov 4, 2021

      The Birthday Party
      9 min read

    • Article

      Human Contact

      Aug 10, 2022

      Beer tasted like wet money—or maybe just bad beer did. Viola had never tried any other kind. She preferred white wine, but there was no white wine at this party. “Drink it like medicine,” the guy manning the keg said. “It’ll loosen you up.” He wore a

      18 min read

    • Article

      Cristina Rivera Garza

      Jun 15, 2018

      She would remember everything, out of the blue and in full detail. She would see the jade ring wrapped around her ring finger and, immediately, she would see the other jade ring. She would open her eyes wide and, without knowing why, would fall silen

      13 min read

    • Article

      The Family Plot

      May 7, 2020

      The Family Plot
      10 min read

    Related categories

    Reviews for Armed But Not Dangerous, To Love

    5/5

    1 rating0 reviews

    What did you think?

    Tap to rate

    Review must be at least 10 words

      Book preview

      Armed But Not Dangerous, To Love - B.L Wilson

      CHAPTER ONE: First Meeting

      Detective Ashley Williams wore a beige raincoat as she parked her nondescript car halfway down the block from the bar. The weather channel said rain, but it looked clear to her. It was late fall, the time of year where the weather could go either way. It could be cold, heavy weather in the morning, then hot as hell by midday and ready to snow by nightfall. The bar, the Black Hole, wasn’t open when she first arrived. It opened at three thirty today, just as it had done the last day and a half she’d parked down the street. This afternoon, she drank too much tea waiting for a guy to show, and her bladder was ready-to-explode full.

      She sighed. She hated these solo stakeouts, but her partner had called in sick. She was going it alone tonight. She frowned. Who was she kidding? None of that was true. Her partner didn’t know a thing about this little operation. She wanted to keep it that way for now. She’d go to the bar, pee, and be out in five minutes. She doubted if the subject was coming here tonight anyway. It was already way past his arrival time.

      She climbed out of the car and strode through the bar’s entrance, heading for the rear. She frowned. Christ, there was a line for the restroom! Well, that was just too bad. She was cutting in and using the facilities right now. She’d just slip in, pee, and sneak out the side door that she’d spotted eighteen hours ago. If anybody complained, she’d just flash her badge and say she was on a case. The bathroom door opened suddenly. A woman stepped out.

      Ashley hustled ahead of the tall woman standing next in line without explaining a damned thing.

      Hey, Lady, you can’t do that. I was next!

      Ashley shut the door on the rest of the woman’s words. Sorry, but I just did, she muttered, locking the doorknob.

      Dionne banged on the door hard and then stopped with a sigh.

      You gonna let her do that, Dee? the woman in line behind her demanded.

      What would you like me to do, Leslie? Kick the door in and yank her off the toilet?

      Yes, that’s what I expect you to do!

      Dionne shrugged. I’ll say something to her before she leaves.

      That’s too little, too late. Leslie frowned, then tightened her butt cheeks. A minute more and she’d be doing the pee-pee dance like her little cousins did. You must not have to go that bad.

      I can wait.

      Good, then let me go next.

      Dionne moved over to allow her cousin to take her place in line just as the door swung open and almost caught her in the chest. Hey, watch it, Lady! she remarked, dodging the door.

      The woman didn’t even look at Dionne or the other women patiently waiting in line for the bathroom. Instead, she ignored them to quickly scan the bar. The disappointed look in her eyes said whoever she was looking for wasn’t there. She strode out the side entrance.

      Lady, wait a minute! Hey, you, I said stop. I wanna talk with you, Dionne called out. The woman ignored her, heading out the side door that spilled into the alleyway. In four good strides, Dionne caught up with the shorter woman and pulled on her arm. She didn’t feel a thing but the gravel scratching her back as she looked up at the night sky. She tried to rise but found her chest weighed a ton, then realized the shorter woman had a foot in her chest and a gun aimed at her head. Hard, light brown eyes studied her. She decided it might be better to lie still and keep her hands where the woman could see them. She spoke slowly, emphasizing every word. I’m unarmed. If you’ll take your foot off my chest, I’ll show you.

      The woman nodded, stepping away but keeping the gun aimed at Dionne’s head. Dionne slowly opened her jacket with one hand to show she wasn’t carrying a gun or another weapon. She watched as the woman shrugged, put the safety on her gun, and then slid it back into the brown leather shoulder holster just underneath her armpit.

      Dionne’s eyes narrowed. She waited until the gun eased into the holster and she heard the snap of the strap securing it. She wasn’t taking this crap lying down. She stretched a hand across the dirt and gravel to knock the woman’s legs out from under her. With a satisfied smile, she watched her tumble to the ground.. It didn’t occur to her until much later that the undercover cop could have arrested her for assault or even shot her. How risky was that? We’re even, Lady! She hadn’t counted on the ground being uneven or the large rock the back of woman’s head hit with a loud crunch. Jesus, I’m sorry. Lady, are you okay?

      The woman tumbled backwards and landed face up. She’d closed her eyes when Dionne knelt to check her pulse. She leaned her head against the woman’s ample chest to listen for a heartbeat and suddenly felt a hard yank on her dreadlocks.

      Dionne raised her hands above her head. Shit! Lady, stop pulling my hair! Okay, okay, I’m sorry. Just let go of my hair, please? She felt the woman release her dreadlocks, which allowed her to stand up quickly and study the woman from a safe place. I’m sorry about that. It was an automatic reaction.

      No it wasn’t. You deliberately sacked me! the woman muttered, rubbing the back of her head. She looked at her hand. She had blood on her fingertips. She frowned at Dionne. You were pissed because I jumped the line and then I ignored you when I left. When I flipped your ass, it was the straw that broke the camel’s back, wasn’t it?

      Dionne reached inside her jacket for a handkerchief with one hand while she raised the other. Okay, you got me. I’m guilty as charged. Turn around and let me see your head.

      The woman frowned as she sat up. Can I trust you not to knock me down again?

      Yeah, you can trust me. Dionne dropped her hands to her sides and grinned at the woman. She knelt next to her with the handkerchief in her hand. I know a little first aid. Let me look at your head. I promise not to hurt you, too much.

      The woman bowed her head slightly and felt a warm hand wandering through her hair.

      You don’t have much padding on your head, do you? Dionne remarked, noting the woman’s short Afro, then inhaled deeply. Your hair smells nice. She felt something under her fingertips. Hmm, you’ve got a nice little goose egg back there. A bandage, some ice, and a little aspirin should do it. I could get it from the bar if you wait or we could go to my place. I’ll fix you right up.

      You already knocked me down once tonight. How do I know you won’t try again at your place?

      Dionne cleared her throat and sat back on her knees to stare at the woman. Well, for one thing, you have a gun and I don’t. She looked into annoyed eyes and grinned. I’d tell you to shoot me if I did something you didn’t like, but I think you might do it just for the helluva it. Then where would my students be?

      You’re a teacher?

      You could say that. Dionne offered a hand to the shorter woman sitting on the ground. My students call me Dr. Harris. You can call me Dionne or just plain Dee. She suddenly pulled the shorter woman to her feet. It was too fast. She stumbled. Oops! Dionne grabbed her waist to steady her. I’ve got you.

      The woman leaned into Dionne’s chest, resting there for a moment waiting for the spinning in her head to stop. Whew! I think I stood up too fast.

      Dionne rubbed her back. Take it nice and slow. Just stay there for moment until you get your land legs back. Er, what’s your name? I hate to keep calling you ‘hey lady.’

      Sorry, I’m Ashley Williams.

      You’re a police officer, aren’t you? Dionne continued to massage the tension her hand felt in Ashley’s back.

      They tell me. Ashley sighed. She allowed the gentle hands to continue doing their work, even as they moved lower until they were rubbing her hips. She groaned her approval and then moved closer until her body followed the movement of the doctor’s hand. Mmm, that feels good. Do you always treat your patients this well, Doc? The hands suddenly stopped their movement. Ashley felt Dionne stiffen and then pull away.

      Dionne stepped back and coughed to clear an unobstructed throat. She was buying time waiting for the heat to leave her body. The woman’s closeness excited her. There was no doubt about that. I’m sorry, Ms. Williams. I, er, I got lost in the moment.

      Ashley covered a grin with her hand. That’s all right, Dr. Harris. I understand perfectly.

      Why do I get the feeling you’re laughing at me, Ms. Williams?

      Hey? I’m the one with the injury. I could sue you for assault. Ashley yawned. Suddenly, I feel tired.

      Dionne frowned, then ran a nervous hand through her locks. She worried whether the cop was serious about suing her for assault. How much would that cost her? Hey, you’re not gonna faint on me, are you? She reached over to tilt Ashley’s face toward the light, then examined wide light brown eyes. Her pupils reacted normally to the light. Nice skin, she thought, touching the woman’s chin again. She smiled. When was the last time you slept, Ms. Williams?

      Ashley yawned again. I don’t know. I think it was thirty hours ago, maybe longer.

      No wonder you’re dead on your feet. Come with me. Dionne guided Ashley through the alleyway and then around the corner two blocks away. They arrived at her building five minutes later and took the elevator up to the seventh floor. They walked to her door. This is me. I’m gonna put a band aid on your head. I have an extra bedroom. If you want, you can crash here. I promise you’ll get a good night’s sleep.

      Ashley eyed Dionne. Her eyes traveled up and down the doctor’s tall frame. When she finished studying Dionne silently, she teased, Aw, that’s too bad! Suppose I wanted more than that from you, Doc?

      Dionne glared at her new patient. Humph, you’ll be lucky not to fall asleep while I clean your wound, Ms. Williams. I don’t think you could handle me tonight.

      Ah, so you’re one of those kinds of women.

      What kind is that? Dionne asked, opening the front door and allowing Ashley to enter first.

      You know the kind I mean. I bet you’re a woman who needs special handling.

      I don’t know. I never thought much about labels before. Dionne held a hand out. Give me your coat. I’ll hang it in the closet, then you can follow me to the bathroom. A phone rang in the distance. She strode across the hall to answer it.

      Ashley watched Dionne’s long-legged from-the-waist stride as she disappeared. She liked the doctor’s gentle hands and her sweet, engaging grin. There was no doubt about it. Dr. Dionne Harris was pleasant to look at with her soft dark eyes and the red-brown dreadlocks framing her face. But she was too tired to think about what she’d like to do with the good doctor. She noticed a comfortable-looking couch and decided to wait for the doctor there. She removed her raincoat, threw it on the couch, and sat down. She couldn’t resist slipping the neatly folded quilt over her and closing her eyes just for a second. In three minutes, she was sound asleep.

      Dionne picked up the phone. Hello? She grinned as soon as she recognized her cousin’s voice.

      "Whew, I’m glad you answered! You must be alive and healthy if you can still answer the phone. Where did you take off to? I came out of the bathroom and searched for you. There was no Dee. Then I went into the alleyway. Guess what? Still no Dee. I decided encouraging you to chase after that woman wasn’t such a bright idea. I went to the parking lot to search for you. Guess what? No Dee. Somebody said she saw a gun under that obnoxious woman’s jacket. When you just disappeared, I thought she’d murdered you or something! You gave me a heart attack. If I had a stroke and died, nobody would know she killed you. Would they, Dee?

      Where would I be without you? I’d be a mess, that’s what. You know nobody understands me like you do. Nobody appreciates my skill set like you do. All they see is a woman who talks too much. You, on the other hand, know how good I am with research and computers. I can make hard drives sit up and beg just like puppies—something that I always wanted but never had as a child. If you hadn’t answered the phone, my next call was gonna be to your brother, then your mother, and finally, my father. Leslie drew a deep breath.

      Dionne sighed. It was always better to let Leslie’s motor mouth run out of steam than to interrupt her. Are you finished yet?

      Maybe yes or maybe no.

      Well, Ms. Maybe, if you tell them, I swear I’ll disown you. You know how I feel about them interfering in my personal life.

      Yeah, well, when I didn’t see you, I didn’t know what to think. Speaking of which, did you give her a piece of your mind? Leslie frowned when she realized how low her cousin’s voice was. Why are we whispering?

      I don’t want her to hear us discussing her.

      "Her? Who is her? Leslie paused, then giggled loudly. You sneaky freaky bitch! You took her home with you. The extremely rude woman that pushed ahead of everyone is in your house this minute. Please tell me you’re in bed with her, Dee. And you’ve just finished doing the do with her. You need a good wake-up call. She seems like an assertive type who could give you a good one. I bet she’s aggressive in bed too! She had beautiful eyes. I couldn’t see much underneath her raincoat. I think she had a nice figure. Did you notice? What am I saying? You noticed everything about her, didn’t you? If you’re in bed with her, you did more than look, didn’t you, Dee? God, please say you’re whispering because the two of you are still in bed."

      Dionne sighed. Are you finished with your fantasy yet, Leslie?

      Shit! That means you didn’t do anything with her. She’s cute. Why didn’t you?

      I told you I need time to recoup and re-group after Brenda.

      Leslie cleared her throat. I think three years is long enough, Dee. It’s not as though Brenda died. She just wanted something different. It’s too bad you didn’t have a swinging dick or a snapping pussy. If you’d had them, I bet she’d be happy with you.

      Let’s not go there tonight, Leslie. Besides, I’ve got to check on my patient.

      What patient? Did something happen you’re not telling me?

      I tripped her deliberately.

      You did what?

      She wouldn’t apologize for her behavior. When I tried to make her, she pulled a gun on me after she flipped me to the ground.

      What a great icebreaker!

      Dionne rubbed her back where it had made contact with the gravel parking lot. Jesus, you sound drunk, Leslie. Dump that last beer and go home or you can spend the night here with me. She frowned. How would that work? I only have two bedrooms. Somebody would have to sleep with me or use the living room couch. Leslie was a restless sleeper. I can’t remember how many times she kicked me out of bed when we were little. The woman, Ashley, made a pass at me. Now I know she’s at least bisexual. It’d be nice to know she was a straight-up dyke. Even if she was, that doesn’t mean I’m ready to sleep with her.

      I can hear your wheels spinning, Cuz. You’re thinking, who sleeps with who when Leslie comes over? Then you’re thinking, am I ready for this? Am I right? Don’t answer that. I know I’m right!

      Christ, Leslie, I’m fine! Nobody killed me, so shut up, hang up, and go home. I’ll call you tomorrow.

      You’d better or I tell the wolf pack about the woman. You know how inquisitive and protective they can be with you.

      Don’t do it, Leslie! I mean it! Dionne sighed and grew quietly thoughtful. I think she’s a cop. They might know her. I don’t want to know all her business if they do.

      I hope you’re wrong. I’ll call you tomorrow but not too early, Leslie remarked.

      Dionne put the phone back in the cradle and went to check on her houseguest. She smiled when she found Ashley curled under the quilt sound asleep on her side. Well, well, Ms. Williams, I see you found a good place to crash. I’d like to look at that cut again. But I think you need sleep more than you need me waking you up to clean it, she whispered, grabbing a pillow from the love seat and placing it under the sleeping woman’s head.

      Ashley sighed, then rolled over onto her back. She opened her eyes. She’d heard Dionne’s low rumbling voice and then sat up with a groan. Ooo, my head hurts, Doc.

      Dionne studied her and then nodded. I expected you might have one hell of a headache. Follow me to the bathroom. Since you’re awake, let me look at the damage I did. Why don’t you leave your weapon in my safe?

      Ashley smiled in recognition. That was how she stored her gun at her place. I thought you said you were a doctor. Cops are the only ones that I know who lock their guns away like that. You’re not a cop, are you?

      No, er, I just uh… Dionne rubbed the back of her neck, trying to put words to her thoughts but finding it difficult. My brother is.

      Ashley shrugged, then her eyes widened as she stared at Dionne in sudden recognition. She snapped her fingers and pointed at Dionne. That’s why you look familiar. You’re the picture on the lieutenant’s desk. I saw it the day he interviewed me for the squad. It was a graduation picture of some sort. It didn’t look old. That must have been your medical school graduation, right?

      Dionne flushed and shoved her hands into her pockets under the woman’s intense scrutiny.

      "You’re my

      Enjoying the preview?
      Page 1 of 1