EACH HOLDING A DIFFERENT BADGE OF THE LAW
EACH SWORN TO SERVE AND PROTECT
prom-ise: assure someone that one will definitely do, give, or arrange something; undertake or declare that something will happen.
NYPD Officer Ryker Cunningham comes from a family of men committed to upholding every letter of the law. But when he crosses paths with MaryAnn Glover, a troubled woman who not only tempts his heart but also his self-control, his need to protect her overrides everything he’s ever believed in. With a promise to keep her safe at any cost, Ryker shows MaryAnn what it means to live without fear…and love without regret.
“I love you, MaryAnn. Time and distance will never change that.”
“I just want to be loved, Ryker. Is that too much to ask? I just want to be loved.” “Baby, I never fucking stopped.”
“It’s the scars you can’t see that take the longest to heal. But sometimes, the very thing that broke you is the only thing that can heal you.”
The Officer’s Promise might be a novella, but let me tell you, this short read really packs a punch. Ryker and MaryAnn’s story grabs you from the very first page and captivates you the entire time. MaryAnn’s story is definitely not an easy one. It’s hard. It’s intense. It’s gritty. My heart ached for everything that she went through. Her story definitely shocked and angered me.
Ryker was just amazing. He entered MaryAnn’s life at just the right moment. The feelings that he had for her never died and in fact, only grew stronger after seeing her again. I loved how protective Ryker was of MaryAnn and how he saved her and got her through one of the darkest times of her life. He became everything to her. He was the help she needed to get back on her feet. He protected her when she needed it the most. He loved her when she thought she was unlovable.
The Officer’s Promise was a quick and easy read for me. It had the perfect balance of drama, romance and sexy good times. I loved the characters. I thought they were very real and easy to connect with. You couldn’t help yourself from wanting to learn more about them and wanting them to find their happily ever after. This story does deal with some tough subject matter and the author did an amazing job tackling that.
I think this series is off to a very exciting start and I’m looking forward to seeing where this series will go next!
*I was provided an ARC copy of this book, in exchange for an honest review*
She didn’t come in the following week.
Or the next.
I found myself constantly worried about her. It was driving me crazy, and I needed to know she was okay. Today was my day off, but I went to the West Side Deli for lunch anyway. I’d been here every single day since, hoping like hell she’d show up.
I’d almost given up for the day, after sitting here for the last four hours, when she finally walked in. Rain pelted the sidewalk outside but she was wearing those damn sunglasses again.
Anger simmered in my blood as I slid from the booth, halting her before she could even place her order.
She kept her chin tucked to her chest, eyes trained on the floor as she tried to sidestep me.
“Whoa, MaryAnn, are you all right?”
Her gaze lifted to mine, and I could see the dark shadow beneath the tinted shades. “I’m fine.”
“Are you? Because you don’t look fine. Come sit with me for a minute. Let’s talk.”
“I can’t, I’m in a hurry.”
“Listen, I just want to be your friend. Remember when we were friends and we could talk and trust each other?”
Her lip trembled. “Please, I just need to get my order and get home. If I’m gone too long he’ll—”
She snapped her mouth closed, realizing her mistake.
“Nothing, never mind.” She shoved me aside and made her way to the counter to place her order. Once she had her cup in hand, I met her over by the fountain.
“Listen, I appreciate your concern, but like I told you before, I’m fine,” she tossed out, refusing to look in my direction.
She continued to shift her face away from me, and I was growing more and more irritated by the second. “I don’t believe you.” “Excuse me?”
“I said I don’t believe you. I think you’re far from fine. I think you’re in danger and need help.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I’m not stupid, MaryAnn. I’m a fucking cop for Christ’s sake.”
She recoiled, and I instantly regretted the anger in my tone. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Then why are you wearing sunglasses when it’s raining outside?”
“My contacts were giving me problems this morning and—”
I reached up, gently pulling them down her nose, revealing her eyes, the right one damn near swollen shut.
“Jesus,” I gritted. She quickly shoved them back in place, spinning away from me. “Who did that to you?”
“God, why are you doing this? Why can’t you mind your own business and leave me the hell alone?”
I stepped in front of her, gently cupping her elbow. “I just want to help you.”
“I don’t need your help.”
“Your husband did that, didn’t he? And the bruise I saw a couple of weeks ago, he did that, too.”
“You have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Then call me a liar.”
Silence hung heavy between us.
“Why stay? Why not leave him?” I asked, desperate to know why someone as strong and beautiful as her would put up with a piece of shit like that.
“Because I’m more afraid to leave than stay.”
“Ticket number 298!”
She jerked from my grasp, snatched her order off the counter, and stormed out without a second glance.
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