Excerpt
© Paige Tyler, 2010
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Good Cop, Bad Girl
Laughing, Julie yanked open the door and found
herself face to face with the most gorgeous guy she’d
ever seen. Tall, with short-cropped brown hair and a
perfectly chiseled jaw, he had a wide, sensuous mouth
and soulful dark eyes. More gold than brown, they
were the kind of eyes a girl could end up getting lost
in.

She forced her gaze to move lower, taking in his broad
shoulders and muscular biceps before coming to rest
on the shiny badge on the front of his dark blue
uniform. Directly across from it was a nametag that
read Chandler. This hot hunk was a cop?

Abruptly realizing she was just standing there staring
at him, she reached up to tuck her long, ash blonde
hair behind an ear. "Can I help you, Officer?"
He glanced at the other girls still sitting in the living room before those incredible eyes
settled on her again. "Is this your apartment, ma’am?"

She stifled a groan. Even his voice was sexy as sin. "Yes."

"We got a complaint about the noise you and your friends were making."

Julie automatically opened her mouth to apologize, only to close it again as the obvious
suddenly struck her. God, she was slow sometimes. This mouthwatering specimen of a man
wasn’t a real cop; he must be a male stripper her friends had hired for her birthday. And if
he looked even half as good naked as he did in that uniform, then she was in for a real
show. Her friends were the best!

She glanced at the other girls over her shoulder and gave them a wink before turning back
to him. Her lips curved into a sexy smile. "And you’re here to arrest me, right?" she teased.
"Or maybe you’d rather give me a birthday spanking instead?"

He lifted a brow, clearly caught off guard by the suggestion.

Julie was a little surprised by it herself. So much for not being able to ask a guy she’d just
met for a spanking. She wasn’t usually quite so bold. Then again, she was already on her
second margarita. Not that she was tipsy or anything. She was just feeling a little naughty.
And if she couldn’t be naughty on her birthday, when could she be naughty?

When he didn’t answer, she gave him a pout. "No? And one of my friends just gave me the
cutest heart-shaped paddle, too." She shrugged. "Maybe later then. I’d much rather see you
strip anyway."

His brows drew together. "Strip?"

Damn, he was really good at staying in character. She nodded. "Yeah, you know, take off
your clothes. Though I wouldn’t do it out in the hallway if I were you. Not unless you want
my neighbors to really call the cops."

When he didn’t move, she reached out and grabbed the front of his belt to give it a tug. He
didn’t resist, but let her pull him into the entryway. As much as she would have liked to
keep her hand right where it was, maybe even move it a little lower, she forced herself to
release him. She should probably let him start dancing before she got too familiar. She
waited, expecting him to make suggestive little moves with his hips and unbutton his shirt,
but he only continued to regard her with that same authoritative expression on his face.
Sheesh, this guy was seriously into his role.

Julie took a step closer to him. He was taller than she was by almost a foot and she had to
tilt her chin to look up at him. Up close like this, she could see light flecks of green in his
golden eyes.

"You’re really good, you know that? If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were a real cop."
She circled him slowly, running her hand up his arm and over his shoulder, then across
his back. "The uniform looks real, that’s for sure." She let her fingers trail over his opposite
shoulder and down his other arm, her gaze going to the gun in the holster at his hip as she
walked around to stand in front of him again. "So does the gun. And the handcuffs." She
ran a finger over the badge on his chest. "And that badge is the best I’ve ever seen."
As she studied the radio clipped to his left shoulder, she realized it looked real, too. She
didn’t know male strippers wore such authentic getups. She was about to say as much to
him when the radio suddenly hissed.

"All units in the vicinity of Bayview, we have a 2-11 in progress…"

She frowned. Bayview was a neighborhood in the southern part of the city, across town from
where she lived in the Lower Pacific Heights section of San Francisco. Oh…crap. This guy
wasn’t a stripper. He was a real cop! She jerked her head up to look at him, her eyes wide.

A slow smile curved his mouth as he folded his arms across his broad chest. "That’s right,
ma’am. The uniform is real. The gun is real. The handcuffs are real. The badge is real. And
you," he added meaningfully, "are in real trouble."
4/5 from Night Owl Romance!

"Good Cop, Bad Girl is a hot quick read that is not to be missed!"

"WOW! Paige Tyler hits the nail on the head with this one. Julie Hanson is
celebrating her 30th birthday with a group of friends when a cop shows up in
response to her neighbor's complaints about the noise. Man does it really
heat up when Officer Kirk shows up later to give Julie her birthday present.  
The sex was smokin' hot and had me pausing as I turned the pages.  For a
quickie this was a really well developed read!"

                                                                          - Reese
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5 Angels from FAR!

"I have only one comment: why didn't my birthday come with a handsome
man in uniform ready and willing to spank me? Good Cop, Bad Girl is one
hot short story that tugs on many readers' fantasy strings. Not only does
Kirk give Julie one deliciously erotic spanking, but he follows it up with a
night of amazing sex. I'd say it's more Happily For Now than Happily Ever
After although it's too soon in the beginning of this relationship to truly
tell, but what a relationship it would be should they continue their nights
after this one. A sizzling read!"

                                                                             - Bella