NYPD Homicide Detective Vincent has been half in love with his partner for years, with no idea how to tell her. But when Jill comes back from vacation engaged to another man, Vin has to choose between risking it all or losing it all…

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Cuff Me

Jill & Vincent's Love Story

New York's Finest, Volume Three

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  • Rated R. Steamy, with explicit sex scenes.
  • This book is written in third-person, alternating the heroine and heroine's POV.

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“Layne brings all her considerable talents to bear [in Cuff Me].” —RT Book Reviews

An Amazon Best Book of the Year

Description

Meet New York's Finest-three hot brothers sworn to protect and serve the city they love . . . and the women who've stolen their hearts.

Vincent Moretti is one of the NYPD's top homicide detectives-and one of the most eligible bachelors in town. His family, however, thinks he should date his longtime partner, Jill-a sassy, sexy, smart-mouthed blonde who drives him absolutely crazy.

Behind the quiet authority, tough-guy demeanor, and dark aviator glasses lies a man with a big soul-and a hard body that can soften any girl's heart. After years as his coworker, Jill Henley has given up hope that anything could happen between her and Vin. Besides, loving him would break all the rules. But seeing Jill with someone else triggers feelings in Vincent he never knew he had. Now he'll have to stop playing good cop/bad cop-and find a way to convince her to be his partner for life. . .

Excerpt

Vincent lifted his hands to his sides as a wide grin spread over his face, and then he looked at his hands in surprise, as though not sure what to do with them—not sure what to do with the unfamiliar sensation of happiness.

And then he apparently figured it out. Vincent’s hands found their way to either side of her face, and he bent his head to hers.

And kissed her.

The kiss was over before Jill even realized it had begun.

Nothing but a firm meeting of lips.
A victory kiss, if you will. The type of kiss a friend gives another friend in an impulsive moment of triumph.

There was nothing romantic.

Nothing sexual.

Vincent had already moved away from her, his attention shifted back to his precious board.
Jill lifted her fingers to her lips.

It was nothing. It meant nothing.

But if it was nothing…why was her hand shaking? Why were her lips tingling?

If it was nothing…

Why did she want him to do it again?