Cuff Me

Cuff Me by Lauren Layne

Starred Review from Publishers Weekly

A New York’s Finest Novel, Book Three

Vincent & Jill’s story

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+ book summary

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

His eyes narrowed slightly as though knowing something else was keeping her from inviting him in, but he said nothing.

They stood still for a long moment, looking at each other.

Jill was oddly relieved to see that he looked exactly as he had when he’d dropped her off at the airport three months ago.

Relieved that despite all the recent changes in her own life, this one thing would stay the same.

His clothes were the same. As homicide detectives, both she and Vin were plain clothed (i.e., no uniform) most of the time, but she liked to joke that Vin had a uniform all his own. Dark jeans. Dark top. Leather jacket.

His always-present aviator glasses were shoved up onto his head, even though the sun had set long ago.

Jill smiled fondly as she reached up to remove them. He always forgot they were there.

“Thanks,” he said gruffly, taking the glasses from her without meeting her eyes.

“You got a haircut,” Jill said. “It looks nice.”

His eyes looked up then, and something flickered. Something she didn’t recognize.