Frisk Me

Frisk Me by Lauren Layne

Starred Review from Publishers Weekly

A New York’s Finest Novel, Book One

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+ book summary

Officer Luc Moretti had no idea that his dive into the East River would have him drowning in a media frenzy. No matter how many times he tells reporters he was just doing his job, they're determined to make him into NYC's newest hero. Coming from a long line of NYPD's finest, Luc knows that being a cop has nothing to do with headlines and viral videos, and he's more than ready to get back to life away from the cameras-until he meets the gorgeous but jaded journalist assigned to film a TV special on him . . .

Ava Sims may be the only woman in NYC who isn't in love with Officer Moretti. That's why she's going after the real story-to find out about the man behind the badge. Ava's determined to keep things strictly professional, but the more time she spends around Luc, even she has to admit there's something about a man in uniform . . . and she can't wait to get him out of his.

+ excerpt

“How long are we going to pretend that we don’t want to be in bed right now?”

Ava gave a strangled laugh. “Clearly you don’t understand the art of interviewing. It’s all about finesse.”

Unable to stop himself, Luc traced an index finger along the sharp line of her jaw. “Guess you shouldn’t have flirted with a cop then, lady. No such thing as an interview in my line of work.”


“Nope.” He moved in closer, shifting so that his upper body leaned into hers. “We start with interrogations.”

“And then?” Her voice was flirty and light, but her eyes were pure heat.

His gaze dropped to his hand, which had found its way to her knee somehow. “Depends. If the cop’s skilled at interrogation, things generally progress to handcuffs…and other things. If the cop’s unsuccessful…”

Luc broke off and shrugged.

Ava looked at him over the top of her wineglass. “Which one are you? The skilled interrogator or the other?”



He leaned in and pressed his lips to her ear. “Whether or not you like handcuffs.”