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To Protect, Serve and Love: Cassandra's Cop

Follow African American erotic fiction author Cassandra Houston in this explosively steamy romance, set in Chicago and built around its protective police department and a family of ten Irish Catholic red-headed brothers.

 

After being nearly arrested for screaming too loudly during an orgasm, Cassandra is united unexpectedly with the man of her dreams - Officer John O’Keeffe. What begins as an attempt to merely ‘play’ with one another soon develops into a sizzling hot romance that will curl your toes and wet your lips - as well as warm your heart.

 

However, all is not flowers and candy for Cass and John. The youngest O’Keeffe brother Shane is on the run for armed robbery, and his cruel Assistant District Attorney brother Michael is after his head. As this drama unfolds, Cass finds herself tangled up in an attempted robbery all of her own and the question of jail time arises. Thank goodness for distractions like sex in a graveyard, sex in a bookstore, sex in the back of a train, sex in… Well, you get the picture!

 

Enjoy this beautifully passionate interracial erotic romance, filled with adventure, humor, and more politically incorrect drunken Irish slurs than you can shake a stick at!

Published June. 2019

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Excerpt

The rain for the month of April came close to breaking records, and it seemed to take most of May for Chicago to dry out. The rain was needed, however, and the city bloomed. With spring solidly with us, Cass and I spent more and more time outside. I loved long walks as much as she did and definitely did not mind being watched as we strolled. Every man enjoys the attention that having a gorgeous woman on his arms brings him.

Cass discovered the roof of our building as the weather warmed, and as a result, I finally got to see her and her crossbow in action. She owned several special targets, which she set up on the roof to use for practice. The day was nice and almost unseasonably warm. I watched her as she looked over her crossbow in the late morning sun. After making sure the bowstring was the way she wanted it, she nodded and looked at me.

"I haven't practiced in a long time," she confessed to me. "So, don't expect a lot from me."

I honestly didn't expect anything. "I've never seen a crossbow fired," I told her, shrugging. "They aren't exactly the weapon of choice for your average citizen, you know."

Cass nodded. "I know. But the average citizen can't carry a gun in Chicago. They can't carry a knife with a blade longer than a few inches either." She sighed as she considered her second amendment rights. "Criminals don't care what the law says, so those who follow the law are almost at the mercy of those who don't." She lowered her voice. "My father always followed the law and look where it got him."

I said nothing. There was nothing I could really say. Cass's father had given up his weapons when he moved from Texas to Chicago because the law said he could not carry a gun inside of the city limits. He was ultimately killed in an armed robbery, leaving a sixteen year old Cassandra orphaned.

He hadn't given up weapons completely. He and his daughter had become proficient in the use of the crossbow. Cass had told me she was a good shot, but I have never seen her shoot before now. She had not mentioned wanting to fire her crossbow, although she had the required permits to own and fire one.

Cass looked at me and smiled. "Ready to see what your woman can do?" she asked me.

I nodded and stood back with my arms folded. She bent and prepared the crossbow to fire and then stood and fitted the bolt, which she had fitted with practice tips that were not anywhere near as deadly looking as her hunting tips. Those were fitted with sharp blades that could pierce the flesh and break the bones.

She aimed and fired, and I dropped my arms in surprise.

“Bullseye!” she exclaimed, and I looked at her, knowing my eyebrows were raised and the shock showed on my face. She glanced at me as she prepared the crossbow to fire again. "Why do you look so surprised, John?" she asked me. Her tone of voice was a little amused.

 

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