Focused and in control at all times. Most people think I’m a prick—and I’ll be the first to admit that’s probably true. But I’d rather be a take-no-shit cop than the kind of man genetics says I should be. You break the law, you pay the price. I don’t give a damn if you’re the captain’s daughter or the Queen of friggin’ England.
I have no patience for the cocky men my father oversees. Or maybe it’s just Sergeant Hardass who gets under my skin. Not only is he sexy as sin, he refuses to cut me a break.
And now I have to work with the arrogant jerk.
I shouldn’t want him, but a secret part of me craves his unforgiving edge. He could give me everything I need, but, first, I have to break down his walls.
I have to make him bend.
Bend by Molly McLain was a hot, sexy, funny and fast aced read and one that this book whore really liked! The banter, the sexual chemistry, the sexiness is what had me wishing that this one was longer than what it was because honestly? I could have read a full length novel and I would have loved each and every word.
From the very start Trent and Kinsley have a connection, one that may be from her running a red light, the same one, for two weeks in a row, but it is a connection. Kinsley’s dad is Trent’s captain and he sees her as the “princess” her dad calls her. What he doesn’t know is that Kinsley has a naughty side to her, one that could possibly match Trent’s. I loved these two together as well as the secondary characters, some who I can’t wait to get their books!
Bend was an enjoyable fast read that I recommend to anyone looking for a quick hot read that will not only have you laughing, but have you wishing you had a sexy cop with a dirty side (sexually that is) on hand and possibly a pair of handcuffs although those aren’t necessary. I am really looking forward to more of this series!
Like many novelists, especially romance writers, my infatuation with a good love story began early. I don’t remember exactly how old I was, but I’ll admit that Barbie and Ken acted more than a couple of the story lines I had in my head (sorry, Mom, but, no, not all of them were kid-appropriate). The obsession continued to grow as I got older and, whenever I left home, I always had a wire-bound notebook and a blue ballpoint pen in hand. In fact, every August, I still get that goofy, schoolgirl itch to buy up oodles of pens and paper, because, while I love my laptop, nothing compares to writing long-hand. If the house is quiet and there’s a thunderstorm rumbling outside, even better.
Not that I have the slightest a clue what a quiet house is anymore. Having three rambunctious (but awesome) kids, a zippy dog and a pesky cat has completely blurred my memory of peace and quiet. Oh, and I have a husband too–I call him the FisherGuy–and he’s probably louder and crazier than all the rest. I think I’ll keep him though. After all, he keeps me in fresh fish year-round (yum!) and he’s good hero material. Did I mention he’s also a firefighter?
We live in Northern Wisconsin and, let me tell ya, living here has provided lots of small-town fodder for this writer’s overactive imagination. Of course, I know no one who’s lived anything close to the steamy experiences I write about (not that I’d tell ya if I did *wink*). There’s something inherently sexy about not knowing what goes on behind closed doors…or even better, letting my imagination run free, concocting all kinds of stories and scenarios and putting them down on paper. Or my laptop.