Title: Frisk Me Series: New York’s Finest #1 Author: Lauren Layne Publisher: Forever Release Date: July 28, 2015
After a photograph of Luc Moretti saving a tourist hits social media, he instantly becomes New York's most famous and beloved cop. When a major network decides to run a special on the "American Hero," Luc's boss gives him no choice but to cooperate in the name of good exposure for the department. Luc doesn't mind the celebrity status-what he does mind is the gorgeous brunette journalist who's been assigned to follow his every move. Especially since she also happens to be the same knockout that rejected him rather publicly the week before.
Ava Sims is a woman who gets what she wants. And what she wants is to be CBC's lead anchor-but to get there, she'll need to nail the fluff piece on the playboy cop. Luc Moretti is everything Ava knows to stay away from: a stubborn charmer with a hero-complex. But the more Ava gets to know Luc and his oddball family, the more she realizes that beneath the swagger and the blue uniform is a complex man who makes her heart beat too fast. Soon, Ava's doing the unthinkable, and falling for the best of New York's finest ...
“Holy crap! You’re like, that guy! You’re the cop!” Luc Moretti deliberately ignored the high-pitched squeal. He took a slow sip of his much-needed coffee and threw up a silent prayer that for once, the women would be talking about some other cop. “Tina, it is him! The cop from the YouTube video!” Shit. Pray as he might, it was never some other officer who was subjected to over-enthusiastic hero-worship. Not these days, anyway. It was always Luc who couldn’t do so much as get on the A train without hearing some form of, hey, aren’t you that guy…? Yes. Yes he was that fucking guy. Unfortunately. “Can we get a picture with you?” one of the women asked as they both closed in on him. “Actually, I—” Luc’s ready protest was interrupted by the deep voice of his partner. “Ladies, ladies, let’s give Officer Moretti some space! The man likes to refresh his makeup before a photo op. Moretti, did you bring that special lip balm you like to use? The one you say makes your lips all rosy?” Luc’s eyes narrowed at his partner as he reached up and scratched his nose with his middle finger. Both women had already pulled cell phones out of their purses, ready for a shot with New York’s latest hero.
A woman stood in the back corner of the room, helping herself to coffee from the fancy coffee machine Brinker kept for his own personal use. Her body was mostly hidden by one of the horrible potted plants that Brinker’s wife insisted gave his office “homey character.” And then she stepped into plain view. He couldn’t help it; he checked her out. Everything about the woman demanded a second look, the legs in particular. Luc had never really considered himself a legs-man, being more of an “equal opportunity” guy when it came to female body parts. (Although, if his mother ever asked, he’d swear up and down that he only ever noticed personality. Maybe the eyes.) But the legs on this one were damn near perfect. For that matter, the high breasts and slim waist also earned high marks. Her subdued black skirt and white blouse should have been boring, but they’d obviously been perfectly tailored to fit her trim frame perfectly. The black high heels were icing on the already perfect cake. Then he looked at her face, and for a second, Luc felt just a little bit dazed. If anything, her features were even more perfect than the body. Her eyes were maybe just slightly too large for her otherwise petite features, but there was no doubt about it, the woman was stunning. And yet, there was something else there too, just beyond the jolt of sexual awareness. Recognition. Luc might not have his brother Vincent’s photographic memory, but he was pretty damn good with faces. And he was pretty sure he knew this one. His brain scrambled to place her, but he kept coming up empty. Her eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly on Luc, and his narrowed right back. He definitely knew her from somewhere. She gave him a slow, knowing smile. “Fifth and Fortieth, three years ago.” He shook his head to indicate he didn’t follow. “You’re trying to figure out how you know me. Three years ago, you gave my news van a parking ticket, and we exchanged…words. That’s where you know me from. I’m Ava Sims.”
Luc stifled the smile, letting his former scowl resettle on his face. If Lopez thought he was being played, there was no way he’d go for it. “Hey, so Cap said the hot reporter would be doing ride-alongs with us. That’ll be cool,” Lopez said. “Seriously? You hate ride-alongs,” Luc said. Lopez held up a finger. “No, I hate the dippy, I-wanna-be-a-cop-someday type of ride-alongs. Those stupid kids are always offering advice when they don’t know shit about shit. But Ms. Sims will be a nice kind of ride-along. Just sitting, observing…looking fine…” Luc withheld the snort. If Lopez thought Ava wouldn’t be offering plenty of unsolicited advice, he had an unpleasant surprise. He doubted mind your own business was in her DNA, not to mention it was a blatant contradiction of her job description. “Hot or not, same rules apply,” Luc said, just to set the record straight. “She can come on the tame ride-alongs. That’s it.” “Shit, and here I was planning to bring her to a shoot-out,” Lopez mused. Luc flung the paperclip back at his partner, nailing him in the forehead. “Hey. So, I need you to be my wingman.” Lopez rubbed the red spot to the right of his temple with a knowing grin. “Ah, so you do want a piece of Miss Media.” Yes. No! Damn it. “Let me rephrase,” Luc said, sitting back in his chair. “I need you to be my reverse wingman. Do whatever you need to keep that plastic, nosy diva away from me.” There was a light tap on his shoulder before a female voice spoke up. “Gonna be hard when this nosy diva is hell-bent on getting all up in your business.” Whoops. “Nice job, Wingman,” Luc said with a glare at Lopez, whose grin indicated that he’d definitely seen Ava approaching and had opted not to mention it. Luc pivoted around in his chair so he faced Ava. Only he was sitting, and she was standing, which put him exactly at eye level with Ava’s slim hips. Generally speaking, Luc liked a little more curve to his women, but apparently his preferences were shifting, because he couldn’t help his sex-starved brain from thinking that Ava Sims’s hips were the perfect size for his hands to wrap around, his fingers holding her still as he prepared to plunge into her… The fantasy dissolved into a million pieces when she opened her sassy mouth again. “You know…” her voice was considering, her finger tapping idly against her lips. “I’d always heard that the whole man-in-uniform thing was supposed to be a turn-on. Guess it’s an acquired taste.”
Lauren Layne is the USA Today Bestselling author of contemporary romance.
Prior to becoming an author, Lauren worked in e-commerce and web-marketing. In 2011, she and her husband moved from Seattle to New York City, where Lauren decided to pursue a full-time writing career. It took six months to get her first book deal (despite ardent assurances to her husband that it would only take three). Since then, Lauren's gone on to publish ten books, including the bestselling Stiletto series, with several more on the way in 2015.
Lauren currently lives in Chicago with her husband and spoiled Pomeranian. When not writing, you'll find her at happy hour, running at a doggedly slow pace, or trying to straighten her naturally curly hair.