Collision Control
Page 1
Table of Contents
Legal Page
Title Page
Book Description
Dedication
Trademarks Acknowledgement
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Epilogue
New Excerpt
About the Author
Publisher Page
A Totally Bound Publication
Collision Control
ISBN # 978-1-78430-216-0
©Copyright C.A. Szarek 2014
Cover Art by Posh Gosh ©Copyright September 2014
Edited by Rebecca Douglas
Totally Bound Publishing
This is a work of fiction. All characters, places and events are from the author’s imagination and should not be confused with fact. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, events or places is purely coincidental.
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced in any material form, whether by printing, photocopying, scanning or otherwise without the written permission of the publisher, Totally Bound Publishing.
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Published in 2014 by Totally Bound Publishing, Newland House, The Point, Weaver Road, Lincoln, LN6 3QN
Warning:
This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers. This story has a heat rating of Totally Sizzling and a Sexometer of 2.
Crossing Forces
COLLISION CONTROL
C.A. Szarek
Book four in the Crossing Forces series
A one-night stand can’t possibly mean forever…
Detective Jared Manning met his match at a bar. After a night of passion, she sneaks out of his bed without so much as a note. Problem is, now he can’t find her.
Kindergarten teacher Melody Nash doesn’t do one-night stands. Embarrassment gets the best of her and she lies about her name.
When they collide at her school, Mel resists his pull. She won’t risk her heart on the obvious playboy, even though she can’t stop thinking about the night in his arms.
Stress engulfs both Jared’s personal and professional life. His brother is at the center of the joint case he and his partner are working in cooperation with FBI. He puts his job on the line when he fails to share his blood relation—a complication he doesn’t need, considering the FBI agent on the case is convinced his brother killed her fiancé.
Balance is the name of the game. Can Jared save his brother and convince Mel they’re meant to be together?
Dedication
Book four. Really?
I love this series and these characters so much I guess it went faster than I realized.
I need to thank my husband, Shane, for input and continuing interest in my ‘cop’ stories. I’ll just have to keep working on you for the rest of the stuff I write.
Thanks, once again, to my former FBI friend, Holly. Your expertise and having ready answers to all my questions never ceases to amaze me. I really think you do know everything.
Thanks to my friend Christine for always keeping me going when I wanted to stop. Also, Amee, for always having encouraging words. I know you love Jared almost as much as Cole, but don’t worry, I won’t tell if you don’t.
Alanna, you always have two pom poms for me, and for that I will be eternally grateful.
To my two Jo’s: Y’all rock. End of. Thanks for always being there for me, no questions asked.
Toni, you’re made of awesome. Don’t worry about Joe so much. You’ll see.
Alison, thanks for the race to the word count contest. Looks like you were right. Again.
Thanks to everyone who follows me on Facebook and Twitter, checks out my blog and website. Without you guys getting the word out about my books, constantly cheerleading, and awesome support, I couldn’t do this!
Trademarks Acknowledgement
The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:
Coach: Coach, Inc.
Louboutin: Christian Louboutin Ltd.
Jeep: Chrysler Group LLC
Kia Sportage: Kia Motors Corporation
Starbucks: Starbucks Corporation
Ferrari: Ferrari S.p.A.
Lamborghini: Automobili Lamborghini S.p.A.
Chevy Impala: Chevrolet, General Motors Company
Diet Coke: The Coca Cola Company
BMW: Bayerische Motoren Werke AG
Mercedes: Mercedes-Benz, Daimler AG
Cadillac: General Motors Company
Hummer: General Motors Company
Taser: Taser International
Desert Eagle: Magnum Research, Inc.
Glock: Glock Ges.m.b.H.
Ford F-150: Ford Motor Company
Dodge Challenger: Chrysler Group LLC
Ford Crown Victoria: Ford Motor Company
Sig: Lüke & Ortmeier Gruppe
Chevy Tahoe: General Motors Company
Ducati: Ducati Motor Holding S.p.A.
Styrofoam: The Dow Chemical Company
Sherlock/Watson: Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
iPhone: Apple, Inc.
Chapter One
Her laugh got his attention first.
Jared looked over his shoulder. Four women at a table. A blonde, a brunette, a redhead, and the last had long wavy hair somewhere between blonde and brown.
Which had the laugh that intrigued him?
She laughed again and his eyes shot to the one in the corner, facing the bar.
They were all pretty, but he couldn’t tear his gaze away from her long, wavy locks.
Jared watched them talk, wearing a smile. He needed to see more of her body. Her purple shirt was tight and displayed large breasts. She was curvy. He could see it even from his distance at the bar. Not heavy by any means, but not his normal type.
Gorgeous.
Nowhere in sight was his usual wannabe supermodel. Too bad he couldn’t tell what color her eyes were.
“All right, dude, I need to hit the road.” His buddy’s voice made him jump. Amusement flashed across Pete’s green eyes. “You okay?”
Jared bit back a curse. “Yup.”
Pete probably needed to get home to his wife, Nikki. Jared’s partner, Cole, had left to head home to his wife and two kids, too. Cole was married to Pete’s partner, Andi. Both his fellow detectives had someone to go home to.
Envy made his gut heavy.
Since when do you give a shit about that?
Jared swallowed a groan.
He needed to get laid.
Pete glanced at his watch. “See you in the a.m., then. Chief wants us all in for morning patrol briefing. Did Lucas tell you?”
“Yeah, but he didn’t say why.”
“Neither did the boss. We’ll find out in the morning.”
“Guess so.”
“Hope it’s not a long day. Hell, make that a long week.” Crane sighed.
“Everything okay?”
Pete made a dismissive gesture with his hand. “Oh, yeah. My brother and Lee are coming in Wednesday with the baby for Thanksgiving. They’re staying through the end of next week. First time meeting my niece and all that. She’s two months old now, so I’d like to actually spend time with my family, ya know?”
“Ah.” Jared nodded. Yeah, he got it.
His adoptive parents were in Antioch, and his little sister away at school in Corpus, but they were all important to him. Although, Jared had no clue where his older brother was. He had Joe’s cell number, but he hadn’t talked to the guy in almost a year.
“So, I hope it’s not a big deal, is my point,” Crane said.
“We’ll deal, no matter what. It’s always tough before we get into the holidays. Hell, maybe he wants to talk the on-call schedule or some shit.”
Pete arched and eyebrow and smirked. “At seven in the morning? Doubtful. Gut says it’s a case. Hopefully Andi and I get to say not it.”
Jared laughed. “Me and Cole got your back. We can always make Sully and Jamison take it.”
“Not likely. They’re immersed in that crap they’re helping the county with.”
“Damn. That’s right. No worries. Me and Lucas can take it.” He thumbed his chest.
“Good deal.” Pete glanced at his watch. “I really gotta run. Pregnant wives get sorta grumpy when you’re late.” The guy’s expression belied his words. The detective was on cloud nine about becoming a father. Everyone knew he adored his wife, too.
“Tell Nikki I said hello.” Jared offered one last wave and watched Crane jog out of the bar.
Love?
Kids?
No thank you.
He liked kids all right—his partner’s boys were a blast to play with. Jared had got stuck with babysitting duty once or twice, but he’d enjoyed hanging out with five-year-old Ethan and sixteen-month-old Micah. However, he was grateful he got to return them to their parents.
That kind of responsibility wasn’t for Jared.
And diapers?
Ew.
He blew out a breath and surveyed the local cop hangout.
McAuley’s had been in Antioch before Jared was born. The boys in blue of the small Texas city had adopted it when a retired detective, Mike McAuley, had opened the doors back in the sixties. It was an Antioch Police Department institution.
He swept his gaze along the walls full of police paraphernalia, from antique to modern day. There were pictures of cops everywhere, too. A framed one of McAuley himself was mounted over the bar. He’d passed away when Jared was a kid. His three sons ran the place nowadays.
The girl laughed yet again. Jared’s eyes rested on the four women, but none of them were looking his way.
He grabbed his shot glass and gulped the Scotch, even though he didn’t need a fortifying drink to approach a woman. Never had problems with that. Perhaps that was the problem.
Oh shut up and do your thing.
“Ladies.”
Silence reigned as four sets of eyes looked up at him.
The blonde flashed a smile. Yeah, she was the hottest one at the table. Slender. Tight clothes. Pouty lips with bright red painted on them.
Red winked. She was cute, too. The brunette obviously checked him out, eyes roving his jeans and blue button-down before she smiled, too.
The last woman—the one Jared wanted to stare at him—looked away, breaking the quick eye contact.
He begged for her to look his way again.
She finally did after he cleared his throat.
Blue. Her eyes were like blue crystal.
Jared flashed his signature smile. The one old girlfriends had told him melted them on the inside and made them fall into his bed.
Even in the dim light of the bar, her pink cheeks were obvious. His stomach fluttered. Her beauty stunned him as much as the color on her cheeks pleased him. Her hair was more brown than blonde. Full of waves he wanted to run his fingers through. High cheekbones, creamy skin and plump lips. If she was wearing makeup, it was minimal, and she didn’t need it.
“Can I buy you a drink?”
She didn’t look away, but she grabbed the full bottle of beer in front of her. Didn’t tell him no, but her eyes did.
Jared swallowed a groan and shifted in his combat boots.
Since when are you uncomfortable in front of a woman?
Deeper crimson stained her cheeks. Endearing, but his gut told him she was uncomfortable. For some reason, he wanted to make her feel better.
She looked around, as if she wasn’t sure if Jared had been talking to her.
Odd, considering the eye contact.
“I’m Jared.” He shoved his hand out.
Show her you’re talking to her.
Her blue eyes widened.
He’d expected a smile. Not the look of abject horror she was wearing now.
The redhead to her right not-so-subtly jabbed her side and Jared’s intended jumped.
“Umm…hi.” Her voice was as enticing as her laugh.
He wanted to drag a chair over and sit next to her. His voice took a hike and he chided himself not to stare.
“Well, it’s getting late,” someone said.
Jared’s gaze shot to the blonde, just as she exchanged a look with the brunette.
The other woman nodded.
Blondie pushed her chair back and swung a Coach bag the size of Texas over her shoulder.
Brunette and Red also stood. “Yeah, I think I need to get home, too,” the redhead said.
The brunette agreed, grabbing her jacket. The shuffling of belongings and chairs combined with the clopping of high heels happened fast.
Jared blinked and they were headed to the door without a word to their abandoned friend.
But now we’re alone.
He looked down at her, but his smile stalled.
Betrayal dominated her expression. She glared when the blonde paused at the door of McAuley’s. The woman flashed a smile and wave that was obviously lost on the woman before him.
Jared cleared his throat. “Can I sit next to you?”
Her head whipped back around. “Why?”
He rocked back on the heels of his shitkickers.
Why?
Charm. Focus on being charming.
“I like to keep the company of a beautiful woman.” Jared smiled.
She frowned.
He stared. He couldn’t help it.
She frowned at a compliment?
Jared quirked an eyebrow and slid onto the chair next to hers, because she was never going to invite him to sit. And that made him want to join her even more. Intrigued the hell out of him. “What’s your name?”
Cocking her head to one side, she studied him. “Uh…Ren.”
“Wren like the bird? Cool name.”
“No.” Her cheeks reddened again and she looked away. “Umm…it’s…short for Renee.”
He watched her fidget before she’d meet his gaze again. His stomach churned at the thought of her being uneasy with him. He forced words out. “Can I call you Renee?”
Those eyes met his and he swallowed hard. Crystal blue, like a morning summer sky. Jared had never seen anything so beautiful in his life.
“O-o-o-kay. I mean, sure.” More shifting, so he reached for her hand.
Touching her resulted in a zing of energy shooting up his arm. Their eyes locked. Her lips parted and his mouth went dry.
He wanted to kiss her.
No. Jared needed to kiss her.
Before he could even lean in, Renee gasped and moved away.
“Which one of them put you up to this?” she demanded. The suspicion in her voice made him rear back.
He blinked.
Wanting to kiss a woman two seconds after meeting her was fast…even for him.
Get it together, seriously.
“Excuse me?” His voice cracked.
She looked away. “Never mind.”
Jared studied her. She was nervous. No…uncomfortable. Why? “Renee.”
When she met his eyes, his heart skipped.
“I want to have a nice evening. A drink. A dance. With you.”
She cleared her throat and Jared wanted to kiss it.
“With. Me.” It wasn’t a question.
He nodded. “With you. Is that a problem?”
Renee’s pale blue gaze raked his face. “No. I guess not. My friends are always telling me I need to loosen up.”
“Are they now?” He flashed his best charming grin. “Just so happens I’m pretty good at helping that along.”
“I don’t doubt that.” She looked him up and down and something in her eyes made him want to squirm. “Okay, rules.”
“Rules? How can you relax if there’re rules?” He reclined in the chair, fighting a smile.
“No small talk.”
“Really?”
“Really. None of that Where do you work? Do you like your job? What’s your family like? What do you do for fun? Blah blah blah.”
Jared laughed. “So, no politeness?” He had some ideas if she didn’t need him to be polite.
“I didn’t say don’t be polite. Just…let’s keep this in the here and now.” She looked away again, something flashing in her eyes, but it was gone by the time she turned back to him. A slight smile curved her luscious mouth.
Jared didn’t buy it. He grabbed her hand. “You okay?”
“Nope. Not going there. That breaks the rules.”
“Already? Well then, I’m sorry, ma’am.” He grinned until she smiled back and Jared inclined his head. “I think the jukebox needs a coin or two and I need a dance.”
“But no one’s dancing.” She gestured to the small area of McAuley’s that passed for a dance floor.