A terror attack strikes London
..... a cop is down.
Sergeant Sophia Castellana steps up to avenge.
A far younger man born to be a king falls under the spell of her courage and sexual experience.
A love story unfolds with unstoppable erotic passion while revolutionary mobs fight on the streets of France.
Dark forces plot their separate paths to power. A sexually ambiguous warrior woman seizes control.
Could a young king and his older lover queen bring peace?
Deceit, violence and betrayal can't extinguish the flame of true love.
A nation warms in the reflected heat of carnal union.
Buy this book now to feel the power of uninhibited sexual desire in the sweep of history.'Crowns', another stand-alone story in the 'Passion Patrol Series' of suspense romance novels.
Steamy Emma Calin holds nothing back to bring you her juicy mix of cops crime and passion, with a large side order of French satire sauce.Genre: FICTION / Mystery & Detective / Women Sleuths
Award winning satirical comedy suspense romance. Winner of the 2017 New Apple Award for Literary Excellence. Rated as a category #1 for sales in the first six months after launch.
She swung her boot into the gunman’s face as he tried to wriggle the gun from under his body. He was white, clean-shaven, about thirty and built like a commando. She stamped on his hands and wrists in a frenzy of fear and anger. The young man knelt on the killer’s shoulders and held him by his gingery curly hair.
For a second their eyes met as he looked up into her face. Probably he was as afraid as her but he had a calmness.
“What’s your name?” he said.
The banality and weirdness of the question stunned her as much as everything that had happened. What was all this?
“Tell me—please. I may not get the chance to find out.”
The gunman was writhing under their weight.
“Sophia. Sergeant Sophia Castellana.”
The young man almost smiled. His eyes were dark, his skin slightly olive and smooth. She wondered if he’d ever shaved.
The muzzle of a Police Diplomatic Protection Group issue Glock 17 weapon stopped a few inches from the gunman’s head. The hall had filled with cops.
“Put your hands behind your back,” said a hard voice tinged with military steel. It was the kind of voice that didn’t ask questions.
She looked around. A dozen weapons were trained on the back of the felled gunman. She heard the ratchet and snap of handcuffs. There was a smell of adrenalin-pumping fear which she knew as her own. Plain clothes Protection Squad type officers surrounded the young man as they ushered him away. He was tall enough to look over and catch her eyes one last time. He nodded calmly at her.
“I won’t forget you. I’ll never forget,” he said.
Already translated. Translated by Ana Medina
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