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    Confessions of a Bad Boy Cop: Confessions, #2
    Confessions of a Bad Boy Cop: Confessions, #2
    Confessions of a Bad Boy Cop: Confessions, #2
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    Confessions of a Bad Boy Cop: Confessions, #2

    By Cathryn Fox

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    Not only is she too young for me, she’s my partner’s daughter for Christ’s sake. If I know what’s good for me, I’ll stay far, far away. I’m a cop, with the law to uphold, but when I find her trying to stave off unwanted advances, I give her a safe word, insisting she text me with it if she ever finds herself in trouble. Only problem is, I had no idea what I was getting myself in to. Or maybe I did. Either way, years later when all grown up Layla texts me, and I discover she used the safe word to lure me into her bed, I know I’m in all kinds of trouble. I’m not violating any rules, but this is my best friend’s daughter, which means she’s hands off all the way, right? Then again, they don’t call me Officer Bad Boy because I’m…you know…good.

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    PublisherCathryn Fox
    Release dateNov 9, 2017
    ISBN9781928056683
    Confessions of a Bad Boy Cop: Confessions, #2
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    Cathryn Fox

    A New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, Cathryn Fox has two teenagers who keep her busy and a husband who is convinced he can turn her into a mixed martial arts fan. Cathryn can never find balance in her life and is always trying to keep up with emails, Facebook, Pinterest and Twitter. She spends her days writing page-turning books filled with heat and heart, and loves to hear from her readers.

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      Confessions of a Bad Boy Cop - Cathryn Fox

      Confessions of a Bad Boy Cop

      Confessions of a Bad Boy Cop

      Cathryn Fox

      Cathryn Fox

      Contents

      Copyright

      1. Layla

      2. Jack

      3. Layla

      4. Jack

      5. Layla

      6. Jack

      Thank You!

      Confessions of a Bad Boy Fighter

      About Cathryn

      Also by Cathryn Fox

      Copyright

      (Formerly published by Cathryn Fox writing as Sloan Kincaid)

      ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. Without limiting the rights under copyright reserved above, no part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in or introduced into a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form, or by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise) without the prior written permission of both the copyright owner and the above publisher of this book.

      This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, brands, media, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of various products referenced in this work of fiction, which have been used without permission. The publication/use of these trademarks is not authorized, associated with, or sponsored by the trademark owners.

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      Layla

      Six years ago:

      Dad’s pool party is in full swing by the time I step into the backyard, in search of free alcohol for myself—and my friends, who are eagerly waiting inside. Hey, why shouldn’t I sneak a few bottles, right? It’s summer vacation. I just worked an insane double shift at the mall food court, and I wouldn’t mind a cold drink to wind down after a long-ass day with no breaks because my co-worker called in sick. Sick, my ass. I heard she hooked up with a couple guys and went to the beach.

      Scorching sunshine beats down on me as I glance around the deck, which is dotted with loud, obnoxious people. I take in the hedonistic atmosphere and skimpy bathing suits as stiff drinks are downed in record time. I shake my head in disgust. Sometimes I feel like I’m the only adult in the house. Yes, I know Mom and Dad had me when they were too young, lost great scholarships because of it—something my mother always likes to point out—but still, they’re supposed to be the grown ups in this relationship, yet again and again, they prove they’re not.

      I search out my mom, and my heart squeezes when I find her sitting on the edge of the pool. Cheeks pink from the sun, not to mention too much alcohol, she looks lost in thought as she runs a hand through her wet hair, and kicks her legs in the water. I grab the lotion and head straight for her.

      I go down on my knees. Mom, I say, and touch her shoulder gently, not wanting to alarm her. You might want to get out of the sun.

      She waves her hand at me like I’m nothing but a nuisance fly. What are you doing here?

      My heart sinks into my stomach at her dismissive, angry tone. I just got home from work. I hand her the lotion and she glares at it like I’ve just given her a store-bought enema kit.

      If you want to make yourself useful, grab me another drink. She shakes her glass at me, and the melting ice clicks on the bottom. As the sound grates on my last nerve, I want to tell her she’s had enough, but it will only lead to a fight. I take the glass and shut my mouth, making a mental note to leave Tylenol and water by her bed the way I always do when she’s on a bender, which is pretty much every weekend, and then some.

      As I make my way to the outdoor bar, I let my gaze rake over the crowd a second time. Most of the male cops Dad work with are either falling over themselves drunk, or hitting on someone else’s wife.

      Pigs.

      Every last one of them.

      Well except for Jack Michaels, Dad’s partner and best friend. I’ve known Jack forever and have yet to see him get out of control like the others. In fact, he’s always rigid, reserved, scanning the room for trouble. A predator in search of his prey. God, I want to be the deer in his headlights. A fine shiver moves through my body, hitting every hot button along the way to the needy spot between my legs. Yeah, that’s right. I have it bad for my Dad’s best friend.

      I pour my mom’s drink, making it extra watery, and set it on the bar top. I bend, and Jack’s gaze lands on me the second I snatch a couple of coolers from the bucket, and casually slide them into my backpack. I give him a small grin, and put the bag over my shoulder—a dare of sorts. He pushes off the table he’d been leaning against and folds big arms over a broad chest—a bare broad chest that my fingers itch to explore—his piercing gaze stealing the breath from my lungs.

      Jeez, he is so freaking good looking, so rough around the edges, it makes me all jittery inside. He’s taller than every other guy at the precinct, and has an athletic, rock-hard body that any criminal would be a fool to challenge. But I want to challenge him. Oh yeah, just once I want to push him until he loses that hard-earned control and acts on the heat between us. The sexual tension is off the charts, so powerful and volatile I can’t believe the other adults can’t feel it. Then again, maybe they can. Maybe they all know how we feel about each other, but don’t much care because Jack is a good man, and a good cop, who wouldn’t do anything illegal.

      But I won’t always be seventeen.

      My body warms as his gaze rakes over me, his brilliant

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