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Razor's Edge: Men in Blue, Book Two
by Jayne Rylon

Category: Erotica/Erotic Romance
Description: There's a thin line between protection and betrayalâ?¦and they're dancing on it. Men in Blue, Book 2 Isabella's marriage to the wealthiest man in the state looked fairytale perfect. Only she knows the truth behind the nightmare forcing her to run with the clothes on her back, the scars on her body and no one to trust. Not even her own father. When the man hunting her has unlimited resources, hiding in plain sight is a wise choice. Isabella basks in the protection of the limelight as an instructor on a pro-am TV dance competition. Perfect plan, except her ornery partner is packing moves she never learned in any studio. A rookie mistake in the line of duty earned Razor months of rehab and a healthy distrust of innocent-looking women. Determined to prove to his fellow men in blue his green has worn off, he goes undercover as Isabella's dance partner to investigate her possible involvement in a sex-slavery ring. But as he attempts to cozy up for information, their instant chemistry challenges his detached composure. An attempt on her life should have cleared the air. Instead it muddies the waters even more, forcing them both to trust each other. And depend on the one thing Razor thought he'd lost. His instinct. Warning: This book contains ultra-sexy young cops, who aren't afraid to show a girl their best moves on and off the dance floor.
eBook Publisher: Samhain Publishing, Ltd., 2010
eBookwise Release Date: December 2010

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Words: 102505
Reading time: 292-410 min.


"I quit!"

Chief Leigh chuckled.

"For Christ's sake! I'm a cop, not some twinkle-toed ballroom dancer." Razor gawked in horror when his superior officers didn't flinch. They were dead serious.

"Listen, kid. You don't have a lot of options these days. Your cover is blown. We can't use your baby face to bust drug rings in the schools anymore. Not since you've been plastered all over the news this last year."

No one mentioned the reason why. They pitied him too much to talk about how fucking stupid he'd been--how he'd let his dick lead the way straight to hell.

After five months in rehab, thanks to the two bullets he'd caught with his chest and the one that had skimmed his thigh, James "Razor" Reoser had reported back to duty only to find the department planned to farm him out on some feel-good publicity stunt as a hometown hero. Some damned hero. Maybe they didn't trust him with real police work anymore.

He wouldn't blame them.

But why were Mason Clark and Tyler Lambert in on this meeting? They'd been at the core of the fiasco that had landed his ass in the hospital for months. Thank God his fuck-ups hadn't cost them, or their woman, their lives in the end. He never could have survived that.

"They're screwing with you, Razor." Ty broke the tension, letting him off the hook. "There's more here than some bullshit assignment."

The chief nodded. "If you think you're up to it..."

"I am." Razor didn't need the man to finish.

"I have one last undercover op for you." His boss retrieved a manila folder from his desk and handed it over. "You've heard about Mrs. Isabella Buchanan Carrington leaving her husband?"

"Uh...yeah." Razor scrubbed his hand through his hair as he tried to recall the society news. Not exactly his usual cuppa. In fact, he fast-forwarded through those stories to reach the local sports scores on his DVR most nights. But the second the captivating woman's picture had flashed on his screen a few days ago, her interview had fascinated him. Or at least he'd studied her luscious mouth as she recounted her sob story.

Disgust had rolled through his gut when his cock stiffened for the first time AG--after Gina. All for a damsel in distress who'd probably staged the whole drama to leech cash out of the sucker she'd married while she schemed to run away to Mexico with the pool boy.

"She'll be your partner on the show."

His stomach cramped.

"Is this some kind of sick test? To see if I can keep my hands to myself?" Razor hated that they might think him incapable of remaining impartial. More, he feared they were right.

"Not exactly."

"That's not very reassuring," he grumbled.

"Let's say there are advocates in the administration for your early retirement."

"Fuck! I'm twenty-four, sir. I'll be the only retired rookie in history." Just when he thought his destiny couldn't decay beyond miserable. Now he'd have unemployed to add to crippled and gullible.

"It's not going to come to that. You need to regain your edge, that's all." Mason clapped his giant hand onto Razor's slighter shoulder. He always felt like a freaking hobbit compared to the hulking man. "You've got this. Ty and I will have your back."

"Tyler, brief him." The chief monitored the city playing out on the other side of his seventh story window.

"Isabella Buchanan Carrington. Age--twenty-two. Height--five-foot-two. Blond, amazing sky blue eyes, I'm guessing 32C..."

"Ty!" Mason wasn't in the mood to fuck around.

Razor appreciated his focus. Regaling the movie-star looks of his new mark couldn't possibly help.

"Yeah, yeah. She comes from money. Lots of money. Married more money. We've been after Malcolm Carrington for years, but had no luck proving he's supplementing his inheritance with dirty deeds. Yet, his tastes run to more expensive shit than he should be able to afford. And, believe me, that's saying something. He's been involved in Buchanan business for years. The night Isabella turned eighteen Carrington was spotted wining and dining her at The Summit. Gossip columns billed them the perfect couple despite the fact he's nearly fifteen years older than her."

Razor couldn't imagine that kind of lifestyle. Hell, he'd have to save for the next five years to have an appetizer at the swank restaurant. He supposed extravagance helped when attempting to snag the hottest, richest lady in the state. Hell, maybe the country.

"When she turned nineteen, Carrington proposed in front of a quaint gathering of five hundred guests at Rolling Greens, the country club both he and pops belong to. The platinum couple was engaged for a year and married the day before her twentieth birthday."

"This guy was on a schedule, huh?" Razor blew out a sigh.

"Seems like it. Didn't hurt that she was set to inherit some of her mother's cash either, I bet." Mason's disgust for Carrington rang through the room.

"Set to?"

"Seems when her mother died in an accident at their mansion, a clause in her will left her share of the wealth to the daughter. Unless Isabella were to marry into a family better off than hers--hard to conceive of--in which case old man Buchanan could keep the dough to support himself in retirement. Like the bastard needs it."

"Lambert, that's enough." The chief beat them at politics every time. One reason he'd made the grade and they never would--never wanted to.

"What kind of douche takes from his own kid, even if he's allowed?"

"Move on."

"So the babe gave it all up for her husband. Who, by the way, was spotted by one of our watchers with another woman in the garden at his own fucking multi-million dollar reception. Paid for courtesy of daddy's new stash, I'm sure."

"And she fell for all this bullshit?" Razor could have kicked his own ass when the three other men in the room stared at him without uttering a single word.

When he thought the supercharged atmosphere might spontaneously combust, the chief said, quietly, "Malcolm could be an expert con man. What chance would a sheltered girl have against a shark like him?"

"It looks like she might be wising up now." Mason added.

"Or she was in on it from the beginning." Razor scrubbed a hand through his hair and tried to ignore the subtext. "So why do we care? Yeah, maybe they shat on her one time too many and she decided she wants out, maybe demanded her nest egg, but there's nothing criminal here. Just greed. All of their greed."

"On the surface, you're right." Tyler snatched the briefing. "But lately we've been picking up some chatter. The joint Carrington-Buchanan holdings are vast. They're into lots of legitimate businesses and a few that skirt the line. This time they may have gone too far. Ever hear of Black Lily?"

Razor paused. Should he admit that? In front of his boss and his superior officers? Who already had reason to doubt his judgment when it came to sex? Fuck it. No sense in lying now. "Uh...yeah. I know what it is."

"Ever been there?" Mason arched an eyebrow.

"Maybe once or twice."

"Malcolm Carrington is the proud owner of the establishment. On paper. Lots of people say Buchanan has controlling interest but doesn't want the trail leading in his direction." Tyler winked at him. "Again, nothing illegal about people enjoying consensual BDSM scenes in a private club. However, we've heard rumors of something...darker going on in the reserved rooms."

"What do you mean? Prostitution?" Razor had heard whispers the last time he'd visited--forbidden offers--but it'd been a while.

"Worse." Mason spoke through clenched teeth. "They're allegedly trading sex slaves in the dungeons. Offering test drives, rent-to-own deals and other arrangements I can't comprehend. One of our moles reported seeing someone resembling Mrs. Carrington on site."

Razor cursed under his breath. One psychotic woman who thrived on power games was enough for any man's lifetime. He'd barely survived Gina. They wouldn't sic another on him, would they?

"We need to know if she's involved or if she can slip us information. With trouble in paradise, she could help us crack the case, bring Malcolm down."

"And you think I'm going to be able to figure out the truth? You think I can fucking tell if she's lying--if she's up to her perfect tits in trouble or masterminding the plan? We all know I can't tell jack shit when it comes to the femme fatales of the world." He hated the panic squeezing his vocal chords until his pitch rose.

"I believe you can." Tyler looked straight into his eyes as he offered the reassurance Razor never could have asked for but desperately needed. "You won't get fooled again. We'll be at every show, watching, helping."

"You're on the case. You better get your act together." The chief didn't stray from his place at the window. "I won't be able to overrule the administration again."

"It's all about your edge. You have to hone your instincts. Jump back on the horse." Mason nodded in Razor's direction. Not a single trace of doubt tinged the more experienced cop's expression.

Razor didn't have a choice. He was being pitched into the lion's den. Again. "There's just one thing..."

"Yes?" The chief hesitated a moment before answering.

"I don't do sequins."

Mason and Tyler's laughter boomed through the office. The chief pivoted, flashing a hint of a smile. Ten tons lifted from Razor's shoulders. If he could pull this off maybe things could return to normal.


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