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Category: Erotica/BDSM Erotica/Romance
Description: Annabelle Agnew is a gal with money to burn and too much time on her hands. Known to pull all sorts of capers while visiting her family's summer home, Annabelle pushes the limit when she returns to Tybee Island to celebrate her recent college graduation. News of Annabelle's arrival is the talk of the town, and the first round of citizen complaints soon reaches the police department. Darren and David Shanks, two officers and brothers, are sent to deal with the unruly hellcat and her obnoxious friends. Darren and David reconnect with the young woman they've known for several years and devise a quick and quite intimate scheme. The Shanks brothers realize Annabelle Agnew isn't the same young woman they've known for most of their lives. There's something different about her and they're pretty sure they know what. Hard-core Doms, they recognize a submissive woman when they see one. Instead of reading the sexy vixen her rights, they decide to taunt her and see if she puts up a fight. And the crimes Annabelle commits are certain to lead two officers to cuff and stuff her in a way they'll all enjoy.
eBook Publisher: Resplendence Publishing, LLC, 2012 April
eBookwise Release Date: August 2012

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [101 KB]
Words: 20411
Reading time: 58-81 min.

Sergeant Colby Shanks jerked to attention. Tybee Island Chief of Police Tucker Tackerson slapped a manila folder against the oversized metal desk Colby shared with his younger brother, David.

MIA for the day, David skipped the early shift in order to spend the day on the beach. By now, he was probably waxing his surfboard and scouting for babes.

"Thought you might want to see what came in today," Tucker said, stroking his jaw.

"Probably not," Colby muttered, opening the envelope flap and flipping through copies of newspaper and tabloid clippings.

A loose picture fell to the wayside, and Colby glanced at the snapshot, catching a glimpse of the one woman who owned the ability to race his pulse. He froze in place. "Where'd you get these?"

Tackerson grinned as if he'd just relinquished a grand prize to a man who wasn't even considered a contender. "Let's just say I happened upon enough evidence to warrant a babysitting assignment." A beat later, he leaned over Colby's desk. "I bet David will ditch his bikini-clad arm ornaments once he finds out Miss Agnew is back in town."

"She's here?"

"She's on her way from what I understand." A second later, he added, "Tell David calling in on gorgeous summer days comes at a cost."

"You mentioned an assignment?"

"Don't give me that dismissive, you-can-take-it-or-leave-it attitude. Whenever Annabelle Agnew is on the island, I have an unbearable headache. I'll need to add extra officers to the night shift schedule just to handle the disturbance calls."

"Why? Are you expecting a specific problem?"

"Several of them," Tucker replied. "Looks like your girl is traveling with a new party crowd, a rough bunch from what I understand."

"Rumors," Colby said, tossing the folder's contents to the desk.

"I'll shoot straight with ya, Colby. I ain't happy about her arrival. I just spoke with a detective from L.A. The entourage traveling with Miss Agnew is a select group of partygoers who think they're above the law. Everywhere they go, they leave a wake of trouble. Some of her new pals are heavy drug users." He paced in front of the desk. "They're thugs with a lot of money. That's what they are."

Colby jerked. "Give Annabelle some credit. She wouldn't associate with losers like what you've just described."

"She would, and she is."

Colby took a deep breath. He felt his nostrils flare when his superior leaned over the desk again.

"All the fellows around here have taunted you for years. When Annabelle is in town, the Shanks brothers are nowhere to be found. That's why you and your brother will tail her. Lord knows, you'll probably do that anyway."

And a whole lot more. Colby stared out the window, imagining all the ways he and David might celebrate Annabelle's homecoming.

Tackerson threw up his hands. "See. Look at you. I might as well talk to the wall."

Colby didn't argue with him. What could he say? The chief was right. He had awaited Annabelle's return, strategically planned--or, more accurately, fantasized--about their upcoming reunion.

"She's bringing in a crowd too rough and rowdy for this small coastal island," Tackerson continued griping. "Tybee is frequented by honeymooners and families, not an A-list Hollywood crowd looking for a new place to crash."

"Chief, come on now. You've known Annabelle since she was a kid. She isn't one to rub shoulders with trouble. Everything in this file points to mischief, sure, but I can't remember a time when she's given this department any real problems."

"You're too young, Colby. You're still wet behind the ears. Of course you wouldn't recall the hell she brought down on this unit while she was still in high school."

"Summer pranks," Colby muttered. "David and I ran around with her back then. She was a handful, but hardly a criminal."

"Then do you mind telling me why she has a record?"

"Annabelle doesn't have a rap sheet."

"The hell she doesn't," Tackerson barked. "Check out the last page, the one with the highlighted area. You'll see. This past year, she's been behind bars for a little bit of everything--public drunkenness, underage drinking, possession, and even breaking and entering."

"I'm sure those last two charges are some sort of mistake." Sighing, Colby picked up a photograph of Annabelle dressed in a provocative black dress and high heels. "Damn, she looks good."

Tackerson glanced at the image. "Oh boy, here we go."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Come on, Colby. Every single man on this force spends his time off at the beach. The guys around here are always on a search for their next stroke of strange. My men know Annabelle and several of 'em were previously introduced to her playful buddies."

"So?"

"I have a list of officers who've been reprimanded for their past actions only because they attended--rather than busted--Annabelle's wild and crazy parties!"

A smile tugged at Colby's lips, but he defied the grin. The chief was clearly distraught. Colby understood his position--kind of, anyway.

"Last summer, Annabelle's neighbors called in complaints around the clock. I sent officers out to handle the ongoing disturbances. On each occasion, my guys returned tipsy from alcohol or with broad smiles pasted to their faces."

"And that's Annabelle's fault?"

"Yes!" He slapped his hand against Colby's desk. "I sent rookies and seasoned officers. The end results were always the same. Annabelle hooked them right up, introduced them to the beautiful people, and made them feel right at home. They returned to the station with countless stories of manipulated seduction."

"They were forced to participate in unruly acts, huh?"

"Enticed," the chief corrected him.

"Is that how you justify officer misconduct these days?"

Tackerson grunted. "Hell, most of these young guys don't care where they shake their sticks. As long as they have a good time after they clock out at the end of their shift, or better yet, while they're still on duty, they're happy."

"It's the American dream. Ask our politicians."

"I'm not laughing, Shanks."

Colby wasn't either. The chief was walking a mighty fine line where Annabelle was concerned.

"You don't understand the extent of that girl's charms, the extreme measures she'll take just to have a good time."

Colby understood all right. He knew all about Annabelle Agnew. Well, almost. He still needed to explore a few intimate areas. "Sounds like an internal affairs issue, Chief."

Tackerson growled. "What these men do on their own time isn't the issue here. It's what they do with that Agnew woman's crowd when they're on my time that bothers me! Hell, half these fellows are mixed up in that Domination and submission lifestyle crap. Kinky Couples, the new BDSM club, you know the one right? They opened in Savannah last year. Anyway, after that bar opened, the morals of this department went straight to hell."

Colby didn't comment. He knew the club. He and David weren't angels by any stretch of the imagination. They had their specific weaknesses, but Annabelle tempted them far more than watching public sex acts in a seedy underground club.

A quick trip through last summer took his traveling mind back to their last scene on the beach, mere hours before she left Tybee. Their last night together had been disastrous, and in a matter of hours, he'd find out if she'd held a grudge.

"I have two choices. I can either give you and your brother time off until Annabelle returns to L.A. where she belongs or I can pay you to watch her. She'll have you and your brother on a ball and chain by midnight tonight anyway."

"Like I said, Chief, Annabelle isn't a criminal. She may be a prankster, but a little mischief never killed anyone."

"Miss Agnew isn't a little girl anymore! She's a young woman. Breaking the law isn't cute or funny."

"I never said that," Colby remarked coolly. "As for her being a child? I definitely don't look at Annabelle and see a girl."

"I'm sure you don't," the chief grumbled. Tackerson pinched his nose between his forefinger and thumb. "I feel like I'm catching a cold. Maybe I should take a few hours off to enjoy the sun and waves. Perhaps I can summon one of Annabelle's girlfriends to hold a tissue box for me."

Colby laughed. The real issues were coming to light. This discussion wasn't about Annabelle and her friends. The conversation was about the chief's innermost insecurities. He probably felt like the resident old man around Annabelle and her crowd.

"Are you after a little attention from my girl, Chief?"

"Hell no. The last time I saw her, she needed to lose thirty pounds or so. Now, she looks like a damn Barbie doll. I like women with a little meat on their bones."

Colby squared his shoulders. He felt like a proud peacock, maybe even a man who'd already staked a claim. "As far as appearances go, she's the whole package." He held up a picture of Annabelle in a white pantsuit. The outfit clung to every curve, shaped the more precious crevice. "Look at those high cheekbones and full, luscious lips." He grunted. "The things I could do to that mouth."

"I hear ya," the chief mumbled, probably longing for the days of youth. "I may be fifty-eight, but I'm not quite ready to tuck away the old pleasure wand for good."

"Is that right?" Colby laughed, watching as the chief turned beet red.

Obviously embarrassed, he quickly added, "Well, it's not like I'm whipping it out for anyone and everyone to enjoy either."

"That's good to know, Chief," Colby muttered, returning to the task of reviewing the information supplied in Annabelle's file.

"But I'm still a man, by God, and I do look."

"Your wife would probably love to hear that," Colby said casually. "Remember, Annabelle's young enough to be your granddaughter."

"She ain't my kin. I can take a second glance."

Okay enough!

Colby released a quick breath and returned to the photographs. The next one he chose was a glossy eight-by-ten. He paid particular attention to Annabelle's long golden blonde hair, which was thick with full natural waves lingering a little past her shoulders. Three or four curls relaxed against the top of her right breast, and her mouth was curved in a pretty natural smile.

"Bet she's had a recent boob job."

Immediately, Colby closed the folder and slapped his palm against the bulging file. "Don't even think about it, old man."

"I'm just joshing with you, Shanks."

"I hope so, Chief," he said somewhat sternly.

"No worries here."

"Good," Colby said, never concerned by competition in the first place.

"Still got the hots for her, don't ya?"

"I've known her since we were kids. We used to spend our summer days building sand castles, for crying out loud!" And hots for her? Oh God, what an understatement.

"That doesn't mean anything. I'll say this, and be done with it-- I'm not puttin' up with a bunch of mopin' around after she leaves this time. If you want her, you'd best tell her how you feel before she finds someone who will."

"I hear what you're saying."

"Hey, by the way, have the two of you ever hooked up?"

Colby was beginning to think Chief Tackerson was a dirty old man. What'd he expect--graphic details?

Uh, yeah. Like Colby would supply them if he owned them.

"Are you kidding me?" Colby asked. "Her mom and dad wouldn't approve. She's their pride and joy. Annabelle is an only child. She's been spoiled rotten. She's expected to run with a certain class of people. Mr. Agnew, in case you've never met him, is a right scary fellow. Her mom is a true socialite. I'd say between the two of them, they'd ask a man for his financials and fingerprints before they'd give a nod of approval for a lunch date."

"And since when have you been old fashioned enough to ask a girl's father if his daughter can accompany you for a picnic?"

"If I ever take Annabelle out on the town, I'll ask her father for a lot of things," he teased.

"You actually sound serious."

"Maybe I am."

"Then you'll do what? Bypass every restaurant on the island and race for Savannah where you'll check into the most expensive hotel you can afford?"

"Damn straight," Colby replied, chuckling. "Then I'll drag her to that new kink club all the fellows are talking about."

"I wouldn't go there if I were you."

"Why not? You just said the guys around here frequent the place. I'll feel right at home."

"That bar gives this department a bad name. With all the local protesting, I'm scared to death one day my men in blue will appear on the evening news. Reporters will make the entire department look like sex offenders!"

Colby snickered. "I swear the older you get, Chief, the more I worry about you. You sound like a gossipy old woman."

"There's a place for sex, Colby. And it ain't in a public forum. In my opinion? It's a sacred occurrence reserved for a man and woman behind closed doors."

"Tell that to the other boys. Right now, I have a woman on my mind."

"I'm sure you do. Just so ya know, Annabelle is here to celebrate her recent performing arts school graduation. Thought you might want to hear that little tidbit."

He stalked to the door, paused, and thrust his index finger high in the air before he turned around. "Oh, and uh, she's traveling with rappers, models, actors and actresses. Many of 'em, we've all heard about on Entertainment This Weekend. Their faces are scattered across the tabloids with memorable headlines. They're trouble, Colby. That's what they are. I need you and your brother keeping your eyes and ears open."

"Shouldn't be hard to do."

"Probably won't be. That is, unless Annabelle has already hooked up with one of those long-haired rockers in her entourage."

Colby grunted.

The chief appeared satisfied. His smile widened. "If that's the case, you and David won't stand a chance. Hell, she may not toss you the sunscreen this summer. Knowing Annabelle, she's seeing a famous fella who's spreading more than lotion."

The chief left him on that note and Colby decided he was right about his boss. Chief Tackerson was worse than a gossipy old woman.