Nothing is ordinary in the
small town of Passion, especially the love.
Victor Davis is a man trying to escape the tragedy of
his past. Several months ago, a bullet that was meant for him
killed his girlfriend by mistake. Now struggling to move on,
Victor’s taken over as the chief of police of Passion. Vic knows
everyone in Passion, so naturally he can’t help but notice when
beautiful stranger Julia Wilson moves into the small town.
Mysterious and alluring, Julia came to Passion with one thing on
her mind, avenging the death of her sister. Desperate to find
the truth, and keeping her true identity a secret, Julia enters
into an affair with the one man she thinks might be able to give
her answers—Victor Davis.
Lust and love run rampant when Victor and Julia enter into a
torrid romance. But Julia’s deception turns dangerous and
secrets from Victor’s past soon threaten their fragile
relationship. Murder, kidnapping, and an escape that you’ll
never forget. Welcome to the town of Passion.
“Officer, oh, officer. I need your help.”
attention to the high pitched voice, Vic saw the elderly woman
running towards him. Instinct kicked in; he prepared himself for
the worst. “Is there a problem, Mrs. Dunbar?”
“Yes, yes, oh,
dear, dear me.”
“Just relax, Mrs. Dunbar. Take a deep breath and tell me
“It’s Mr. Jingles, oh, Lord, he’s stuck under
“Did you call for help?” Vic asked, rushing along
with the woman as she led him to her house.
“I was just about
to go into the house and call, but then I saw you. Thank God.
You have to help him.”
“Okay, just relax. Was he conscious
when you left him?”
“Oh yes, and yelling his head off.”
“Okay, that’s good. What part of him is under the tree?” Vic
pulled out his radio and was about to call in for backup when
He paused not just in step, but
thought as well. “Come again?”
“His tail. I heard him crying,
so I went out to see where he’d gotten to, and I found him stuck
under the tree.”
“Yes,” she said with
exasperation, leading him to the back of the house. “See.”
One look and Vic wanted to curse out loud. “That’s a cat.” And
like she’d said, it was screaming its head off.
Jingles. I don’t know how he got himself stuck to the base of
the tree. You have to help him, please, officer.”
a deep breath, Vic walked up to the tree. Yep, she was right,
the cat was stuck and apparently not just his tail, but it
looked like his butt as well. Vic couldn’t help but laugh.
“This is no laughing matter, officer.”
He didn’t bother to
correct her in regards to his rank but did stop laughing. Or at
least he did his best not to laugh. “Okay, let’s see what I can
do.” Biting his tongue, Vic knelt down to the cat, who looked
like he was ready to shred anything that came near him. Thank
God for the regulation work gloves Vic wore. He pushed some snow
away from the cat to get a better look. “Well, looks like I
solved this one quickly.”
“What? What are you talking about?”
“Looks like Mr. Tinkles—”
“Jingles,” she corrected.
“Jingles, sorry, has gotten his butt stuck on his own urine.”
Vic looked down at the panicked cat. “Don’t you know that when
it’s this cold out, you shouldn’t put your butt down when you’re
taking a leak?” he chastised the cat while he hissed and swiped
his front paws at Vic.
“Can you help him?”
“I think I can.
What I need you to do is go inside, run some hot water into a
bucket and bring it out to me.” The instant she hurried to the
house, Vic let the laughter roll. How could he not find humor in
the situation when the damn cat’s ass was frozen to the snow
because of his own piss? “See, that’s where dogs are smarter.
They lift their legs to pee and, therefore, prevent having their
balls and ass stick to the snow.”
“Here we go.”
lip, Vic took the bucket of hot water from Mrs. Dunbar and knelt
back down to the cat. “Now, be a good kitty and don’t claw my
eyes out when I free you.”
“Don’t hurt my baby,” Mrs. Dunbar
Nodding to her, Vic just hoped he wasn’t the one
that got hurt. “Here we go.” Tilting the bucket, Vic began to
pour the water beside the cat, in hopes it would melt the snow
and release Mr. Jingles. The cat hissed, began to claw wildly,
kicking up snow in his fight to free himself.
Mrs. Dunbar cried out.
Because he worried the cat would rip
its balls off, Vic placed one hand on top of his back while he
poured the rest of the water. It wasn’t easy holding Mr. Jingles
down; the cat was large, fat but strong, and put up a good
struggle. The water melted the snow which released him from the
spot he was frozen to, and Vic managed to scoop up the cat with
both hands before it managed to run away. “Hold up there, big
guy. Let’s check you out.”
“Is he alright?”
The cat fought
like it was being murdered and managed to dig his claws right
through the thick leather gloves Vic wore. He cursed under his
breath, shifting the wiggling cat to check out his backside.
That had been a major mistake.
Mr. Jingles wiggled, Vic lost
his grip and the cat lunged at him, clinging to his jacket. And
if that wasn’t
bad enough, Mr. Jingles took one carefully
aimed swipe at Vic’s face and scratched him right across his
“Son of a bitch!” He dropped Mr. Jingles, and the
cat instantly ran for the house.
“Mr. Jingles,” Mrs. Dunbar
cried, racing to the house.
“You’re welcome,” Vic called out,
dabbing at the fire on his cheek. “Brutal bastard,” he muttered
under his breath, trudging his way through the alley and away
from Satan’s spawn. Damn cat.
With his gloved hand, Vic
covered the wound as he marched his way home. Do someone a favor
and look what you end up with. What had his life come to? He’d
resorted to freeing cats frozen to the snow because the feline
was too stupid to take a piss inside when it was cold. Six
months ago he’d been investigating major crimes, and now he was
freeing stupid cats from the snow.
Lord, what had he been
“Well, hello, handsome.”
Glancing over, Vic
smiled at the beautiful blonde with big, blue eyes and replied
in a sexy growl, “Well, hello yourself.”
Finally, things were