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Dangerous Distraction
ISBN #978-0-85715-117-9
©Copyright Mia Watts 2010
Cover Art by Natalie Winters ©Copyright March 2010
Edited by Christine Riley
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This is a work of fiction. All characters, places and events are from the author’s imagination and should not be confused with fact. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, events or places is purely coincidental.
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Published in 2010 by Total-E-Bound Publishing, Think Tank, RustonWay, Lincoln ,LN6 7FL ,United Kingdom .
Warning: This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers. This story has been rated Total-e-burning.
DANGEROUS DISTRACTION
Mia Watts Dedication
To Tessie and Heidi for being awesome fan girls who keep me going.
Trademarks Acknowledgement
The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmark mentioned in this work of fiction:
Lifesavers: Wm. Wrigley Jr. Company
Chapter One
“Fucking A!Those bastards from ninth are here,” Gedry snarled. “I fucking hate those guys.”
“Where?”Paulson asked.
“Ninth in our neighbourhood?Fuck that.” Paulson’s partner looked ready for a fight. David Rook could never remember that guy’s name. Frankenfurter ? Frententruber ? Fronfuckingasskisser should have been his name.
Rook turned his bottle, expanding the moisture ring. “Ninth wouldn’t show up in our precinct for beer and pretzels.” He leaned on the high table where he’d propped his elbows. Hair fell over his eye and he puffed it off his forehead.
“The guy in the suit is DEA liaison for that office,” Gedry insisted.
Rook glanced over his shoulder. Five men huddled around a table like theirs. They were tight, controlled, watchful . These guys didn’t have that hang-dog endlessness about them like beat cops, nor the cadet-superman complex. Those uniformed guys all had one hang-up or the other.
This group looked solid and sported more than their share of confidence.
“Think they’re crossing borders?” Fronfuckingasskisser wondered, excitedly.
“For fuck’s sake, this isn’t gang warfare,” Rook muttered.
“You want a repeat of Strickland?” Gedry asked. His brows shot up, his upper lip wrinkled with scepticism. “You of all people—”
“—know when to let it rest,” Rook finished for him. He tipped the bottle to his lips, taking a long, final swallow.
“They stole our case,” Paulson said.
“It crossed lines. They had the majority of the information and the location of the hostages,” Rook reminded him.
“We had the bank that funded the damn thing,” Gedry said, increasingly disgusted.
Rook rose to his full height. “What the fuck do you want me to do about five guys from ninth hanging out?” He shook his head on a shrug. “It’s beer , Gedry . Get a grip.”
“I want to drink my brew in peace. I want them out of my goddamn face, that’s what,” Gedry bellowed. “Somebody has to show them the door, and you’re bigger than the rest of us. None of them will fight you, except for maybe their big dude.”
They had a big dude, too? Rook turned slightly to see their token big dude. The other guy looked about the same height and build as
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Dangerous Distraction
ISBN #978-0-85715-117-9
©Copyright Mia Watts 2010
Cover Art by Natalie Winters ©Copyright March 2010
Edited by Christine Riley
Total-E-Bound Publishing
This is a work of fiction. All characters, places and events are from the author’s imagination and should not be confused with fact. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, events or places is purely coincidental.
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced in any material form, whether by printing, photocopying, scanning or otherwise without the written permission of the publisher, Total-E-Bound Publishing.
Applications should be addressed in the first instance, in writing, to Total-E-Bound Publishing. Unauthorised or restricted acts in relation to this publication may result in civil proceedings and/or criminal prosecution.
The author and illustrator have asserted their respective rights under the Copyright Designs and Patents Acts 1988 (as amended) to be identified as the author of this book and illustrator of the artwork.
Published in 2010 by Total-E-Bound Publishing, Think Tank, RustonWay, Lincoln ,LN6 7FL ,United Kingdom .
Warning: This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers. This story has been rated Total-e-burning.
DANGEROUS DISTRACTION
Mia Watts Dedication
To Tessie and Heidi for being awesome fan girls who keep me going.
Trademarks Acknowledgement
The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmark mentioned in this work of fiction:
Lifesavers: Wm. Wrigley Jr. Company
Chapter One
“Fucking A!Those bastards from ninth are here,” Gedry snarled. “I fucking hate those guys.”
“Where?”Paulson asked.
“Ninth in our neighbourhood?Fuck that.” Paulson’s partner looked ready for a fight. David Rook could never remember that guy’s name. Frankenfurter ? Frententruber ? Fronfuckingasskisser should have been his name.
Rook turned his bottle, expanding the moisture ring. “Ninth wouldn’t show up in our precinct for beer and pretzels.” He leaned on the high table where he’d propped his elbows. Hair fell over his eye and he puffed it off his forehead.
“The guy in the suit is DEA liaison for that office,” Gedry insisted.
Rook glanced over his shoulder. Five men huddled around a table like theirs. They were tight, controlled, watchful . These guys didn’t have that hang-dog endlessness about them like beat cops, nor the cadet-superman complex. Those uniformed guys all had one hang-up or the other.
This group looked solid and sported more than their share of confidence.
“Think they’re crossing borders?” Fronfuckingasskisser wondered, excitedly.
“For fuck’s sake, this isn’t gang warfare,” Rook muttered.
“You want a repeat of Strickland?” Gedry asked. His brows shot up, his upper lip wrinkled with scepticism. “You of all people—”
“—know when to let it rest,” Rook finished for him. He tipped the bottle to his lips, taking a long, final swallow.
“They stole our case,” Paulson said.
“It crossed lines. They had the majority of the information and the location of the hostages,” Rook reminded him.
“We had the bank that funded the damn thing,” Gedry said, increasingly disgusted.
Rook rose to his full height. “What the fuck do you want me to do about five guys from ninth hanging out?” He shook his head on a shrug. “It’s beer , Gedry . Get a grip.”
“I want to drink my brew in peace. I want them out of my goddamn face, that’s what,” Gedry bellowed. “Somebody has to show them the door, and you’re bigger than the rest of us. None of them will fight you, except for maybe their big dude.”
They had a big dude, too? Rook turned slightly to see their token big dude. The other guy looked about the same height and build as
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