It's a Cop Thing
By Jenna Byrnes
I love cops.
No, I didn't used to feel that way when I was driving down the road and I'd see flashing red lights come up behind me. But those times were few and far between, and many years ago, so I'm back around to thinking that cops are indeed the good guys.
My first book had a cop in it, a detective, to be exact. Plainclothes, so he could wear tight jeans and a leather jacket. He had dark scruffy hair touching his collar, badly in need of a trim. A three-day beard growth (I don't know how a man is supposed to maintain the three-day beard growth look and my son agrees with me, it's a pain!) But my characters have it, and I like it.
The cop had a muscular physique and deep set chocolate eyes that could see right through to a woman's soul. The eyes had tiny lines around them that made him look tired, but when he smiled, they crinkled and his face fairly sparkled. That was Jack.
And later it was Nick. Only difference was, Nick's eyes were looking at other men. Same with the detective in my upcoming TEB release, Night Shift. Ryder has dark scruffy hair, a three-day beard growth--you get the picture. I'm enamored with the look, the fantasy.
It's funny, when I think about Jack, Nick or Ryder in my mind, I don't see the same man. They're each a special person with his own characteristics and quirks. But when I go back over the description, I have to admit, a sketch artist would have a tough time telling them apart.
I don't know any cops in real life and that works just fine for me. I'll keep them up on a pedestal awhile longer, until the story ideas run out. Which should be, oh, another fifty years or so. *G*
Rating: Total e-burning
Genre: M/M contemporary romantic suspense
Length: Short story
Available here September 28, 2009
Tracking a murderer on the streets of Chicago, two strong-willed detectives must work together on the case - as well as they get along in the bedroom.
Homicide Detective Cullen Ryder is worried. Someone is brazenly killing drug pushers on the grimy backstreets of Chicago. When the monthly murders jump to weekly and draw the focus of the chief of police, the Chicago P.D. starts jumping, too. The chief assigns a special task force to the case, much to Ryder's chagrin.
Handsome, dark-skinned Trevor Stone has testosterone and attitude to spare. As the head of the task force, he marches in giving orders right and left. Ryder doesn't like being bossed around, but he does like Stone. Maybe a little too much. When he discovers the feelings are mutual and the men fall into bed, neither is sure where the relationship is headed. Both know one thing - there's a murderer on the loose whom they need to catch, before he catches up with them.