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Her Thin Blue Lifeline
Indigo Knights Book I
by A.J. Downey
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Chrissy Franco has every reason to take one hell of a victory lap around the
courtroom. She’s just defended her client to the best of her
ability and what’s more? Her client was actually innocent. Oh,
she’d killed her husband, baseball legend Skip Maguire, alright;
but he’d been about to hit a homerun with Miranda’s head.
His rabid fan base doesn’t agree with the verdict, and they’ve set
their sights on Chrissy as the one to blame. One of them is about to
set into motion a dangerous game when he publishes poor Chrissy’s
address online…
Enter Tony McCormick, a detective with the right kind of attitude and
Chrissy’s sort of ex-boyfriend. When he’s called to Chrissy’s
apartment, he’s prepared for the worst. He’s a homicide detective
after all. When he arrives, it seems that someone might have
forgotten to check to see if Chrissy was still alive… now it’s
everything he can do to find the man who did this and the other
behind it all before it’s really too late.
I heard Tony’s jacket hit the back of the chair he usually hung it on, and those heavy footfalls come my way, his shadow looming over me at the sink. He started to move my hair aside and I turned, whirling on my sneaker and backed up against the counter.
“Don’t… please?”
His blue eyes penetrated mine and he nodded carefully, leaning in none the less to kiss me. My eyes fluttered shut as his mouth moved carefully over mine. I kissed him back, and it was just as magical and as beautiful as the kiss the day before. I blindly set my glass aside on the counter and went to reach for him, but dammit, I’d misjudged and it slipped off the counter’s edge and shattered on the floor.
The crash of breaking glass made me jump and cry out, and I stuffed my hand against my mouth and squeezed my eyes shut. Cringing from my memories.
“It’s okay; it’s totally okay…” he murmured soothingly and smoothed some of my hair out of the way of my face so he could see me. “It’s just water and just glass, I’ve got it… no big deal.” He gently moved me the opposite direction of the mess around the kitchen island and said, “Go grab a stool, sit down.”
I swallowed hard, on the verge of tears, my heart racing, pulse jumping painfully out of the side of my neck, chest crushed as I struggled to breathe normally, in through my nose hold for a few seconds, and out.
The first panic attack had happened in the hospital, Pasquale had recognized it instantly and had helped me through some exercises. I knew what they were now. I am in control. I told myself. Tony went about cleaning up, letting me have some space and by the time he was done, I felt better. Still rattled, but better.
“You alright?” he asked, and I nodded.
I knew in the front of my mind that it didn’t matter, that Tony was the last person who would judge, that any number of medical personnel had seen the scars, but for some irrational reason, Tony was different. He wasn’t someone I wanted to see the ugliness… He just… wasn’t.
He came around to me and I twisted in my seat to face him, looking up at him and biting my bottom lip. He looked like he was going to give me a pep talk but the words died on his lips. He searched my face and stepped in close, between my knees and lowered his face to mine. I closed my eyes, and let him kiss me, kissing him back and sighing out with relief. I wanted so badly to feel something good and Tony’s kiss was like heaven.
His hands smoothed over my hips and up to my ribs and he gathered the hem of my fitted workout tank with his fingers, slipping his hand underneath and putting it against my skin. My desire for him shot through the roof at the same time my anxiety rose. I broke the kiss and pulled back and said breathlessly, “I can’t… my scars.”
He growled low and intense and said, “Baby, you’re gonna be on your back; no way I’m even going to see your scars.”
His Cold Blue Command
Indigo Knights Book II
Assistant District Attorney Damien Parnell leads a double life above and beyond
his membership with the Indigo Knights. Driven by dark desires
considered shameful by most, he covets the one thing he can’t allow
himself to have – a real relationship.
Enter Ally Blaylock, an innocent by Yale’s standards. She’s the sweet
and beautiful girl who makes his coffee at the café across the
street from his office. She’s done her best to flirt off and on
with the high powered attorney and he can’t help but be drawn to
her whimsical charm.
When Ally finds her world tipped on its axis, Yale goes against his better
judgment and offers her some unlikely help. He knows better than most
that the road to hell is paved with good intentions, but in this
particular case, could it be the opposite? Could Allison Blaylock be
the start down the road to his salvation?
She touched the side of my face and I refocused on her, her beautiful eyes trapping mine, something passing between us in that undefinable way… Whatever she saw in me made her smile, smile! I almost couldn’t believe it, but there it was, this sweet little smile painting her so soft looking lips, tempting me to kiss her and seal my fate, and for a flicker of a moment I wondered who was really in control.
“I don’t think you’re heartless,” she murmured dreamily, her fingertips dropping to graze my ribs.
“You don’t know me, yet…” I growled and I turned her to lay her down on the carpet. Her legs wrapped around my hips and I palmed hers, driving into her and pulling her down onto me at the same time. Powerful, driving strokes that made her cry out, those luminous eyes of hers closing, her bottom lip captured between her teeth. I drew it out with my thumb in a light caress and pressed it firmly, but gently past them. She sucked on it like I wanted her to, teasing the pad with her tongue while I drove into her, over, and over, and over again.
I dragged my fingertips over her body, rearing up to look down at her and used my thumb to tease her clitoris gently. She cried out again, arching, heavenly. So beautiful, she came around my cock and as she bent beneath me, I fully expected pure, white, wings to erupt from her back.
A Low Blue Flame
Indigo Knights Book III
Lillian Banks’ career took off like a house on fire and she’s on top of
the world. Great job that she loves, moved to a great city, into an
opulent new condo, in one of the world’s premier smart buildings no
less; all she was missing was the kind of romance to set her soul
aflame. She thought she’d found it but instead, found herself burned.
Backdraft knows what it’s like to get burned and not just by fire. His ex,
Torri, did quite the number on him recently by banging one of his
firehouse bros behind his back. He’s sworn off love and dating
altogether for the time being and is happier for it. He just wishes
he could get the time he wasted with that crazy skank back again.
Out of the ashes, an unlikely friendship is formed. Backdraft and Lilli
could find themselves rising if only they can get past their hurts
and give things a chance. Of course, lasting happiness is no
guarantee, no matter how much they might burn for each other. After
all, sometimes what was doesn’t want to let go.
“Dude, are you even listening to me?” Golden demanded, and I held up a hand. He shut up, and I diverted the rest of my attention fully to the couple at the table nearby.
The dude held her hands in the middle of the table and was talking to her in low and earnest tones but her eyes were too wide, glassy with shock, and I knew the look. I’d felt it myself only a few weeks ago, as one of the guys at the firehouse had told me the same thing that I would bet my last paycheck that this guy was telling her.
“Look, I’m sorry, I… I never expected things to go this far, but being with you… I’m sorry, Lillian; it just showed me how much I love her. Reminded me why I fell in love with her in the first place.”
The woman abruptly pulled her hands from his and put them in her lap, those wide, storm-chased blue eyes of hers finally letting loose, twin crystalline tears slipping over the careful makeup she’d put on before their date, tracking mascara down her cheeks.
“I can’t believe I’m hearing this,” she uttered, her voice hollow, and I knew that feeling, too. I put things together with lightning speed.
This guy was breaking up with his side chick and the side chick had absolutely no idea there even was a main.
Holy shit.
That was a new kind of low, even for me.
“Did I just hear that dude say what I think I did?” Golden demanded, and I held up a hand and waved him off. Aly’s face was set in surprise as I abruptly walked away from the table. Yale held his girl practically in his lap, protectively, and I was struck by how this piece of shit should be doing the same to the petite little thing across from him. Instead, he was smashing her heart with a ball-peen hammer, and in one of the most humiliating ways possible, to boot.
The motion of my stalking away from our table caught those devastated blue eyes of hers and she made eye contact with me. I got the full brunt of the pain she was desperately trying to mask and god, wasn’t that a familiar ache?
My heart went out to her, and I read clearly the pleading in her eyes for me not to intercede, but chose to misinterpret it. I couldn’t ignore what was going on right in front of me. I wouldn’t. Some pains were indeed private, but she needed to get the hell away from this guy, like yesterday.
“I’ll be back later,” I muttered at Golden who’d kept pace with me, and with a shrug, he broke off and went back to his beer. He didn’t say a word; neither did Blaze, who I caught out of the corner of my eye, leaning back on his stool. They both knew better.
His Wild Blue Rose
Indigo Knights Book IV
Alyssa isn’t completely honest when she answers the ad for a roommate
online. True, she needs a place to live, true she’s getting a
divorce, true; he’s a cheating jerk. There’s just a little bit
more to it than that. So when the ad comes across her screen
City beat cop looking to rent out a fully furnished room…
jumps on it, because what could be safer than living with a cop?
Golden isn’t too keen on living with a chick, but after posting online
looking for a roommate, he’s found the pickings are slim. The
softly spoken brunette doesn’t seem like she’s much trouble, plus
she’s got the cash up front, so what the hell? She’ll just have
to get over his bringing home badge bunnies from the 10-13. He’s
got a stressful job, and the best way to blow off steam, in his
estimation, is hot sex.
It’s a pressure cooker waiting to blow and it turns out the new roomie has
moxie, which gets Golden to thinking, which leads to him feeling.
This is either going to be a really good or a really bad idea.
He cleared his throat behind me and I jumped. I don’t know why I jumped. I knew he was home. I’d seen him walk past the mouth of the alley, had heard him come in the front door. Still, I jumped, and then I closed my eyes and felt my shoulders droop in defeat.
“Hey,” he said, haltingly, and I opened my eyes again to watch the rain lash the window and trickle down the pane.
“Hey,” I intoned back.
“I see you found my good whiskey.”
I snorted a derisive laugh and said back, “Yeah, well, I figured you owed me a stiff drink.” I picked up the glass at my hip and took a sip. The bite of the alcohol was strong, the flavor very oaky, but pleasant as the warmth trickled across my tongue and down my throat.
“That’s fair enough,” he said and I sighed, lifting my head from the wood window frame and turning it slowly.
He stood in my doorway, hands stuffed into the pockets of a pair of jeans, the button undone but the fly mercifully up. He was shirtless and comfortable, and looked entirely too delicious. And I really couldn’t believe my brain was even going there right now. Then again, if I drank enough, I might become attractive to him, too. That’s the way he seemed to like them. Drunk and horny, not a lot of class.
I swallowed my bitterness and turned to face back out the window. He sighed and I heard him pad barefoot across the carpet in here. He came into view, leaning a hip against the dresser near my feet.
“You know,” he said softly, “You’re doing this all wrong.”
“Oh, yeah?” I challenged him. “How’s that?”
“The kind of pain you’re trying to drink away? It’s the straight-from-the-bottle kind. No need for a glass.”
He picked up the bottle by the neck and took a swig, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He held the bottle out to me. I took it, and the peace offering that it stood for, and took a swig myself. He picked up my glass and gave me a nod.
“There you go.”
Her Pained Blue Silence
Indigo Knights Book V
Everleigh has had a wandering spirit since the day she was born. Her boring,
small town could barely contain her and at the first opportunity, she
fled. It was only natural falling in line with the freedom that MC
life brought to her. The allure of never being told what to do a
strong one. Sadly, she found herself trading one cage for another.
Given the road name Silence, for her shy lack of voice, she’s been a
part of a motorcycle gang out of Maryland. A rough and tumble lot
believing in sovereignty, running guns and drugs through Indigo City.
Narcos has been undercover with the outlaw MC, the Knights of Crescentia for
more than a year. In that time, he’s seen and heard all sorts of
things, except for Silence’s voice. She’s the president’s Ol’ Lady
and probably knows infinitely more than he does as a prospect to the
club. All that is about to change. Narcos is about to be patched in.
Unfortunately, patching in means going to an extreme he’d never
thought he’d be pushed to and Silence is in the crosshairs.
How will he get through this, through to her, and keep them both alive?
A Code Blue Call
Indigo Knights Book VI
It was a dark night of the soul for Angel, the night she appeared like his namesake. He
would have liked to have known her, but she was gone the next
morning. Now, more than a year later, he was doing much better,
continuing his work in Indigo City’s streets as a paramedic,
responding to medical emergencies.
Claire could never forget the medic whose life she saved just by being in the right
place at the right time. Still, it wasn’t enough to rescue her from
her own dark night of the soul and unlike him, she followed through.
Fate had other ideas for the both of them and for whatever reason, their paths crossed
again at exactly the right moment. Both of them were now determined
to not let this second chance pass them by, not like the first…
**Releasing in April!!**
A.J. Downey is a born and raised Seattle, WA native. She finds inspiration
from her surroundings, through the people she meets and likely as a
byproduct of way too much caffeine.
She has lived many places and done many things though mostly through her
own imagination… An avid reader all of her life it’s now her turn
to try and give back a little, entertaining as she has been
entertained. She lives in a small apartment in a quiet neighborhood
with a larger than life fiancé and two cats.
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