TIGHT PANTS, HOT COPS. MFM ROMANCE, OUT 20 JUNE

 After a long hiatus, Pixie Storm is back with a MFM menage featuring men in uniform. It's the first book in the Silver Harbor series.

Out 20 June from Siren Publishing. Read below for an excerpt.

SYNOPSIS:

Deputy Valery Prince has an unrequited crush on her generally disagreeable, but hot boss, Sheriff Dane Wentworth. Dane’s doing his best to nurse a broken heart and trying not to notice Valery, but when sparks fly between Valery and new deputy, Harley Miller, Dane realizes he has stiff competition and needs to step up before he loses her for good.

Harley’s looking for peace and quiet after a traumatic incident on the job left him with long-lasting scars and Valery has her own reasons for seeking the tranquility of Silver Harbor. As she draws closer to Harley, and Dane finally begins to show his true colors, all she knows is, she wants both men, baggage and all and sharing could be the best thing to happen to all of them.

EXCERPT:

Valery Prince hated the sheriff of Silver Harbor almost as much as she desired him.

There he was, first into work as always, lounging against the kitchen counter with a freshly brewed cup of coffee. Blowing on it, with a scowl on his handsome face because he wasn’t a morning person. Then again, he wasn’t an afternoon or a night person either. That scowl sat there most every day and was one of the reasons Valery hated him.

However, she had never seen a more handsome man in her life. He had nothing to recommend him apart from six feet four of hard, worked-out muscle and an angelic face you could weep over. And sometimes, that felt more than enough.

She wanted him. Something about him made her liquid to the core. Something about him had made the desire for him build steadily, relentlessly, to such proportions over the past year that soon she was afraid she would explode like a volcano, showering the entire town in molten lava of need. He was going to be the death of her. She was sure of it.

His massive frame dominated the kitchen, and just like every morning, she squeezed past him at eight thirty and stowed her lunch in the fridge. She paused with the door open and inhaled the spicy, manly scent of him, fresh from the shower. That scent haunted her dreams. When she went home, she smelled him in her house. She smelled him in her bed.

She couldn’t help but glance at him. Dark, almost black hair swept back from his face with styling products. His granite profile was something from a sculpture, his strong nose, his full, sulky lips, his closely shaved jaw, and those long, long lashes veiling stunning turquoise eyes as he peered into his coffee. He made her stomach tighten as he always did, then her loins. A helpless shudder passed through her. Christ, if he only knew how many nights she had lain awake, thighs clamped together, gripping her pillow, little moans of frustration escaping her lips because she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of touching herself over him. Not ever. And so, the vicious cycle of desire continued, ratcheting up the hatred for him, too, because he treated her with disdain if he even acknowledged her at all.

“Good morning,” she said. Asshole, she added silently.

He grunted into his coffee as he always did, rarely uttering a word before ten in the morning, and turned, leaving her the view of his pert, perfect ass in his uniform pants. Valery clenched her hands and dug her nails into her palms. She closed her eyes and counted to ten, willing away the tingle sweeping through her body and the ache that was for him and him alone.

Twelve months and counting since she had relocated to Silver Harbor from New York and become a deputy. Twelve long months of unrequited need that swallowed her whole.

* * * *

 

Sheriff Dane Wentworth closed the door to his office and sat at the desk. He swung up his long legs and crossed his ankles, lounging back in his chair. He cupped his coffee, still blowing on the steam. He liked to start the day with a brew, but his alone time in the kitchen was jarred every morning by the arrival of Deputy Valery Prince.

She was going to be the death of him, he was sure of it.

Sometimes he forgot how long he had wanted her because it seemed to him as if his desire had always been there, unrequited for years. He saw her exit the kitchen and walk down the corridor and wished he had pulled the blinds. That uniform hugged her voluptuous five-eight figure in all the right ways. He rued the day he had taken on a female deputy. What was he thinking? Never mind she was good at her job. She wasn’t good for him.

Her golden hair was pinned up in a rather unregulated diamante clip, and his gaze lingered on it as she retreated. Her hair featured in many of his fantasies. He unpinned it, thrust his hands into it as it cascaded down her back in thick, shining waves, and she moaned, throwing her head back, so it reached as low as her plump, round buttocks. In other scenarios, he wound it around his fist and pulled her head back as he took her on all fours, and she begged for more.

Dane swung his legs down and pulled his chair closer to the desk. It wouldn’t do for anyone to walk in and see a raging hard-on outlined in the sheriff’s tight pants. He pulled some papers to him and tried some deep breathing as he always did, but nothing worked, not cold showers, not typing up arrest reports, and not him lying on wrinkled sheets with his cock in his hand night after night.

A voice inside his head reminded him that it was only this way because he had made it so. Because he was too scared to make that first step. And besides, even if he did, Valery clearly hated him, and who could blame her? He’d spent so long giving her the aloof vibe that she had fallen for it hook, line, and sinker. No way would she ever believe he was interested. He was a master actor, and he had no one to blame for his own lonely circumstances but himself.