The Cop And The Redhead

By Charlotte Vannora

“The Cop And The Redhead” is a tale of erotic romance for adult readers only.

Randi’s a woman who speaks her mind and takes pleasure where she finds it. She likes nothing better than a hot man, but she’s picky. Harry’s a homicide cop investigating the murder of her apartment manager. She provides critical information for the police, but the real heat is the fast-developing sexual buzz between Randi and Harry.

After the case winds down, Harry returns with Champagne and the party gets explicit in a hurry. Randi’s a kind of bad girl, but Harry is attracted to her blunt honesty as well as a fun time with the sexy redhead. Randi gets to be raunchy and is beyond happy that Harry accepts the heart of who she is. For her, the detective is a perfect match. The sex is steamy and exactly what they want. But their amazing new bond transcends the physical. Finding each other is a fabulous bonus neither expected.

In the end, Randi’s honest assessment of the murdered man helps solve the case, and Harry pulls all the strings to make sure her role is recognized.

Words: 16,800

• Language: English
• Publisher: Charlotte Vannora
• Release date: Oct 26, 2013
• ISBN: 9781311373632

Charlotte Vannora

Charlotte Vannora is a writer living in the USA.

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The Cop

And The Redhead

Charlotte Vannora

Copyright 2013 Charlotte Vannora

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ADULT READING MATERIAL

Author’s Note: This book is fiction, which means it is a product of the author’s imagination. It is intended to be adults-only entertainment and should not be construed as real life. It definitely is not meant for children. This book contains strong sexual language and graphic depictions of sexual acts between adults.

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SATURDAY morning was the time to kick back, Randi thought as she lay in bed lazily sliding slick fingers through the dampness between her legs. After a late night, she’d got up half an hour ago to hit the bathroom, then tumbled back into bed. Now, her shorty blue nightgown was pulled up to her waist, and her other hand was reaching inside the nightgown to caress a nipple to its own little erection.

All she needed now was a big stud to burst through the door and take advantage of her. He would see her pleasuring herself and strip down and give her what she needed most. The mere thought of this muscle man hovering above her almost made her cum.

Then she heard knocking on her door. Knocking? What the …? She tried to ignore it, but another five raps made her realize that would be impossible. Jeez, couldn’t they wait a while? It was barely eight o’clock. Why couldn’t she have a chance to finish?

Randi groaned and swung her feet to the floor as more knocking filled her ears. Well, whoever was out there had to be another tenant in the apartment house because an outsider would have needed to call up to get the main door opened.

She found her silky, white long-sleeved robe at the foot of the bed and pulled it on, barely taking time to tie it closed. The robe was only slightly longer than her nightgown, which meant she’d be showing her visitor a whole lot of leg, but at least her goodies were covered.

The knocking persisted as she walked barefoot out of her bedroom and through the living room to the door. Once she was done strangling this idiot, maybe she’d dive back into bed and take care of the business she’d started.

I’m coming, she yelled, and wished she really were. Then she opened the door.

Even without her first cup of coffee she could tell that her visitor wasn’t a fellow tenant. No, he was about six feet two, dressed in jeans, t-shirt and wrinkled sport coat. He was about her age, late twenties, and also ruggedly handsome with a day-old beard. And he was holding a badge at her eye level.

Police, he said. There’s been an incident in the building and I need to ask a few questions.

Randi looked down the hall and noticed another tenant watching her. It was the old pervert with the beer bottle collection who always gave her the leering stares. On top of that, he must have been allergic to soap since she could always smell him twenty feet away. Maybe it was fifty feet on a strong day because she thought she could smell him now.

Of course, she also thought she could smell her own juiciness. She wasn’t sure whether that was from her bedroom play or the long arm of the law exciting her in an unexpected way.

Sure, Randi said to the cop. Come on in. She pointed to a chair. Have a seat.

Randi plopped down on the sofa, only slightly careful to maintain her modesty in the short robe and nightgown. The sofa was comfortable, and if the cop’s question got boring, she could always go back to sleep. On the other hand, the sofa would provide a great place to show off her legs.

I hope I didn’t wake you, the cop said. I know it’s early.

No, I was up. She ran a hand through the long curls of her red hair, and since she hadn’t had a chance to brush it, she assumed it looked like hell. Not really presentable, but awake.

OK. I’ll try to make this quick and get out of your way. I’m Detective Harry Hardaway. He looked at a piece of paper. And you must be Randi Carter.

Guilty as charged.

He smiled. Well, I usually just make the arrests and let the courts decide who’s guilty. Anyway, what can you tell me about Arlen Fitzmore?

Randi sat up straight. She hated the sound of that name. "Well, for starters, Fitz