The Detective's Secret

By Lucy Lambert

Lance MacKnight makes discovering other people’s secrets his business. He’s a detective, and he’s good at it.

But Lance also has a secret of his own. A secret that could ruin him if it came to light.

And Ryan, the handsome police mole working with Lance to destroy a drug ring from within, could be the temptation that finally makes Lance reveal that secret.

Warning: this 5800 word erotic romance short story contains explicit material some readers may find too hot to handle. Read at your own risk!

Author's note: this could be the start of a new erotic romance serial. Let me know what you think!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jillian Cumming
• Release date: Oct 3, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301954858

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The Detective’s Secret

Lucy Lambert

Published by Lucy Lambert at Smashwords

Copyright 2013 Lucy Lambert

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Detective Lance MacKnight pulled up in front of the alley in his unmarked cruiser. It was the seedy side of town, where windows tended to be boards and bars instead of glass. Tenement developments dating from around the war stood around him, looking as poor and uncared for as the people living within them did.

Lance sympathized with them. Why face the reality of your existence, when you could escape it for a little bit at a time with some chemical aid?

Unfortunately for them, drugs were against the law. At that moment, Lance was the law.

His superiors had arranged his meet with their new contact in the drug ring right at the mouth of that alley. Lance didn’t like it.

Even a cop goes down to a bullet, he thought. The slits between the boards in the window above looked like murder holes to him. What if it was all a setup? The drug kingpin, some guy who’d given himself the grandiose and ominous pseudonym Oppenheimer, was growing more and more like a Mexican Cartel drug lord every day. He would probably love to make an example of a police detective all alone in his territory.

Lance grabbed the rear-view mirror,