The Peace Officer

By Lauren Shiro

Brynn Racanelli - daughter, sister, friend, partner, police officer... and so much more. Devoted to serving others through her police work, and to helping her sister who battles chronic Lyme Disease, she is the the poster child of selflessness. But she does have wants, needs, hopes, and dreams. Will fate finally bring her the life and love she’s always dreamed of?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Vanilla Heart Publishing
• Release date: Feb 10, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311793256

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The Peace Officer

Loving Her, the series Book 5

by Lauren Shiro

Copyright 2014 Lauren Shiro

Published by: Vanilla Heart Publishing on Smashwords

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Dedications

The Peace Officer

Loving Her, Volume 1

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Lauren Shiro

Series Dedication

I dedicate this entire group of stories in loving memory of my grandfather. My hero, my rock, my greatest fan. He always encouraged and supported my writing. It is because of him that these stories exist. I am forever indebted to him for all of his love and support. Rest in peace, RPK. You are greatly loved and missed.

Book Dedication

To my stepfather Richard, a.k.a. Farqy. Thank you for joining our family. You have been a wonderful blessing to us all. We all love you very much!

The Peace Officer

The early morning sky looked like a giant baby blanket. Perfect layers of pastel pink, yellow and blue colors; the fluffy clouds provided the quilting. Nothing, not even the chill in the early November air, could penetrate Brynn’s sense of freedom and satisfaction.

Her horse, Petunia, raced as hard as she could. The trees and landscape around them were nothing more than a blur of various colors. Petunia’s white and grey dappled neck and face were striking against the backdrop of this autumn morning. She snorted as she ran faster and faster. Brynn held the reins right against her neck, at the base of her mane. She was as close to her as possible. They inhaled the same sweet, brisk air; their hearts raced at the same pace.

Petunia’s exotic Arabian profile somehow made this moment more exciting, more perfect to Brynn. All she wanted to do was to run like this all day. To be in complete unity and solitude with Petunia; to just be free.

Davidson, the instructor, stood on the other side of the mat. Brynn stood in the middle, with Martin standing immediately behind her.

Okay. Davidson said. He then blew his whistle.

Really? James Martin asked. You expect this short girl to actually do anything? She can’t do this. She couldn’t possibly hurt or overtake me. The laws of physics say so!

Without missing a beat, Brynn elbowed James in the gut. As he crumpled over in pain, she grabbed him by the arm and flipped him over her head and onto the mat. He landed on his back with a loud thud.

Never underestimate the power of a short girl…especially one who’s a third generation cop! Brynn smirked with pride.

Next? Davidson asked.

I had the dream again last night, Brynn quickly looked at Willow before turning her attention back to the road.

Oh really? Sis, when are you going to get over that? It’s been two years.

I don’t think you ever really get over it. Besides, it’s not a bad dream. I just miss her.

I know, but still.

I like it! I like that she comes to me in my dreams and that I can ride her again. It’s like she never really died.

Willow shook her head. Only you, Bree.

After a few silent moments, Green Onions began to play on the radio.

The sisters looked at each other. That infamous base line. The perfect organ and guitar work. This song – their song – was iconic.

They had been listening to the song since early childhood. It was their father’s favorite, and subsequently, they loved it as well. As far back as they could remember, they would always bop and move around in their seats when the song would play. When they were teenagers, the sisters choreographed a little boogie.

With a wink and a smile, they started on their perfectly choreographed car dance. They bounced their torsos to the beat. They jutted their heads forward; they turned their heads to the right, to the left and then forward again. They moved their arms – sometimes fluidly, sometimes in short, jerky movements. They swayed, they gyrated. Their heads happily bopped along to the upbeat music.