My Knight in SWAT Armor

By Brindle Chase

Rookie officer, Kara Brown has been crushing on super sexy SWAT commander known as the Renegade. Taking on a dangerous undercover assignment to get his attention goes all wrong and her folly just might cost her life.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Brindle Chase
• Release date: May 14, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311541864

Brindle Chase

The world is a lonely place without romance. It took me too many years to figure that out, but now that I have, I hope to infect others with its splendor. I’ve always loved the paranormal -- vampires, demons, angels, were-creatures and more. I also love a spicy tale and writing stories that are both has been a fantastic adventure. Sharing it with you makes it all the greater. Join me at www.forlorn-hope.net

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My Knight in SWAT Armor

By Brindle Chase

Formerly titled Renegade and featured as a short story in Cleis Press’ anthology High Octane Heroes, now greatly expanded and released as a stand-alone novelette.

Copyright © April 2014 and May 2015 by Brindle Chase. Smashwords Edition.

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed, digital, or electronic form without prior written permission from Brindle Chase.

Editor: Brindle Chase

Cover Artist: Brindle Chase

Printed in the United States of America

Published by www.forlorn-hope.net at Smashwords

This book is a work of fiction. Any reference made to actual historical events or existing locations, the names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

Warning

This book contains sexually explicit scenes, graphic violence, and adult language, which may be considered offensive to some readers. Adults Only.

My Knight in SWAT Armor

By Brindle Chase

Of all the stupid things a rookie could do, Officer Kara Brown had blundered so badly, they’d have to make a new category just for her. In the barely-there dress she’d selected for the undercover assignment the choices of where to stash the microphone had been limited.

And like a rookie, foolishly she picked her cleavage. A gentleman wouldn’t let his gaze linger there, right? But a lifelong criminal with a history of beating women could care less. Especially when the tiny scrap of material masquerading as a dress begged to be peeked into. If only she’d thought of that before she went out on assignment.

She’d been too preoccupied with how the daring dress selection had served as a mark of her dedication. No woman on the force would’ve taken the assignment, let alone gotten into character as thoroughly as she had. Hell, she’d even gone without panties. What call girl would wear panties, right? In her urgent need to prove herself, she’d lost a grip on common sense.

It hadn’t occurred to her the first place they’d look would be between her ample mocha breasts, wherein the tiny microphone was quickly discovered. And then promptly thereafter, they found her badge and cuffs.

Duh, Kara.

Her pride was utterly trampled, but her life was in real danger. If she didn’t keep her head in the game, she was truly fucked. Although very slim, there was still a chance. Forcing her mistakes from her thoughts she focused on the here and now.

Kara scooted across the cold concrete floor of the warehouse. Her back ached from slouching with her arms