Gay For His Hawaiian Cop

By Tabatha Christi

Genre: Gay Romance Novella / Quick Cozy Romance

After a black-out night, Spencer Mitchell finds himself in the back of the police car - wanted for murder on the Hawaiian island of Kauai. 

Investigating officer Doug Baker is just doing his job, but he secretly hopes Spencer didn't do it. He's the type of guy he likes; fierce, attractive and blessed with a tight swimmer's body. Too bad he's the only suspect. 

Can a gay police officer walk the 'Thin Blue Line' between desire and duty? 

Meanwhile, Spencer's out to clear his own name while running out of time. If he doesn't succeed, he'll see the beautiful beaches of Hawaii from inside a jail cell. He'll need all the luck he can get and the help of the hunky police officer to uncover the real culprit. 

And they better hurry! Kauai's a small island and there are plenty of snakes in paradise who want Spencer jailed… or worse. 

This 17600+ word gay male romance contains detailed explicit descriptions of sex between a gay murder suspect and a bronze, muscled Hawaiian police officer.

It's intended for the enjoyment of those who love gay romance with thrills and suspense. 

Author Note: This is a stand alone HFN romance with no cliffhanger.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tabatha Christi
• Release date: Dec 3, 2015
• ISBN: 9781519939166

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GAY FOR HIS HAWAIIAN COP

by Tabatha Christi

GAY FOR HIS HAWAIIAN COP

Tabatha Christi

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Author’s Note: All characters in this story are 19 years of age or older.

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GAY FOR HIS HAWAIIAN COP

DOUG

I lost track of how many times I watched the grainy black and white surveillance video. The professional side said it’s good police work. My other side, well, there was just something about that slender and muscled guy as he gave Kale a kick to the face. He was what folks back home called feisty. Some other folks might consider him skinny but I like to think of him as spry.

My forehead scrunched. Did people use that word anymore? My eyebrow rose. If they didn’t, they should bring it back.

I clicked the video ten seconds back and watched Kale’s thin, lanky limbs sprawl out. Size wise, both men were similar except Spencer wasn’t on the ground.

Quite the tight and slender body – almost like a swimmer.

I smiled to myself. I always had a thing about feisty smaller guys. Sure, there’s plenty of the big men with attitude. There’s just something about a smaller guy that knows how to take care of himself. Almost like they’re telling the world, ‘Yeah, I’m small but fierce’.

My eyes went back to the video screen. If I were on one of the bigger islands, the bar would’ve had a better quality camera. Maybe one where I could zoom in and see all his sinewy muscles.

Hawaii’s remote enough and Kauai’s the forgotten island for mainland tech. I should be grateful there was a video at all.

A heavy hand went to my shoulder and I felt the deep accented voice of my Sergeant from behind. Even after a few months on the island, I still couldn’t help but notice his almost sing song pidgin Hawaiian accent. He let out a disapproving murmur. You still watching that video, Doug?

I nodded my head fast. Yeah Sarge, just seeing if I missed anything. I wasn’t sure if that was a lie or not but it couldn’t hurt to review the evidence.

Even from behind, I felt him shake his head back and forth.

"What’s to miss? That haole guy starts a fight, next morning… well, you know."

I nodded. Pity. He’s a looker all right. Too bad he’s wanted for murder.

***

GAY FOR HIS HAWAIIAN COP

SPENCER

I flexed my hand and stared at the bruises along my fist. Back and forth I flexed my foot and winced as the soreness traveled up my shin. My head leaned against the window of the police car and I looked out toward the ocean.

Over the roar of the car and wind, I heard the surf smash against the black volcanic rocks.

The unofficial name of Kauai is The Garden Isle. From the deep green rain forest to my right to the white and blue ocean surf to my left, it lived up to the name. Still, it’s hard to appreciate the natural beauty from inside a police car.

No one ever expects an arrest – most people anyway. I rubbed my forehead and tried to ‘will’ the memory of last night in my mind.

I failed.

Last night was still a blur. Judging from the bruises on my right hand and my sore foot, I got into a fight. The lack of bruises along the rest of my body suggests I won the fight. The ride to the police station told me I still lost.

I tugged at my handcuffs even though I didn’t expect to get free. I stared at the two big tanned police officers who came to my hotel. Neither one of them explained why they’d arrested me – just gave vague generalities.

Kauai’s always been informal and racist towards outsiders. Considering they were both native, I decided to not push my luck. There’s a time to fight, as my fist can tell you. Then there’s time to ‘be cool’.

Just like the unofficial mantra of the island.

It’s not like I have a choice.

My lips pursed, and I frowned as I wondered about what I did. The implications of a Hawaiian police escort were damning enough. I don’t think I would revisit an ‘old bottled friend’.

I took the test swallow and shook my head.

Dry mouth, indicative of heavy alcohol use.

I pressed my lips together and felt shame crawl through my body.

The police car slowed as it turned off the two-lane highway. Tall skinny Palm trees line the right while wide-set Monkeypod trees with grey brown branches dotted the rest of the park. The police car pulled in front of a green roofed white building. My eyes darted to the overhead dark clouds that