Position Secured

By Olivia Brynn

Marienna Valdez really doesn’t like cops. They’re cocky with power complexes. Of course her ridiculously bad week at work is topped by a traffic ticket from the most typically smug cop in the Denver metro area.

But now she’s finally home, where she can take the edge off with a self-care session with her favorite toys. Of course, what should come barreling through her bedroom door but...another cop!

It doesn’t take a detective badge to tell SWAT team sniper Marcus Pearson just what he’s interrupted. If he just resolve the situation under her bedroom window, he can put down his rifle and take aim at her aversion to the badge...
*Previously published by Samhain Publishing*

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dark Mountain Books
• Release date: Mar 8, 2017
• ISBN: 9781626226616

Olivia Brynn

Olivia Brynn is the very saucy alter ego of romance author Alanna Coca. Olivia was the one who lured Alanna into trouble as a child. She also would have been the one to get her mouth washed out with soap. Since controlling Olivia wasn’t as easy as she thought, Alanna decided to set her alter ego free with Olivia’s first book, For a Price, a story about one woman’s journey to sell her virginity. Other books followed, earning five-star reviews and bestselling status. Alanna realized what fun Olivia had writing sexy romances without censor. Olivia writes contemporary erotic romance near a window where the view of the Rocky Mountains beckons her to run naked through the tall foothill grasses. Except when it snows.

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Position Secured

Olivia Brynn

Marienna Valdez really doesn’t like cops. They’re cocky with power complexes. Of course her ridiculously bad week at work is topped by a traffic ticket from the most typically smug cop in the Denver metro area.

But now she’s finally home, where she can take the edge off with a self-care session with her favorite toys. Of course, what should come barreling through her bedroom door but…another cop!

It doesn’t take a detective badge to tell SWAT team sniper Marcus Pearson just what he’s interrupted. If he just resolve the situation under her bedroom window, he can put down his rifle and take aim at her aversion to the badge…

Position Secured

By Olivia Brynn

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locale or organizations is entirely coincidental.

Copyright © 2011 by Olivia Brynn

ISBN 978-1-62622-661-6

Edited by Imogen Howson

Cover by Alanna Coca

All Rights Are Reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

Original Copyright: 2011 First Dark Mountain Books electronic publication: 2017

Chapter One

Goddamned cops.

Marienna threw her purse onto the recliner, not caring that the contents spilled out. A sixty-freaking-dollar ticket for not using her turn signal. Her weekend could not start out any worse. The pinche cabrone had the nerve to flirt with her and ogle her cleavage from behind his aviator sunglasses. Had she played that up, though, she might have gotten off with a warning, along with the sweaty pig’s phone number. Mari shook her head. Sixty dollars wasn’t bad considering that alternative.

Her mother had gone through the local police force like candy. That woman’s obsession with the uniform had gained Marienna three cop stepfathers, two cop half-brothers and one long-lasting hatred for the profession. She avoided the macho power trips at family reunions and didn’t intend to pander to every flatfoot she met.

She tore off her blazer and reached under her silk shell to unclasp her bra. After her heels, the bra was the first thing to hit the floor after work. If her boobs weren’t size C and a half, she’d go without more often.

She looked down at her chest. Naw, she’d never trade them for smaller models. She usually enjoyed the way she filled out her clothes. Just to show them that there were no hard feelings, Mari cupped them, one in each hand.

Adrenaline always did turn her on. Her tirade during the rest of the drive home only primed her for a night of wild sex with her toys. Blame it on my hot Latin blood.

A date with Bob tonight, Mari announced to her cat, who had curled into a fat white ball in the last square of sunlight that shone through the window. Chester just gave her the lazy look he usually did when she talked to him like a human. She returned his serious gaze, her hands still teasing her breasts. She refused to touch her nipples until she’d sufficiently worked herself up. Give me twenty minutes, and I’ll be out to cook some dinner.

Chester yawned. Mari spun on her heel and marched to her room, where she wasted no time stripping and throwing her comforter on the ground. God, she needed this. After my Friday from hell and an asshole cop. All stresses can be erased by…

Bob. She pulled her vibrator and a tube of warming jelly out from her nightstand drawer. Okay, she was going crazy. Talking to cats was one thing, but now her battery operated boyfriend? She couldn’t care less. No one could hear her chatter. Hers was the first townhouse built in this subdivision. The rest were empty shells that would remain as such since the contractor went belly up during the recession. The local kids used the area