Hero and Homicide: The Death Betrayal and Love Series, #4

By Paula-Michelle Trotter

Dear Jamie, 
Normally, I do the saving, but when I see your smile or hear your laugh, my heart explodes inside my chest and the only life that needs to be saved is my own. You are magic. The kind of magic that erases everything and anything in the world when you're in my arms. You are my soulmate. You are my destiny. Hold onto hope. Tuck it away into the heart that I ache to be mine and don't let him find it. I will save you from him - from the man whose evil is the stuff of nightmares. 
I will not let your homicide become the next case on my desk. 
Love, 
Your Hero.

My name is Sebastian. My heart belongs to the one woman I can't have. She's taboo. The whole situation is taboo. And it's more than the fact that she's ten years older than me. I'm a hero, and the woman I love needs saving from the vile man who acts like he owns her. The problem is that evil man is also my boss. 
Can I save her in time? 
Even then, will she be mine?

This is book #4 of 6. Can be read as a standalone. 
*** A portion of the proceeds from each book sale go to support Semper Fi Fund .org ***

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mr. Pickles Publishing
• Release date: Aug 3, 2018
• ISBN: 9781980398738

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Hero and Homicide

The Death Betrayal and Love Series, Volume 4

Paula-Michelle Trotter

Published by Mr. Pickles Publishing, 2018.

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

HERO AND HOMICIDE

First edition. August 3, 2018.

Copyright © 2018 Paula-Michelle Trotter.

ISBN: 978-1980398738

Written by Paula-Michelle Trotter.

Also by Paula-Michelle Trotter

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The Great Adventures of Mr. Pickles

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Mr. Pickles 1

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

WARNING: This book contains sexual situations, violence, and other adult themes. Recommended for 18 and above.

Hero & Homicide

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Hero

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Table of Contents

Dear Jamie

Chapter 1 - Garcia

Chapter 2 – Jamie

Chapter 3 – Garcia

Chapter 4 – Jamie

Chapter 5 -  Garcia

Chapter 6 – Jamie

Chapter 7 – Garcia

Chapter 8 – Jamie

Chapter 9 – Garcia

Chapter 10 – Jamie

Chapter 11 – Garcia

Chapter 12 – Jamie

Chapter 13 – Garcia

Chapter 14 – Jamie

Chapter 15 – Garcia

Chapter 16 – Jamie

Chapter 17 – Garcia

Chapter 18 – Jamie

Chapter 19 – Garcia & Jamie

Chapter 20 – Garcia & Jamie

Chapter 21-Jamie

Chapter 22 – Garcia

Epilogue – Drew

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Dear Jamie,

Normally, I do the saving, but when I see your smile or hear your laugh, my heart explodes inside my chest and the only life that needs to be saved is my own. You are magic. The kind of magic that erases everything and anything in the world when you’re in my arms. You are my soulmate. You are my destiny. Hold onto hope. Tuck it away into the heart, that I ache to be mine and don’t let him find it. I will save you from him - from the man whose evil is the stuff of nightmares.

I will not let your homicide become the next case on my desk.

Love,

Your Hero

My name is Sebastian. My heart belongs to the one woman I can’t have. She’s taboo. The whole situation is taboo. And it’s more than the fact that she’s ten years older than me. I’m a hero, and the woman I love needs saving from the vile man who acts like he owns her. The problem is that evil man is also my boss.

Can I save her in time?

Even then, will she be mine?

*** A portion of the proceeds from each book sale go to support Semper Fi Fund .org ***

***Acknowledgments***

A special thanks to Sgt Potter of the USMC for contributing details in regards to some research used to create this book.

A special thanks to Sgt Sebastian Guadalupe Gallegos for being the cover model for this book. It is his face, not his personal story. His choice of charities for this book is Semper Fi Fund .org.

Note to readers: Sebastian Garcia, Garcia, and Seb are all the same character. All his friends have different names for him.

Chapter 1 - Garcia

My name is Sebastian Garcia. I know a lot of people get me confused with that badass Marine on Instagram. Yes, we look alike, and he and I have a lot in common. We are both badass Marine Corps veterans. We both have the same arm and hand robotic prosthetics. But I’m better at solving the city’s most horrific crimes. You see, I’m a cyber warfare officer working in one of California’s busiest homicide divisions. However, he is my brother of sort, that is because every Marine is my brother.

After everything I’ve seen, I learned that I hate guns. I hate violence. That is why I chose to be a cyber detective. My plan was to stay as far away from that shit as possible. That was until my asshole boss pulled me from my comfy desk job and forced me to take a position as a hands-on homicide investigator. At first, I thought the homicide division was going to be like that joke goes, my day begins when your day ends. It is not, not at all.

My life plans were shot to hell. Literally, the day I went to work with the Hot Cop Duo. Jake Ramos and Nick Caprisi are known around the station as the good-looking kickass team. Our captain pulled some strings to force me to work with the Hot Cop Duo, on the Green Light case that changed my life as I knew it.

My gut instinct kicked in the moment I heard the doorbell ring because I was left alone with our witness without a gun. I knew something was coming down the line. The moment I heard the witness, Julia’s voice raised to an, I’m trying to warn you with my volume, loudness. I knew! That was the moment I knew my reign of avoiding a firearm was over. It was clear I needed to start strapping that bitch of a Glock 22 to my body again because there’s nothing like watching someone being held at gunpoint and having a perfect kill shot in view and not have a damn gun to take it. That was it, I knew if I wanted to stay in the homicide division, where the real action is, I would have to make nice with that bitch Glock again. I’d have to strap on my firearm.

That day was also the day I came to terms with the fact that my PTSD, I developed during my deployment in Afghanistan, had forced me to the point of needing a service dog.  The flash from Jake’s gun was all it took to trigger my PTSD. I thought I had it under control. Clearly, I didn’t. The vulnerability of the situation pulled me into the torturous torment in my head. If I could have taken that shot, I wouldn’t have felt that vulnerability. The only view I had at the following moments after that flash was a little goldfish swimming around a fish tank, going in and out of a hoop on a stand. The sound of rapid-fire machine guns, rocket-propelled grenade’s launching, and the sound of an IED being triggered in the distance played like a record in my head. Those sounds and the vision of the goldfish going in circles. That triggered my knowledge of my brothers in my unit being hurt and worse. Those sounds took over my body, my brain, and my memories.

It wasn’t until the movement of the uniform officers and the paramedics around the house pulled me out of my trance. That’s when I knew I needed the help of what the companionship of a service dog could bring. I seriously didn’t think I could handle the responsibility and I questioned even if I wanted to. But, hell, hearing those sounds again after so many years, I knew I needed to make the commitment.

Thankfully one of the hot cop duo’s mom happened to run a dog rescue. I spent years as a military working dog handler. That gave me the idea of how I could take back the control I needed for my life. Some dogs have a natural instinct and temperament, so it was the little matter of finding one with a similar personality.

His mom, however, happens to be one of the most difficult women to be around. It’s fucking painful to stand in the same room as her. Painful because my dick can’t stop itself from getting hard every time I see her. It’s even worse to hear her voice. I purposely stayed the hell away from relationships. I don’t need that drama shit. This woman being one of the hot cop’s mom is only half the problem. The other half is she is currently dating the captain of the homicide division. That’s right, she’s both, hot cop’s mom and my boss’s girl. 

It gets even more complicated than that. See I figured out how to work around my habitual hard on when I’m around her, but it’s goddamn soul crushing when I see our captain treat her in less than the manner I think she deserves to be treated. Seeing the look on her face when she recognizes it too and has to pretend like it doesn’t really bother her, fucking hell it’s crushing.

Her name is Jamie. Her son is Nick Caprisi. He’s newly married to the love of his life and didn’t take the news of his boss dating his mother too well, some would say. Honestly, I think he took it the only way he could have taken it. He beat the shit out of our boss when he happened to catch them kissing each other in the captains’ office. It was nice to see someone knock our boss on his ass. Our boss handled the whole situation like a slimeball. He should have acted like a man and talked to Nick first, not that he needed to ask permission, but a heads up would have been the respectful thing to do.

Let me describe Jamie. The word stunning is an understatement. She has that all natural look, a glow. Her jewel-like blue-green eyes with little flakes of gold in them match her golden suntanned flawless skin. It all makes her lush lips look so kissable. I feel a warm sensation in my chest when she smiles at me. She does that tousled look with her blondish brown hair. She’s slender with the perfect curves in all the right places. I love her perfect breast and delicate hands. It’s not all about her amazing outside beauty though. She has this kind soul, so gentle, so soft but she is one of the strongest most put together humans I know. She can see my look or maybe feel my tone. She always knows when I’m about to break. She knows when I’ve had enough. It’s like she’s drawn to me. With just a glance or a smile, she calms me. I need her. I want her, every part of her. But, there’s the fact that she gets all caught up in our age difference. Yes, she’s older than me, but I don’t give a shit.

I’ve purposely taken home a couple of women from the local bar to try to fuck the thought of Jamie out of my system. But, that didn’t go as planned. Every damn time, at the moment right before my release I end up calling out Jamie’s name instead of the woman I happen to be with. You can imagine how that goes over. Like a fart in church. One woman got up, went to the bathroom and wrote her name on her forehead with eyeliner so I could remember it before she demanded I start the fuck fest over. Damn, I usually look for the crazy in their eyes before I look at their cleavage. I somehow missed it by a