The Badge and the Bad Boy (Redemption Ranch, #1)

by Lena Hendrix

I’d learned in the academy that to be a female police officer, you had to develop a thick skin and handle a certain amount of ballbusting to have a chance of surviving.

The twilight hours—known as witching hours by the most superstitious cops—could be so calm they almost made your skin crawl.

Dispatch: We have a reported 650 in progress. Intersection of Kilbourn and Maypole. Possible 4210. 650, home invasion. 4210, kidnapping. Shit.

“Why? Why did you step in front of the gun?” His hands squeezed my arms gently. I could feel my body sway toward him as though an invisible tether pulled me closer. “You saved my sister’s life when I couldn’t.”

“When you’re with me, you don’t have to worry. I’ll take care of you.”

There was something innately sexy about a man who drove stick shift.

“A man like me always wants what he can’t have. But you, baby girl, are the most dangerous thing on this ranch.”

“Playing games, baby girl?” Evan’s voice was pure velvet over gravel. A breathy groan was all that I could muster. “If you don’t stop making noises like that, I’m going to lose my fucking mind.”

“I know you should leave, but if you go now, you’d be taking my heart with you.”

I’d started off with what Gemma called a spicy romance but quickly found myself eyeballs deep in everything from blue aliens to minotaurs to rodeo cowboys with an attitude. There was truly something for everyone, and I was, Here. For. It.

“Baby girl, if I die with your pussy on my face, it would be an honor.”

My name is Evan Walker. I work at Laurel Canyon Ranch. It was there I found redemption.