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  Hot Cop

  Copyright © 2018 by Aubree Valentine

  All rights reserved.

  All rights reserved worldwide. No part of this book may be reproduced, copied or transmitted in any medium, whether electronic, internet, or otherwise, without the expressed permission of the author.

  This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, locations, and names occurring in this book are the product of the author’s imagination, or are the property of their respective owners and are used fictitiously. Any resemblances to actual events, locations, or persons (living or dead), is entirely coincidental and not intended by the author.

  All trademarks and trade names are used in a fictitious manner and are in no way endorsed by or an endorsement of their respective owners.

  Contains sexual situations, violence, sensitive and offensive language and mature topics. Recommended for age 18 years and up.

  Cover Design: Decadent Designs by Dee

  Cover Model: Daniel Rengering

  Cover Photography: CJC Photography

  Formatting: Lexi C. Foss

  Editing: Jenny Dillion

  Contents

  Author’s Note

  Basketball Cop Foundation

  Hot Cop

  Prologue

  1. Rhys

  2. KJ

  3. Rhys

  4. Kj

  5. Rhys

  6. Kj

  7. Rhys

  8. KJ

  9. KJ

  10. Rhys

  11. KJ

  12. KJ

  13. Rhys

  14. KJ

  15. Rhys

  16. KJ

  17. Rhys

  18. KJ

  19. Rhys

  20. KJ

  21. Rhys

  22. Rhys

  23. Rhys

  24. KJ

  25. KJ

  26. Rhys

  27. KJ

  28. Rhys

  29. KJ

  30. Rhys

  31. KJ

  32. Rhys

  33. Rhys

  34. KJ

  35. Rhys

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  Other Books by Aubree Valentine

  This story came to life in the middle of a hurricane. When members of the Gainesville PD uploaded a single selfie that ended up going viral. It has by far, became one of my favorite stories I’ve written thus far.

  When one of the original three officers from that viral photo decided to step in front of the lens of a local book cover photographer, CJC Photography… I knew that not only did this book really need to happen but I needed to get Daniel Rengering on the cover.

  With a cover photo in hand, I reached out to Daniel and pitched the story idea. While totally fictional, I also didn’t want to scare him away. Since then, things have gotten very interesting – in a very positive way.

  In honor of Daniel, I knew I wanted to donate a portion of this book’s sales to charity. A charity of Daniel’s choice.

  He chose Basketball Cop Foundation. Ran by another of Gainesville’s finest.

  Why Basketball Cop Foundation?

  “I’ve known and worked with Bobby White since I started at the Gainesville PD. I’ve seen first-hand the impact that he has made on our community, and around the world. He’s put so much time and effort into this foundation. I just wanted to help out in any way that I could, so that he can positively impact more kids in an even bigger way. I’ve said many, many times before, I signed up to be a cop so that I can help people, and make an impact, and I felt that this was another small way that I could give back. I am excited at the community's bold and continued interest in this project.”

  Daniel Rengering, Cover Model and Gainesville SWAT Officer

  On behalf of everyone involved, we cannot thank you enough.

  I hope that you’ve enjoyed this story as much as I enjoyed bringing it to life.

  To find out more about Basketball Cop Foundation, turn the page.

  A 501c3 non-profit organization dedicated to building relationships between our country's Law Enforcement and the youth in our communities through TRUST.

  Mission Statement

  It is no secret that there is a damaged relationship between our country's Law Enforcement and the youth in the communities we serve. I believe that this is driven by a lack of trust, misunderstanding, and misperception. I also believe that kids do not prefer to feel this way, but society, with the help of social media and the news has influenced them.

  Kids who do not trust or respect the police are less likely to report being a victim of a crime and even less likely to come forward as a witness to a crime. It is a fact that kids that have no reason to respect the law or the Officers in their community are far more likely to commit juvenile crimes themselves.

  I believe that the only way that we, as Police Officers, are going to repair these relationships is by proactively going out into the communities and interacting with the kids in a positive manner.

  There are many ways to do this. It can be as easy as saying "Hi," giving a "high five" as we walk by, or engaging them in conversation. This works to a point, but it's hard to make a solid connection with a 10-year-old when you have little in common. That's where sports become a valuable tool....Especially basketball!

  You would be hard-pressed to find a kid who doesn't enjoy basketball. Add a Police Officer who can dribble a ball, and you have just found the beginning of a relationship.

  The Basketball Cop Foundation's mission is to connect Law Enforcement agencies across the country with the kids in their communities. This will be accomplished primarily by supplying the agencies with sports equipment. The recipient agency will then, in turn, donate the equipment to groups of kids in their community through their Patrol Officers. Not only does the initial donation of the equipment open the door to new relationships, but it gives the Patrol Officers in those areas a place where they know they can interact with kids on a regular basis and continue to build on those relationships.

  Beyond supplying sports equipment, the foundation would also fund Police/Youth community events, Police/Youth sports tournaments, and fund the renovation and building of basketball courts in apartment complexes, parks, churches, etc.

  What makes this mission great, is that not only is it simple to execute, but it has been proven to be effective. In just a short time (as of 7/1/17), the foundation has supplied basketball goals to 40 different Law Enforcement agencies across the country, connecting hundreds of officers with hundreds of kids. We have also built two basketball courts here in Gainesville and are just about a month away from building a third!!!

  Together as a community, we can make a difference in the future of our country's youth!

  For more information or to make a direct donation visit: https://www.basketballcop.net/

  Too Hot To Handle Series

  Book One

  Aubree Valentine

  To the men and women of law enforcement.

  September

  Satisfied that I hit my word count goal for today, before lunch time at that—I click save on my work in progress and log into my social media accounts. After dropping into my reader group to say hello to all my girls, I scroll aimlessly through my news feed until a familiar face catches my eye.

  Pulling my hair up into a messy bun, on top my head, I stare at the picture on my screen.

  It’s hard to believe it’s been six months since I saw his face. One weekend in March was all it took for him to get under my skin. I was foolish. Gave in to a moment of weakness. I thought, after two short days, that I had something – with a virtual stranger. I was wrong.

  Besides, forty-eight hours s
pent mostly naked, fucking, does not equal a long-term relationship.

  In the Wake of Hurricane - Tallahassee Cops Become Viral Sensations, Resulting in Friendly “Hot Cop Challenge” and Raising Money for Hurricane Victims.

  The headline pulls me in. I click play on the accompanying video and wait a few seconds for it to load.

  His face fills the screen. That voice. My heart cracks a little as I listen to the interview.

  Rhys Mitchell is hot. Very hot. Sexual fantasies hot. It’s something about him – he oozes sex appeal and you know he’s gotta be packing heat (in more ways than one). I’m sure he is, I’ve seen it. And, he’s confident. Not in an arrogant, dick head, kind of way either – quite the opposite in fact. Mostly.

  I’ve committed to memory, every plane of his rock-hard body. Not to mention that Goddamn smile, the one where you can see the faintest of dimples on his cheeks and that mischievous twinkle in his rich cinnamon colored eyes. Oh yes, I know this person very well.

  A tiny flutter in my stomach reminds me of exactly how well acquainted I became with him that weekend.

  When they ask if he’s single, his lips turn upward, and he tells the world that he is very single.

  A stark reminder that I was nothing more than a passing fling.

  Reading through the comments on the video, I feel bile rise in the back of my throat. Some of the comments are enough to make me blush – and I write romance for a living!

  This…this is a whole new level of crazy, raunchy even.

  My cell phone buzzes beside me, my best friend’s name flashes on the screen.

  “Hey, Zo.” My guess is she probably just discovered the same thing I did, and she’s calling to check on me.

  “I see you’re online.”

  “I am.” It’s a cat and mouse game. I’m admitting nothing.

  Maybe she’s not calling to ask if I stumbled across the post that damn near the entire book world is currently sharing.

  “So, viral sensation huh?”

  Guess we’re not avoiding it. “Looks that way. Imagine that.”

  “You have something to go on now. You could reach out…” Zoey draws out the last sentence as if she’s unsure how I’ll react.

  I let out a sigh and stretch back in my chair, trying to ease the cramp in my back. “And say what exactly? Pretty sure he made himself clear when he left without a word. It was just a one-night, well two-night stand. That’s it. It is what it is.”

  March

  “Holy shit! You’re that hot cop from Facebook!”

  Son of a bitch.

  All I want is a cup of coffee, but now I have a forty-year-old lady screaming at me across Starbucks.

  Fuck.

  People are staring.

  This is awkward.

  I thought after hurricane season and the holidays some of this craziness would die down, but now spring is in the air, and I’m still being recognized. My venture into modeling certainly hasn’t helped the notoriety die down.

  My whole life I wanted to be someone’s hero. I wanted to save the world and keep people safe. Becoming a cop was a no-brainer for me. But one photo and forty thousand followers on social media later, suddenly, I, a twenty-eight-year-old police officer from Tallahassee, Florida have become a viral sensation.

  It was supposed to be another normal day at work. The four of us were geared up and out on patrol—do some cleanup and check on residents after being hammered by a hurricane over the weekend. A citizen snapped a picture of us in action, smiling and laughing as we helped an older lady remove debris from her yard. The citizen uploaded it to Facebook and tagged the department. Our captain spotted it and decided to re-share it for everyone to see.

  By the end of the day, I had to shut off my phone. Thanks to an old college buddy who thought it would be hilarious to tag me in the photo - I had an inbox full of friend requests and messages. Everything from gratitude to the more obscene propositions.

  Me and my buddies...we’d officially become the “Tallahassee Hot Cops.”

  Don’t get me wrong. I’m flattered, really. But, occasionally it makes my life a little difficult.

  “You really are, aren’t you? Can I take a selfie with you? Oh my God, you could cuff me anytime!”

  I usually work nights, being on days this week is killing me, hence the need for something a lot stronger than the brew at the station. I simply wanted a cup of coffee before my shift. That’s it. I can’t, and I won’t be rude though.

  There’s a lot of good that has come from all this attention already. Some of our brothers in blue started a hot cop challenge and had people donating to hurricane relief efforts in the name of the department that they thought had the hottest cops. We raised some serious funds.

  And Tallahassee won. Just in case you were wondering.

  Not to mention – the offer from a local photographer to shoot me for some book covers. We’ve sold sixteen so far. The attention has only grown from there.

  “That’s me,” I offer her a smile. “One selfie and then I’ve got to hit the road. Duty calls.”

  “Oh, of course. I wouldn’t want to keep you from saving the world...Officer,” she bats her eyes at me and pushes out her chest. She’s trying hard, too hard in fact. Holding her phone out in front of us, she wraps one arm around me, I put a hand on her shoulder and smile for the picture.

  Two seconds later, I’m saved by the barista calling my name and sliding my coffee across the counter.

  “Have a good day, ma’am,” I nod to the lady after thanking the barista and taking a sip of the piping hot cup of blonde roast.

  When I step outside my partner, Dylan Smith – better known as Smitty, is leaning against the squad car laughing his ass off. “Oh my God!” He squeals in the worst feminine impersonation I’ve ever heard as we climb inside the car.

  “Shut up, fucker. You’re just jealous that your mug wasn’t in that photo. That’s what happens when you call off."

  It figures he was still inside Starbucks to witness that interaction go down.

  “You can cuff me anytime,” he continues, ignoring me.

  I roll my eyes and laugh. Okay, so maybe Smitty’s girlie voice is entertaining. The situation was funny too, after the fact.

  Tossing the car into reverse, I back out of the parking spot and hit the road.

  “You’re right, man.” His voice finally returns to normal. “I’m jealous as hell. Unlimited women, ready and willing–you’re living the dream.”

  I snort. “Oh yeah, living the dream.” Unlimited women, ready and willing. Not quite. I’m not a saint, not by a long shot but I tend to be selective when it comes to scratching an itch, so to speak. Meaningless sex doesn’t exactly do it for me.

  Stopped at a red light, I pull my cell phone out and attempt to take a picture of Smitty while he’s strumming through his phone. Just before the flash goes off, the fucker flips me off and ruins the damn picture.

  “What the hell are you doing Rhys? Eyes on the road man.”

  “I’m trying to help you out. You could be ‘The OTHER Hot Cop’ if you’d sit still long enough to let me snap a good picture of you.”

  “Drive Rhys and quit trying to snap pictures of me for your spank bank.”

  People are still blowing up my Facebook and calling the station trying to connect with us. And Smitty loves to give me a hard time about it too. I never thought I’d see the day that the department had to tell people not to dial 911. Yeah, that happened too. True story - you cannot call 911 and ask to talk to Tallahassee’s Hot Cops. That number is for emergencies only. Emergencies that do not consist of your panties going up in flames.

  Some of the women that have taken an interest in me only want one thing. Something I’m not willing to give. Most guys in my situation, Smitty included, would be taking full advantage of the attention. But not me. Instead, I feel like I’m saving myself. For something. For someone.

  Ever since that one weekend a year ago, I’ve felt this void. Ever since her.
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br />   What’s that saying about history repeating itself?

  Yeah, fuck history.

  Mile marker 199 on Interstate-10 could kiss my ass.

  Nearly a year ago today, I ended up with a flat tire stranding me on the side of a road for a bit. Now, I’m sitting in damn near the same place while blue lights flash behind me.

  At least this time, I’m not alone. Zoey, Nora, and Katie are all in the car with me. And they’re laughing their asses off about the situation. These three girls are some of my closest friends, I’d be lost without them. But right now, I want to kill them.

  “K- what if…” Katie giggles. “It’s Rhys? You know ‘Hot Cop.’” She keeps right on laughing, ignoring my death stare.