He’s a hard as nails police chief. She’s a feisty ADA. The one thing
they have in common is arrogance. Sparks flare when the challenging duo
face off.
Police Chief Garrett Drake rules his dominion with
an iron hand. Short tempered, irascible, and a fierce taskmaster, the
chief doesn’t suffer fools gladly. He barely tolerates the cowering ADAs
the DA sends him.
Zoe Tanaka is legal royalty. The talented
Japanese-American ADA, happens to be the daughter of a former associate
justice of the California Supreme Court. Outspoken, confident and
beautiful, the diminutive force-field isn’t easily intimidated. Although
she admits the stern, much too good-looking police chief unnerves her.
Garrett
concedes he’s never run up against a woman like Zoe Tanaka. Hell, she
was almost as arrogant as he was. She’d clearly been bred to think that
she can rise to meet whatever challenges she faces. As she no doubt
had—in the past.
Zoe takes charge of the trial of a despicable
drug kingpin who viciously murdered a fifteen year-old gang member. A
gifted ADA, she electrifies the courtroom eliciting a key piece of
evidence. When the enraged defendant physically attacks her, Garrett’s
fierce leap takes down the would-be murderer and saves Zoe’s life.
Amped
by the adrenaline of the near-death attack, Garrett surprises himself
when he invites the sassy woman to his pad for a nightcap. The only
person more surprised is Zoe who accepts his daring invitation.
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Excerpt:
Shoving open the door, Chief Garrett Drake marched into the room without looking at
either of the women sitting in front of his desk. Reading the notes from one of his UCs, he was
in his chair before he acknowledged the young women in front of him. “Morning, Detective
Stone. You too, ADA—” Seeing the woman who wasn’t supposed to be there, he frowned.
“What the hell? What happened to Harris? She decided she couldn’t take the cushiest job any
of the district attorney’s babes could hope for?”
Tyra laughed. “Let’s just say that ADA Harris determined that if she was going to spend her
life in misery, she would do it in a less demanding position. Seems the district attorney took pity
on her and sent her to tax evasion.” Nodding to the woman next to her, Tyra shrugged. “You
know Zoe Hamilton from some of our bigger bashes at Oliver’s. In addition to being the
smartest of the ADAs and certainly the most beautiful, Zoe, Gracie Cross, and I are best
friends.”
Garrett’s frown deepened. He was going to let Cole know that he didn’t appreciate musical
chairs ADAs. It was hard enough breaking them in. And although he’d pretended not to
recognize the stunning woman sitting next to Tyra, he’d studied her on several occasions at the
O or T. She was some kind of an Asian mix. She wore her long black hair in a twist on the top of
her head secured by a silver clip. Her pale skin highlighted her classic features. Her full, pouty
lips and high cheekbones were arresting. But it was her slightly upturned eyes that captured his
attention. How could they not? He had expected them to be dark brown or black, but that they
were emerald green and shadowed with lush lashes and arched brows was riveting. But Garrett
admitted her most compelling attribute was the way she met his gaze head-on. As if they were
fucking equals or some damned thing like that. He managed not to smile, knowing how long it
would take him to break down her innate haughtiness. Something he looked forward to doing
soon . . . as in now.
“So you’re one of Cole’s girls? How long have you been an ADA? Christ, if you graduated
from college in the last year or two, you’d be lucky.”
She tilted her head and continued to meet his gaze, although she allowed a slight smile to
grace her face. As if she were addressing a rude boy, she pursed her lips. “First, I’m no one’s
girl. As for my academic and professional experience, my CV is available at the district
attorney’s office should you wish to peruse it.”
Not willing to let her know that her dismissive response had surprised him, he shrugged.
“Nah. I’m not interested in your book learning. I’m a practical son of a bitch. As Tyra can tell
you, I’m a motherfucker to work for, but if you do what you’re supposed to, we’ll get along fine.
To be specific. We take down the skells, provide the evidence that a first-year ADA would need
to make the charges stick. You get the warrants we need, when we need them, and we give the
perps over to you, backed up the ass with rock-hard evidence. You prosecute them, win every
time, and then throw the assholes in jail for the next millennium. That’s how you show me you
know what you’re doing.” When she met his narrowed gaze without blinking, he decided to pile
on. “ADA Harris wasn’t great, but at least she knew how to follow orders.”
“Your orders?”
“Who else? Who the fuck do you think is the chief of major crimes?” Blowing out a hard
sigh, Garrett decided to pull it back. After all, the serious woman in front of him hadn’t earned
his ire. She wasn’t the babe who’d overstayed her welcome in his bed this morning. He added
to himself with a silent snort, it was highly unlikely the new ADA ever would. Christ, if she was
five-foot, four-inches tall, she was lucky. And hell, she couldn’t weigh a hundred and ten
pounds soaking wet. To say she wasn’t his type was an understatement. Although he admitted
when it came to exotic beauty, she was a showstopper. Cutting into his reverie, he snapped,
“What do I call you? ADA Hamilton?”
“As of this week, I’m divorced. I’m taking my own name back.”
Seeing Tyra’s surprise, it was obvious this was news to her. Confident the haughty woman
wasn’t interested in his advice, he gave it anyway. “Sure you want to change? Hell, my ex-wives
never bothered. Guess they figured I might actually do something along the way that would
make it worth having associated with me.” When she just narrowed her gaze further, he
decided to poke at her hauteur. Remembering something Cole had said about the woman he’d
called his most impressive ADA, he said, “Isn’t your husband some hotshot business tycoon?”
“That’s how my former husband would describe himself.” Taking a visible breath, she held
his gaze. “In answer to your question, my title is ADA Tanaka. You may call me that.”
Garrett didn’t hide his surprise. “Tanaka? Isn’t that the name of a bigwig wheelhorse in San
Fran legal circles?”
“I believe you are referring to the former associate justice of the California Supreme
Court.”
“Christ! Don’t tell me he is some dead relative of yours?”
She didn’t hide her disdain. “No, he’s alive. And he’s my father.”
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