Disturbing the Peace: The Blue Line Series, #4

By Brandy Ayers

If you like hot men in uniform doing naughty things to strong, smart women, this is the series for you!

"I have loved every single one of the books in this series." - Goodreads Reviewer

A cop to the core...
Justice Reilly bleeds blue. As the rookie cop at Middleburg Police Department, he has a lot to prove. And no time for a relationship. But on the odd occasion his hand just won't do, he damn sure doesn't seek out the buckle bunnies down at the Blue Line Bar. No way will he get trapped like some of his brothers in arms.

Until one night, one woman has him questioning everything he had planned for his life. Now, if he could just find her again.

Her reputation is tarnished...
Ana Formosa is a bad-ass bitch not afraid to take down the criminals of Pittsburgh. But one ill-conceived relationship with her superior officer left her world and her career in tatters. Now, she is officially relegated to the suburbs, on loan to the MPD to help bust a drug lord plaguing the town.

She planned to get in and out as fast as possible. But her one night stand has come back to haunt her. There's no way she is letting another affair with a cop affect her career. No matter how hot and persistent that cop might be.

***This is the fourth and final book in the Blue Line Series, all featuring a different hot cop at the Middleburg Police Station. Each book is safe with no cheating, no cliffhanger, and a HEA. The first three books can be read in any order; however, you should read Disturbing the Peace last since the overarching story about the rising crime in Middleburg concludes in this book.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Brandy Ayers
• Release date: Mar 9, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386935476

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Brandy Ayers

Disturbing The Peace

Copyright © 2017 by Brandy Ayers

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Contents

1. Chapter One

2. Chapter Two

3. Chapter Three

4. Chapter Four

5. Chapter Five

6. Chapter Six

7. Chapter Seven

8. Chapter Eight

9. Chapter Nine

10. Chapter Ten

11. Chapter Eleven

12. Chapter Twelve

13. Epilogue

About the Author

Also by Brandy Ayers

1

Chapter One

Ana

Fuck. Every single guy in the bar looked like a baby to Ana. Not a single one of them appeared to be over the age of twenty-two. If she had any hope at all of getting over her ex and moving on with her life, she needed to find someone to fuck, pronto.

Ana Formosa strongly believed in the old adage To get over someone, you need to get under someone else. And she had to put the whole situation in Pittsburgh behind her. Sure, at one point she thought her asshole commanding officer might be the one. He was decent in bed, good looking, smart, and slightly aloof. Everything she loved in a man.

What she didn’t love was finding out that Derek had also boned half the females on the force, including the commissioner’s daughter, whom he then proposed to. When Ana found out, she lost her shit. Her temper didn’t get the better of her often, but when it did, it truly was a sight to behold.

Turned out the commissioner didn’t take kindly to one of his lead female detectives screaming at her lover slash ex-boyfriend in the middle of the Pittsburgh Police Department’s lobby, in front of his new fiancé. And the mayor.

The part that pissed her off more than anything was the fact that she proved right every single misogynistic asshole on the force who said women shouldn’t be detectives because they were too emotional. Nobody gave a shit that Derek had whispered he loved her as he fucked her every damn night. Or that he talked about their future, kids, a house, the whole nine. Nobody cared that he had been saying the same things to at least three other women that she knew of. They certainly didn’t care that he proposed to his fiancé purely as a career move, not because he loved the poor, naive girl. Not a single person gave a shit about any of that. The only thing they could talk about after the fact was how Detective Ana Formosa had flown off the handle and screamed bloody murder at her commanding officer in public.

Thankfully, the commissioner knew her, knew her reputation for being a great cop, and didn’t have any desire to shitcan her. But things had been what be might called rough ever since the incident. No one wanted to work with her, and she’d gone through three partners in as many months. She got crap cases and more often than not stuck filling out paperwork all day.

Which is why she found herself actually happy to be loaned out to a neighboring suburb’s police department. She’d made the trip to Middleburg for an emergency interrogation of a suspect turned victim, which had been one of the most bizarre interviews she’d ever been a part of, to say the least. The interrogation was followed by an attempt on the victim’s life, the Chief freaking out, and the new suspect stonewalling them back at the station. Now she was intrigued and excited to make the switch at least semi-permanently for the next few months. But she had a few cases still to wrap up in the city before she could move out to Middleburg and figure out how to catch the people responsible for the sleepy town’s rise in crime and drugs.

And in order to go back to the PPD with her head held high, she needed to pick one of these twerps to throw down with before hitting the road in the morning. At this point she didn’t give two shits who she ended up banging. She certainly didn’t expect the guy to be any good in the sack. But she could work with just about anything. She just needed the last guy she slept with to not be Derek.

Ana turned back to the bar, waving the bartender down and ordering another beer. In her peripheral vision, she saw someone slip onto a stool two spots over but didn’t bother turning to check the guy out. If he manned up and got the balls to talk to her, she might let him take her home.

Hey, buddy, what can I get for you? The bartender spoke to him with a familiarity, not the well-rehearsed greeting she had received.

Get me the new IPA, Cory. Thanks. Despite the volume of the noise the place called music, Ana could still hear the newcomer’s deep voice, and it sent shivers up her spine. Authority infused even the few words he spoke.

For the first time that night, her panties grew damp, and she couldn’t resist the temptation to turn and see his face. The guy was younger than she would have guessed from his voice, maybe only his early twenties. But he was tall and broad with muscles that stretched the confines of his white T-shirt. His deep brown skin looked flawless, and he had obscenely full lips that she knew would do wonders between her thighs. The guy kept his hair short, not long enough to grip in her fingers and direct his mouth, but she would make do. Unfortunately, the bar and his sitting position blocked the view of the rest of his body, but if it matched the top half, it looked like Ana had herself a winner for the night.

She shifted to the stool separating them, swinging her legs toward the newcomer and crossing them, the hem of her body-hugging dress inched up to midthigh. Ana wasn’t a shy woman. She knew what she wanted, and she went after it with every weapon in her arsenal. Including her body. There were many parts of her body that she was proud of but none more so than her legs. They were long and toned, thanks to the daily five miles she ran, ten on weekends. She didn’t have a fucking thigh gap, which was the dumbest damn thing she’d ever heard in her life. No, her thighs were curvy, thanks to the muscles that powered her both in and out of bed.

The guy didn’t miss her move, his eyes slipping from the beer glass in his hands to her calves, then tracing their way up her body.

Like what you see? Ana tucked her wavy hair behind one ear, leaning forward slightly to show off the little bit of cleavage she had.

The stranger’s eyes snapped up to meet hers. The moment they landed on hers was like a punch to the gut. She’d expected his eyes to be a dark brown, matching the rest of his dark good looks. But instead, they were a light hazel, almost moss green. The contrast between the rest of his features and his eyes mesmerized her, as if she had to stare at this beautiful man to make sense of how all his parts came together into one perfect package.

I didn’t sit here by accident. I’ve been watching you all night. He kept his voice even, but the lust lying beneath the calm couldn’t be mistaken.

Ana quirked up one eyebrow, impressed with this guy’s confidence. Well, aren’t you the talented one. Not often I miss something as big as being watched all night.

Her new friend smirked. Blending in is just one of my many talents. He licked his bottom lip, pulling it slightly into his mouth. Damn if that move didn’t make Ana’s panties wet. Something she didn’t expect to happen this early in the night. Want to hear about the others?

How about you tell me your name first, stranger? Twenty minutes ago, Ana hadn’t given a damn about learning the name of whatever schmuck she took back to her room, but suddenly she desperately wanted to know everything about this man.

Reilly.

Huh. Wouldn’t have pegged you for a Reilly. First or last?

Reilly chuckled a little as if she had told a joke only he was in on. People have been calling me Reilly for so long, sometimes I forget it’s not my actual name. I don’t think any of the guys I work with even know my first name. He picked up his beer, took a sip and set it back down, but