Undercover in Six Inch Stilettos (Secret Lives of Police Wives-Book 1) by Carolyn LaRoche

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Blurb

Even a cop’s wife has secrets… When young exotic dancers start disappearing, can Cyndi find the

missing girls without exposing her own little secret?

Cyndi Mills has a great life. A handsome husband that desires her, a beautiful daughter, and

friends she could trust with her life. It’s only logical that she secretly takes a job as an exotic dancer at

one of Virginia Beach’s night clubs.

When dancers start disappearing, Cyndi is determined to get to the bottom of it. Unfortunately,

solving the case means her overly protective husband has to know that she has been lying to him for

months about where she goes every Friday night. Cyndi has no idea just how deep she will get by going

undercover as a confidential informant. Will she risk her marriage to find justice?

Excerpt

Jason leaned against the counter, arms folded across his chest. She recognized that look

immediately. He was doing the cop thing, analyzing her, and she could tell he knew something

didn’t add up. His left eyebrow rose just a tad higher than the right as he studied her. “Why do

you have glitter in your hair?”

Cyndi shook her hair and a shower of glitter rained down on her sweatshirt. Damn.

Somehow she had missed a boat load of sparkle. Damn, that stuff got everywhere.

“Jody brought her daughter’s costume for a dance recital to work so I could help her fix a

tear. It was all covered in sparkles. The damn stuff got on everything. Had to go back over the

carpets with the sweeper twice and I’m still not sure we got it all.”

Jason continued to stare down at her from his full six feet of height. His stare was laser

sharp, his presence imposing. It was no wonder he was so good at catching the bad guy.

Hardened criminals squirmed under the intensity of that stare. Hopefully he couldn’t see through

her despite the fact she felt as transparent as the shower curtain hanging in their bathroom.

“You think Harper is going to want to do that stuff?”

“Harper is four. It’s a little early to predict if she will be a dancer or a swimmer

or…whatever.”

“Yeah, well, I just don’t want that glittery stuff all over the house. The guys won’t ever let

me live it down, I show up to work all sparkly like that.” He shook his head.

Cyndi stepped closer to her husband and wrapped her arms around him. “I’m exhausted,

honey. How about we go to bed?”

Jason hugged her close. “You gonna wear a little French maid’s outfit like you do when

you clean those offices?”

“Jason!”

“Can’t fault a guy for trying.” Jason’s grin was a sharp contrast to his earlier scrutiny. He

pulled out the neckline of her top and peered down into it. “Come on. I know you gotta wear

some kinda uniform!”

Thank God she had changed in to her old white bra from the discount store and left her

bustier at work. Stepping back, Cyndi held her arms out and spun around slowly. “You’re

looking at it, baby. Doesn’t my ratty old sweatshirt turn you on?”

“Not as much as a little maid’s outfit would. It’s nearly Halloween. Maybe I ought to pick

one up for you to wear at work. You know, so you don’t mess up your own clothes.”

“Ohhh, Jason… you are such a guy!”

“You would rather I be such a girl?”

“Of course, not! Just don’t be so obvious about being a man all the time.” Cyndi filled a

glass of water from the tap, drank it in one gulp, then placed her used cup in the sink before

heading toward their bedroom. “Come on, cop man. You play your cards right I might let you

frisk me before we go to sleep.”

Cyndi heard light switches flip, door chains sliding and the announcement that the house

emergency alarm was being set. Jason rushed through his nightly round of safety checks as he

yelled to her from various locations around the house.

“Do you have anything on you that might hurt me?” Snap went the deadbolt on the front

door. “Needles, knives, or guns?” Click went the security latch on the sliding door to the back

yard. “Do I need gloves or cuffs…?”

“Not sure you’re gonna need gloves but cuffs might be fun,” she called back as she

climbed out of her clothes and dropped into the cool sheets.

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Author Bio

Carolyn LaRoche grew up in snow country but fled the cold and ice several years ago. She now lives near

the beach with her husband, their two boys, two finicky cats and one old dog. When she is not at the

baseball field cheering on big hits and home runs, she is busy teaching science to unwilling teenagers.

Where to find me online:

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorCarolynLaRoche?ref=hl

Blog: http://carolynlarocheauthor.blogspot.com/

Twitter: @CarolynLaRoche

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