Rip Cord: The Ever After by Jeanne St. James
Brother in Blue: Marc

Brothers in Blue Trilogy, Book 2

Genre: Contemporary, Erotic Romance

Length: Novel

Previous Book: Brothers in Blue: Max

Meet the men of Manning Grove, three small-town cops and brothers, who meet the women who will change the rest of their lives. This is Marc’s story…


Officer Marc Bryson doesn’t believe women should be in law enforcement. Ever. When his older brother, Max, is promoted to the small town’s police chief what does he do? Hires a woman fresh out of the academy and makes Marc her Field Training Officer.


Determined to follow in her late father’s footsteps, Leah Grant has the moxie to break any glass ceiling that stands in her way from becoming a police officer. Even if that means proving to her coach—who only wants her in his bed and not in the field—she’s worthy of being a permanent member of the force.


Working in a man’s world, Leah challenges Marc’s misconceptions about women in the line of duty. But as they struggle to separate their work life from their undeniable chemistry, things continue to steam up and get a little kinky. These two officers of the law must toe the line after being caught red-handed.


But in the end can Leah prove to Marc that she is good as backup as well as in bed?





Not even an hour into patrol he pulled into the municipal parking lot at the center of town. Ground zero for Max and Amanda’s relationship. If it wasn’t for her violating the time limit on the free parking and Max hadn’t written her a citation, they may have never hooked up. And that would have been a damn shame, as they were perfect together…when they weren’t butting heads. Fate? They thought so.

But fuck fate. If Leah wanted to play it cold after that amazing sex yesterday, even if it hadn’t been in the most ideal location, then fine, he could act the definitive professional. He wasn’t going to beg to have another crack between those sweet, luscious thighs of her. He wasn’t going to long for those bow-shaped lips that turned a deeper shade of red after she wrapped them around his cock. He could go without her slender fingers pulling on his nipple rings.

Yep. He could do without all that.

He rubbed his damp palms on his thighs, panicking he may never get to delve between her legs and taste her sweetness again. Or see her reaction when he sank his teeth into the firm flesh of her ass. Or hear her cry out, “Faster. Harder. Again.” He may never hear his name on her lips as he buried himself deep inside her.

She was like crack. One taste and he was addicted. Fuck me.

His hard-on was rock solid and cramped in his uniform. He swallowed an uncomfortable lump and quickly grabbed Grant’s evaluation notebook from the dashboard. He placed it over his lap and took a pen out of his front pocket. He clicked the pen.

“Are we going to do anything today, Corp? Or are we just going to sit here all day in silence?” She scanned the lot. “Are we looking for parking violators?”

Click. Click. “No. Pop quiz.”

He heard her sigh. He made a note in his notebook. Click.

She turned to look at what he wrote, but he tilted the pad away from her line of sight.

“Sure, Corp. On what?”

Click. Click. “Ten codes.”

The use of ten codes was being phased out of departments, everyone agreeing that using plain language was more efficient and understandable for cross agency use, especially during an incident where more than one agency was responding. He knew that. And he wasn’t sure they even taught ten codes anymore in the academy, but no matter what, she should know them.


“You gotta problem with this quiz?” Click. Click.

“No, Sir.”

“Good. Ten-four.”





“En route.”

“Signal thirty-three.” He lifted his gaze from the notebook and looked over at her. She was focused on his mouth, which did not help his erection problem. He clicked the pen at double time. “This is an important one, Rookie.”


“Corp…” The title escaped her lips softly.

Oh fuck. Her coming undone was killing him. Right now, he’d rather deal with the cold cop than the sultry vixen. He cleared his throat, trying to steel himself, to keep from crushing her to him. “Signal thirty-three. What is it?” He closed the notebook and threw it in the corner of the dash.

Her gaze fell to the unmistakable bulge in his pants. “Marc…”

Her eyes softened and her lips parted.

No, he would not let her change the rules of this game again. Either they were or they weren’t. He clicked the pen closed once last time and jammed it in his shirt pocket.

But fuck the game of one minute you’re all cold and the next all hot and bothered and looking at him like a—

Like a slice of—

Pork roll.

His breath hissed between his teeth. “I’m waiting for the answer, Rookie.”

“Help,” she whispered, her throat convulsing as she swallowed hard. “Send help quickly.”

He reached out to run his thumb over her lower lip, but before he made contact he pulled his hand away like it had been burnt.

Bad idea, dummy, bad, bad idea.

Leah caught her lower lip in her teeth and he forced his gaze away, taking a cleansing breath. “Remember that one. That one could save your life.”


Review for Brothers in Blue: Marc

5 Star Review: "I love me a man in blue and Marc isn’t any different. Minus his macho, women shouldn’t be cops attitude. To his credit, he puts Leah through the paces of learning how to do patrol. He wasn’t counting on Leah being so attractive and such a good cop. Or the Chief, his brother, being so adamant on him training her.

Leah has graduated at the top of her classes in school and the police academy. Unfortunately she doesn’t get many job offers as a woman. So the one she gets, she’s going to do the absolute best she can. Even if that means dealing with a hot, chauvinistic Field Training Officer in Marc.

Hot, sexy times with some good family shenanigans as well. A great read!"

— TBR Book Blog


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