The dog played matchmaker. The detective played for keeps.
POPPY
I am running on fumes. Between drowning in college textbooks and scrubbing floors at the exclusive #1 Love Place to pay my tuition, I have exactly zero time for distractions. My only goal today is to finish cleaning apartment 4C and get to class before I collapse.
But the universe, and a mischievous Frenchie named Pepper, have other plans. One minute I’m mopping, the next I’m trapped in the master bathroom by a fallen mop handle and a guilty-looking dog. I’m stuck, I’m sweaty, and I’m panicking. Then the bathroom door opens to reveal a mountain of a man with a badge on his belt and eyes that darken the second they land on me. I should be running for the hills, but the big, growly detective is looking at me like I’m the last drop of water in the desert. And honestly? I want to stay right where I am.
JACK
I deal with the worst of humanity all day. My apartment is supposed to be my sanctuary—a place of order, silence, and solitude. Or it was, until I come home to find a stunning, curvy brunette locked in my bathroom.
I’m not looking for love. I definitely don’t need any complications. But the second I lay eyes on Poppy, logic goes out the window. She’s flustered, beautiful, and everything I need. And now that I’ve found her, I’m never letting her go.
I’ve spent my life hunting bad guys, but she’s the only thing I want to catch. I’m totally obsessed, and I’m ready to do whatever it takes to make her mine.
Warning: This insta-love romance is short, steamy, and sugary sweet. If you like over-the-top possessive heroes and curvy heroines who keep them on their toes, this story is for you.
