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Paw Enforcement introduces police officer Megan Luz and her loyal K-9 partner Brigit—two Fort Worth cops who are worth their weight in kibble.

SHE’S ON A SHORT LEASH.

Officer Luz is lucky she still has a job after tasering a male colleague where it counts the most. Sure, he had it coming—which is why the police chief is giving Megan a second chance. The catch? Her new partner can’t carry a gun, can’t drive a cruiser, and can’t recite the ...

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Overview

Paw Enforcement introduces police officer Megan Luz and her loyal K-9 partner Brigit—two Fort Worth cops who are worth their weight in kibble.

SHE’S ON A SHORT LEASH.

Officer Luz is lucky she still has a job after tasering a male colleague where it counts the most. Sure, he had it coming—which is why the police chief is giving Megan a second chance. The catch? Her new partner can’t carry a gun, can’t drive a cruiser, and can’t recite the Miranda Rights. Because her new partner is a big furry police dog. So that’s what the chief meant when he called Megan’s partner a real b*tch…

WILL FATE THROW HER A BONE?

With Brigit out on the beat, Megan is writing up enough tickets to wallpaper the whole station. But when a bomb goes off at the mall’s food court, it’s up to Megan and Brigit to start digging—and sniffing—for clues. With the help of dead-sexy bomb-squad expert Seth Rutledge and his own canine partner named Blast, Megan finds herself in a desperate race to collar a killer. Will justice be served—or will she end up in the doghouse?

 "Readers should be prepared for a laugh fest. Diane Kelly is first class."—Night Owl Romance

 

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Editorial Reviews

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Praise for Diane Kelly’s previous novels

DEATH, TAXES, AND EXTRA-HOLD HAIRSPRAY

“As usual, the pace is quick without being frenetic, and the breezy narrative style is perfection—fun and sexy without being over the top.” —RT Book Reviews

“This is a rollicking adventure that will have you rooting for the IRS for once—and you won’t want to put it down until you find out how Tara will overcome all the obstacles in her way. Keep turning those pages—you’ll love every second as you try to find out!” — Reader To Reader Reviews

“If you’ve never read one of Diane Kelly’s Tara Holloway novels, I strongly recommend that you rectify the situation immediately. The series has gotten better with every single installment, and I’d be shocked if you didn’t see these characters gracing your television screen before too long (USA and HBO, I’m looking in your direction). Get on board now so you can say you knew Tara Holloway when.” —The Season for Romance

“Diane Kelly knows how to rock the romance, and roll the story right into a delightful mix of high drama with great characters.” —The Reading Reviewer

 DEATH, TAXES, AND A SKINNY NO-WHIP LATTE

“Readers will find Kelly’s protagonist a kindred spirit to Stephanie Plum: feisty and tenacious, with a self-deprecating sense of humor. Tara is flung into some unnerving situations, including encounters with hired thugs, would-be muggers, and head lice. The laughs lighten up the scary bits, and the nonstop action and snappy dialogue keep the standard plot moving along at a good pace.”—RT Book Reviews

“Readers should be prepared for a laugh fest. The writer is first class and there is a lot of humor contained in this series. It is a definite keeper.” Night Owl Romance

“A quirky, fun tale that pulls you in with its witty heroine and outlandish situations… You’ll laugh at Tara’s predicaments, and cheer her on as she nearly single-handedly tackles the case.” Romance Reviews Today

 

“It is hard not to notice a sexy CPA with a proclivity for weapons. Kelly’s sophomore series title…has huge romance crossover appeal.”—Library Journal

 

“An exciting, fun new mystery series with quirky characters and a twist…Who would have ever guessed IRS investigators could be so cool!” Guilty Pleasures Book Reviews

 

“Kelly’s novel is off to a fast start and never slows down. There is suspense but also laugh out loud moments. If you enjoy Stephanie Plum in the Evanovich novels you will love Tara Holloway!” Reader to Reader Reviews

 

“Diane Kelly gives the reader an action packed thriller bursting at the seams with humor.”—Single Titles

 DEATH, TAXES, AND A FRENCH MANICURE

“Keep your eye on Diane Kelly—her writing is tight, smart and laugh-out-loud funny.”Kristan Higgins, New York Times and USA Today bestselling author

“A hilarious, sexy, heart-pounding ride, that will keep you on the edge of your seat. Tara Holloway is the IRS’s answer to Stephanie Plumsmart, sassy, and so much fun. Kelly’s debut has definitely earned her a spot on my keeper shelf!”New York Times bestselling author Gemma Halliday 

“The subject of taxation usually makes people cry, but prepare to laugh your assets off with Diane Kelly’s hilarious debut.” New York Times bestselling author Jana DeLeon, author of the Ghost-in-Law series  

“Quirky, sexy, and downright fabulous. Zany characters you can’t help but love, and a plot that will knock your socks off. This is the most fun I’ve had reading in forever!” New York Times bestselling author Christie Craig

“With a quirky cast of characters, snappy dialogue, and a Bernie Madoff style pyramid scheme–hunting down tax cheats has never added up to so much fun!” Robin Kaye, award-winning author of The Domestic Gods series   

“Kudos to debut author Diane Kelly, who brings a fresh, new voice and raucous humor to the market. I can’t wait to read the next book in the Tara Holloway series!” Angela Cavener, Indie Book Award Finalist and Author of Operation: Afterlife

“Tara Holloway is Gin Bombay’s BFF, or would be if they knew each other. Kelly’s novel is smart, sexy and funny enough to make little girls want to be IRS agents when they grow up!” Leslie Langtry, author of the Bombay assassins mystery series 

“This totally terrific debut is better than a refund check from the IRS!” Reader to Reader Reviews 

“Part romance, part thriller, and part comedic mystery, it’s just the thing to help keep you warm on a chilly autumn night.” The Maine Suspect 

 “Who knew the IRS was so sexy?”—The Alcalde  
“With her quirky humour and incredibly witty aside jokes, Diane Kelly has created a real winner and a star for her debut…series. Kelly’s plot is filled with belligerent and bad ass characters and dicey situations that will keep you turning the pages to see how it all turns out.”—Fresh Fiction

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781250048349
  • Publisher: St. Martin's Press
  • Publication date: 6/3/2014
  • Series: Paw Enforcement Series , #1
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 400
  • Sales rank: 84,439
  • Product dimensions: 4.10 (w) x 6.70 (h) x 1.20 (d)

Meet the Author

Diane Kelly is a former CPA and tax attorney, who had several brushes with white-collar criminals during her career. When she realized her experiences made excellent fodder for novels, her fingers hit the keyboard and thus began her Special Agent Tara Holloway romantic mystery series. A recipient of the 2009 Romance Writers of America Golden Heart Award for Best Novel with Strong Romantic Elements, she has received more than two dozen RWA chapter awards. Diane’s fiction, tax, and humor pieces have appeared in True Love Magazine, Writer’s Digest Yearbook, Romance Writers Report, Byline Magazine, and other publications.

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ONE

JOB INSECURITY

Fort Worth Police Officer Megan Luz

My rusty-haired partner lay convulsing on the hot asphalt, his jaw clenching and his body involuntarily curling into a jittery fetal position as two probes delivered fifteen hundred volts of electricity to his groin. The crotch of his police-issue trousers darkened as he lost control of his bladder.

I’d never felt close to my partner in the six months we’d worked together, but at that particular moment I sensed a strong bond. The connection likely stemmed from the fact that we were indeed connected then—by the two wires leading from the Taser in my hand to my partner’s twitching testicles.

*   *   *

I didn’t set out to become a hero. I decided on a career in law enforcement for three other reasons:

1. Having been a twirler in my high school’s marching band, I knew how to handle a baton.

2. Other than barking short orders or rattling off Miranda rights, working as a police officer wouldn’t require me to talk much.

3. I had an excess of pent-up anger. Might as well put it to good use, right?

Of course I didn’t plan to be a street cop forever. Just long enough to work my way up to detective. A lofty goal, but I knew I could do it—even if nobody else did.

I’d enjoyed my studies in criminal justice at Sam Houston State University in Hunstville, Texas, especially the courses in criminal psychology. No, I’m not some sick, twisted creep who gets off on hearing about criminals who steal, rape, and murder. I just thought that if we could figure out why criminals do bad things maybe we could stop them, you know?

To supplement my student loans, I’d worked part-time at the gift shop in the nearby state prison museum, selling tourists such quality souvenirs as ceramic ashtrays made by the prisoners and decks of cards containing prison trivia. The unit had once been home to Clyde Barrow of Bonnie and Clyde fame and was also the site of an eleven-day siege in 1974 spearheaded by heroin kingpin Fred Gomez Carrasco, jailed for killing a police officer. Our top-selling item was a child’s time-out chair fashioned after Old Sparky, the last remaining electric chair used in Texas. Talk about cruel and unusual punishment.

To the corner, little Billy.

No, Mommy, no! Anything but the chair!

I’d looked forward to becoming a cop, keeping the streets safe for citizens, maintaining law and order, promoting civility and justice. Such noble ideals, right?

What I hadn’t counted on was that I’d be working with a force full of macho shitheads. With my uncanny luck, I’d been assigned to partner with the most macho, most shit-headed cop of all, Derek the “Big Dick” Mackey. As implied in the aforementioned reference to twitching testicles, our partnership had not ended well.

That’s why I was sitting here outside the chief’s office on a cheap plastic chair, chewing my thumbnail down to a painful nub, waiting to find out whether I still had a job. Evidently, Tasering your partner in the cojones is considered not only an overreaction but also a blatant violation of department policy, one that carried the potential penalty of dismissal from the force, not to mention a criminal assault charge.

So much for those noble ideals, huh?

I ran a finger over my upper lip, blotting the nervous sweat that had formed there. Would I be booted off the force after only six months on duty?

With the city’s budget crisis, there’d been threats of cutbacks and layoffs across the board. No department would be spared. If the chief had to fire anyone, he’d surely start with the rookie with the Irish temper. If the chief canned me, what would I do? My aspirations of becoming a detective would go down the toilet. Once again I’d be Megan Luz, aka “The Loser.” As you’ve probably guessed, my pent-up anger had a lot to do with that nickname.

I pulled my telescoping baton from my belt and flicked my wrist to extend it. Snap! Though my police baton had a different feel from the twirling baton I’d used in high school, I’d quickly learned that with a few minor adjustments to accommodate the distinctive weight distribution I could perform many of the same tricks with it. I began to work the stick, performing a basic flat spin. The repetitive motion calmed me, helped me think. It was like a twirling metal stress ball. Swish-swish-swish.

The chief’s door opened and three men exited. All wore navy tees emblazoned with white letters spelling “BOMB SQUAD” stretched tight across well-developed pecs. Though the bomb squad was officially part of the Fort Worth Fire Department, the members worked closely with the police. Where there’s a bomb, there’s a crime, after all. Most likely these men were here to discuss safety procedures for the upcoming Concerts in the Garden. After what happened at the Boston Marathon, extra precautions were warranted for large public events.

The guy in front, a blond with a military-style haircut, cut his eyes my way. He watched me spin my baton for a moment, then dipped his head in acknowledgement when my gaze met his. He issued the standard southern salutation: “Hey.”

His voice was deep with a subtle rumble, like far-off thunder warning of an oncoming storm. The guy wasn’t tall, but he was broad shouldered, muscular, and undeniably masculine. He had dark-green eyes and a dimple in his chin that drew my eyes downward, over his soft, sexy mouth, and back up again.

A hot flush exploded through me. I tried to nod back at him, but my muscles seemed to have atrophied. My hand stopped moving and clutched my baton in a death grip. All I could do was watch as he and the other men continued into the hall and out of sight.

Blurgh. Acting like a frigid virgin. How humiliating!

Once the embarrassment waned, I began to wonder. Had the bomb squad guy found me attractive? Was that why he’d greeted me? Or was he simply being friendly to a fellow public servant?

My black locks were pulled back in a tight, torturous bun, a style that enabled me to look professional on the force while allowing me to retain my feminine allure after hours. There were only so many sacrifices I was willing to make for employment, and my long, lustrous hair was not one of them. My freckles showed through my light makeup. Hard to feel like a tough cop if you’re wearing too much foundation or more than one coat of mascara. Fortunately, I had enough natural coloring to get by with little in the way of cosmetics. I was a part Irish-American, part Mexican-American mutt, with just enough Cherokee blood to give me an instinctive urge to dance in the rain but not enough to qualify me for any college scholarships. My figure was neither thin nor voluptuous, but my healthy diet and regular exercise kept me in decent shape. It was entirely possible that the guy had been checking me out. Right?

I mentally chastised myself: Chill, Megan. I hadn’t had a date since I’d joined the force, but so what? I had more important things to deal with at the moment. I collapsed my baton, returned it to my belt, and took a deep breath to calm my nerves.

The chief’s secretary, a middle-aged brunette wearing a poly-blend dress, sat at her desk typing a report into the computer. She had twice as much butt as chair, her thighs draping over the sides of the seat. But who could blame her? Judging from the photos on her desk, she’d squeezed out three children in rapid succession. Having grown up in a family of five kids, I knew mothers had little time to devote to themselves when their kids were young and constantly needed Mommy to feed them, clean up their messes, and bandage their various boo-boos. She wore no jewelry, no makeup, and no nail polish. The chief deserved credit for not hiring a younger, prettier, better-accessorized woman for the job. Obviously, she’d been hired for her mad office skills. She’d handled a half-dozen phone calls in the short time I’d been waiting and her fingers moved over the keyboard at such a speedy pace it was a miracle her hands didn’t burst into flame. Whatever she was being paid, it wasn’t enough.

The woman’s phone buzzed again and she punched her intercom button. “Yessir?” She paused a moment. “I’ll send her in.” She hung up the phone and turned to me. “The chief is ready for you.”

“Thanks.” I stood on wobbly legs.

Will the chief take my badge today?

Is my career in law enforcement over?

I turned the knob and stepped into the doorway, a dozen eyes on me. Two of the eyes belonged to Chief Garelik. The other ten were lifeless glass spheres inserted into the various animal heads mounted on the wall, including a sixteen-point buck, a mountain lion, and an enormous gaping trout. Given the abundance of wood paneling and taxidermy, the room looked more like a hunting lodge than a government office. Two long windows looked out on to downtown Fort Worth, the clock tower of the Tarrant County Courthouse visible a block away. Situated between the windows was a bookcase boasting framed snapshots of the chief in camouflage coveralls crouched next to a fresh, bloody kill. In another, the chief held a dead duck by the neck while the Big Dick stood next to him, his red burr cut flaming in the sunshine, his arm draped over the chief’s shoulders.

No doubt about it. The chief was a man’s man.

I’d met Chief Garelik only once before, at the induction ceremony for the officers in my training class. After administering the police officer’s oath, he’d made his way down the line, shaking hands, pinning badges on uniforms, giving each new officer a stiff salute. Today he sat in an oversized leather chair behind an enormous oak desk, a collection of hunting rifles mounted in a rack behind him. The chief was broad and bulky, with a complexion best described as Spam-like, red and ruddy, with visible lines of broken capillaries on his cheeks and around his nose. High blood pressure would be my guess. Serving as police chief in a city of three-quarters of a million people wasn’t exactly a low-stress job.

He ran a hand through his silver hair and locked his steely eyes on me, shooting me the same look one would give an aluminum siding salesman who’d appeared uninvited on the doorstep. “Get your ass in here, Officer Luz.”

Not exactly a polite invitation, but I was in no position to take offense. I stepped into his office, closing the door gently behind me. The latch caught with a resounding click, as if sealing my fate.

He gestured to one of the wing chairs covered in genuine fake leather courtesy of the city’s taxpayers. The stretched-out fabric on the seat evidenced decades of butts’ having perched on the chair. My ass was obviously not the first that would be chewed out here.

Before I could even settle in he snapped, “Good God a’mighty, Luz! What the hell were you thinking?”

No working up to the subject. No pussyfooting around. Then again, the chief was a busy man with no time for niceties.

“I guess I w-wasn’t thinking, s-sir,” I said, disappointed to hear the stutter in my voice. I was a cop, dammit. I needed to sound professional, tough, competent. Instead, my voice sounded feeble and fumbling, the way it had back in school when a teacher called on me in class.

No.

I’m not going to let myself down.

I can do this.

“I’m sorry. I lost my t-temper.” Carefully choosing my words and using as few as possible, I explained to the chief that Mackey and I had arrested a woman for driving under the influence. “We found a bag of what appeared to be crystal meth in her car.”

I’d cuffed the woman, turned her to face the cruiser, and patted her down. Mackey had suggested I perform a body cavity search, further proposing I lick my finger first, not only to make insertion easier but also “to make things more fun” for the woman. The perverse comment had been bad enough, but when he offered to lick my finger clean afterward it was the last straw. I had put up with his disgusting, sexist bullshit all day, including him positioning his erect baton between his legs and rubbing it up and down while making moaning sounds.

Grrr. An uncontrollable rage had seized me. An instant later Derek lay twitching on the asphalt, his hands cupped over his crotch, his eyes rolling back in his head, and drool oozing from his mouth. Then came the urination, as disclosed earlier.

Repeating the exchange was embarrassing. But I had to tell the chief the filthy things Mackey had said. I had to defend myself.

When I finished, the chief shook his head. “Mackey’s a prick. You’ll get no argument here.”

I wasn’t sure whether to be offended by the chief’s vulgar language or to be glad he was treating me like one of the guys. I didn’t want him to treat me differently because I was female. I wanted the same respect—or disrespect—he gave the male officers.

The chief sat back in his chair and exhaled loudly. “Ironically, the fact that Mackey’s a prick is what makes him valuable to this department.”

Mackey not only had a reputation for being a sexist pig, but he was also known for his extreme, bordering-on-insane bravery. He’d recently rescued a woman dragged into her apartment by an abusive boyfriend who’d already taken several shots at officers with a sawed-off shotgun. While the other cops shielded themselves behind their cruisers and waited for the SWAT team to arrive, Mackey had snuck up the side staircase, kicked in the door, and stormed the place. Of course Mackey claimed afterward that he’d never have risked his life if the woman didn’t have such a “ginormous rack” and “smoking-hot ass.”

The chief put his feet up on his desk and his hands behind his head. A good sign. He’d be in a more formal posture if he was going to fire me, right?

His chair squeaked as he rocked back. “You shouldn’t have Tasered Mackey. Especially in the balls.” He cringed involuntarily, as if the mere thought caused him pain. “But he had it coming.”

Frankly, when considering what the Big Dick deserved, electrified gonads was a drop in the bucket.

Chief Garelik wagged a hairy-knuckled finger at me. “You’re lucky Mackey brought this to me rather than Internal Affairs. I’m going to keep this incident off your record and let you slide this time.”

Thank God.

“But only this time,” he added. “You’ll be booted off the force and face criminal prosecution if you pull a stupid stunt like that again. You hear me?”

I swallowed hard, forcing down the lump that had formed in my throat the instant the word “stupid” registered with my ears. I was not stupid. Impatient, sure. Short-tempered, hell yeah. Maybe even impulsive.

But not stupid.

My jaw clenched so tight my teeth threatened to crack. “Understood, sir.”

The chief retrieved a paper pouch of chewing tobacco from his breast pocket, pinched a bit from the package, and slid it into his mouth between his cheek and gum. He returned the pouch to his pocket and picked up a Diet Coke can, putting it to his lips and expelling tobacco juice into it. Puh-ting. I tried not to show my revulsion.

“I’m assigning you a new partner.” The chief’s eyes gave off a wicked gleam, like the glint from a freshly polished revolver. “She’s a real bitch. You two will get along great.”

I ignored the implication that I, too, was a bitch. Unlike stupid, though, being called a bitch didn’t really bother me.

“A female officer?” Teaming with a woman could be fun. Mackey had kept the cruiser’s radio tuned to a sports channel all day. With a female partner, we could listen to NPR or a book on tape, maybe a good detective novel. A female partner would smell better, too. Mackey was a big guy, producing sweat by the gallon in the Texas heat. By the end of each shift, our cruiser became a BO gas chamber. Of course the jerk never seemed to be bothered by his own stench.

The chief retrieved his handheld radio from his desktop and squeezed the talk button. “Send in Sergeant Brigit.”

So my new partner was a sergeant, exceeding me in rank. Typical, as rookies like me were generally paired with a more experienced officer. But Brigit? It sounded more like a first name than a last name.

A jangle sounded outside the door, likely Sergeant Brigit’s keys or handcuffs. The door opened and she walked in.

Whoooa.

The chief hadn’t been lying. My new partner was a real bitch. As in four paws and eight tits. Huge, too, with thick fur in black and tan. The jangling came from her tags, a city license and a rabies tag, hanging from a studded black leather collar that made the bitch look butch.

A cry of, “No!” spurted involuntarily from me. Remembering my manners and the fact that I was in the chief’s office, I turned back to him. “I mean, no, sir. I c-can’t partner with a dog.”

The chief cocked his head. “You allergic?”

“No, sir.”

“Then she’s yours. You’ll be responsible for caring for her after hours, too.”

No. No way. I didn’t want that kind of responsibility. Don’t get me wrong. It’s not that I had anything against dogs. Problem was, as I was the oldest of five children, any jobs my parents couldn’t handle had been outsourced—or should I say down-sourced?—to me. I’d been responsible for dressing, feeding, and generally riding herd over my brothers and sisters. The only thing my parents had never asked me to do was tutor my siblings.

Things had been no better when I went off to college. I’d gone potluck for roommates in the dorm and the computer had paired me with one irresponsible roommate after another, girls who partied every night, forgot to set their alarms, left their dirty panties and socks all over the floor. They counted on me to wake them for class, to maintain a stock of tampons and rolls of quarters for laundry.

When I’d moved back to Fort Worth after college graduation last May, I’d immediately signed up for the fall police academy and rented a tiny apartment in an older complex in East Fort Worth. It wasn’t much. Three hundred square feet with worn blue industrial carpet and a tiny rectangle of rippled linoleum in the kitchen nook. But, as management loved to remind disgruntled tenants, the place came with free cable television. Most important, though, I’d been finally free of responsibility for anyone but myself. I didn’t even own a houseplant.

Someday I’d want a husband, kids, maybe even a cat or dog.

But not yet.

Not now.

The handler holding the dog’s leash ordered the animal to sit. The dog obeyed, turning her big brown eyes on me in what could only be described as a death glare. She seemed no more excited about being partnered with me than I was about being partnered with her. It was almost as if she’d understood what I’d said, that I didn’t want the responsibility of taking care of her.

But a dog wouldn’t be smart enough to understand that, would it?

I tried to think of another viable excuse. I glanced over at the dog. The beast had to weigh close to a hundred pounds. I turned back to the chief. “I drive a smart car, sir. She won’t fit inside.”

He waved his hand dismissively. “Sure she will.”

He still wasn’t biting.

“My apartment management doesn’t allow pets. They’re forbidden by my lease.” Good thinking, Megan. He’s head of the city’s law enforcement. He can’t argue with the law.

“We called the property manager,” the chief shot back. “He said he’d make an exception for a police dog. Figured it might reduce crime at the complex.”

The place had suffered a rash of vehicle burglaries lately. Nonetheless, “I—”

Chief Garelik cut me off with a raised palm. “No more excuses, Officer Luz.” The chief spit another gooey blob of tobacco into his soda can. “You messed up good and I’ve gotta make some cutbacks. You either partner with Sergeant Fluffy-butt or you’re off the force.”

Copyright © 2014 by Diane Kelly

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  • Posted June 18, 2014

    In order to save her job Fort Worth Police Officer Megan Luz agr

    In order to save her job Fort Worth Police Officer Megan Luz agrees to work with a new partner. This is so not what she wants, but you do what you have to. Her new partner will take some getting use to. Her name is Sergeant Brigit and she is a K-9 officer. Now they have to learn to work and live together. Who will win this battle of wills? I love this new series by Diane Kelly. The characters are an interesting and quirky bunch. Megan is feisty, proud and determined to be successful. Brigit is smart and just as determined to be the alpha. Together they are a dynamite pair who are searching for the bomber who is terrorizing the city. This story is a roller coaster ride filled with suspense, danger and a touch of romance. Seth adds sexy with a secret to Megan's life. I love it. The story is well written and filled with plenty of suspects. I wasn't sure who did it until the very end. This is a great start to this new series. I'm hooked. I can't wait until the next book comes out in 2015.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 24, 2014

    A waste of good read!!!

    A female police officer who is scared easily, has anger issues, and cries easily, to name a few of the pathetic characters in this book. This author needs to read one of JD Robb's In Death Series to see what real female cops act like. The talking dog is also stupid. I think Diane Kelley needs to write children's books and leave the police stories to real authors.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 29, 2014

    A new series to watch

    I had a little trouble getting into this book at first. I stayed with it and was glad that I did. I am looking forward to the 2nd book in the series.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 4, 2014

    Great book

    Love to read another

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  • Posted July 3, 2014

    hysterical. i loved Luz's wit!

    hysterical. i loved Luz's wit!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 1, 2014

    Awesome read

    Funny , great read can't wait for the second book

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  • Posted June 28, 2014

    Police Officer Megan Lutz wants to be a detective someday.  Mega

    Police Officer Megan Lutz wants to be a detective someday.  Megan and her K-9, Brigit, get the opportunity to do detective work by searching for the town's bomber.  While almost everyone in town is a suspect, the end will "blow your mind!"  One of my favorite Diane Kelly books, for sure! 

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  • Posted June 22, 2014

    Wonderful first book. This is not her first book though. She is

    Wonderful first book. This is not her first book though. She is a great author. Very funny

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  • Posted October 8, 2014

    Officer Megan Luz is given a second chance and a new partner in

    Officer Megan Luz is given a second chance and a new partner in this light, fast-paced, crime solving story. Her new partner, an experienced K9 named Brigit, is trained for the chase, the take down, and drug location. 
    When Brigit alerts to the trash in the shopping mall food court, it’s not drugs that Megan discovers. Instead it’s a bomb -- with only minutes left on the timer. 
    Seth Rutledge and his bomb sniffing partner, Blast, are called in on the case. Tension mounts when the bomber strikes again – this time with several devices at a golf course. The race is on to discover his identity before someone is killed.
    This story introduced a nice cast of interesting characters. I especially liked Brigit’s short scenes with the “dog’s eye view” of events. I look forward to more crime solving and the development of the human relationship between Megan and Seth.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 12, 2014

    Surprisingly good! Try it!

    When I saw that the author's previous books had been of the romance genre, I was reluctant to get into this one. It was, however, funny as well as a good mystery. It will probably be compared to the Stephanie Plum books, but, except for some egregious editing problems, the story had more meat and less inane fluff that the Plum series. I'm looking forward to the next installment in December.

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  • Posted September 6, 2014

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    A hilarious very easy read.

    Reviewed for Read Your Writes Book Reviews
    by Gemini

    Paw Enforcement was an entertaining cozy mystery. It’s about rookie police officer, Megan Luz and her unlikely quest to find a serial bomber in Fort Worth, Texas. In addition, she has been assigned a new partner with four legs that just so happens to outrank her. Paw Enforcement kept me laughing throughout. And since I just so happen to be a native Texan, I was able to visualize every landmark that was described.

    Megan is a very high strung woman. She has a slight stutter that has always made her self-conscious and standoffish. She also has a very short fuse which is how she ends up using her taser her on her human partner. While she is patrolling the mall, she inadvertently stumbles onto a bomb and that sets off an investigation that could make or break her fledgling career. It doesn’t help that her new canine partner eats her shoes, sleeps in her bed, and has no respect for her. Their interactions with each other and everyone else around them was hilarious.

    Paw Enforcement was a very easy read. If you would like an escape, this will put your mind at ease.

    Source: Publisher for an honest & unbiased review

    Rating: 3.5

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 31, 2014

    Endings

    I love to read her books but the storyline leaves to much open at the end. After reading six of her books nothing has closure.
    Don't think i will read her books anymore.

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