The Rookie (The Taylor Clan) [NOOK Book]

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Suddenly something was more important to rookie officer Josh Taylor than busting a campus drug ring and making detective. Because when Josh's undercover investigation strangely intersected with his older and pregnant professor, Rachel Livesay, sparks of danger—and passion—ignited.

Rachel had no one to turn to until Josh vowed to protect her from the sperm donor who threatened to snatch her newborn child from her arms. But Josh was her "student," not a knight in shining armor—and...

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Overview

Suddenly something was more important to rookie officer Josh Taylor than busting a campus drug ring and making detective. Because when Josh's undercover investigation strangely intersected with his older and pregnant professor, Rachel Livesay, sparks of danger—and passion—ignited.

Rachel had no one to turn to until Josh vowed to protect her from the sperm donor who threatened to snatch her newborn child from her arms. But Josh was her "student," not a knight in shining armor—and falling for him could be deadly for them both!

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781426867514
  • Publisher: Harlequin
  • Publication date: 6/21/2010
  • Series: Taylor Clan Series , #699
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 256
  • Sales rank: 174,435
  • File size: 287 KB

Meet the Author

Julie attributes her passion for writing romance to all those fairy tales she read growing up, and shyness. Encouragement from her family to write down those feelings she couldn't express became a love for the written word. She gets continued support from her fellow members of the Prairieland Romance Writers, where she serves as the resident "grammar goddess."

This award-winning author and teacher has published several paranormal romances in addition to her beloved romantic suspense. Inspired by the likes of Agatha Christie and Encyclopedia Brown, Julie believes that the only thing better than a good mystery is a good romance.

Born and raised in Missouri, she now lives in Nebraska with her husband, son, and smiling guard dog, Maxie.

Write to Julie at P.O. Box 5162, Grand Island, NE 68802-5162 USA.

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The Rookie


By Julie Miller

Harlequin Enterprises Ltd.

Copyright © 2003 Julie Miller
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0373226993


Chapter One

Joshua Taylor hunkered down behind the stack of crates in the old warehouse, alternately scanning the shadows for signs of movement, and eavesdropping on the soft yet tense conversation playing into the receiver wedged inside his ear.

His black slacks and fur-collared uniform blended into the night. The only signs that might give away his presence were the shiny brass badge pinned above his heart, and the sleek bulk of the steel pistol he gripped between his leather-gloved hands.

"You told me you could deliver." That was A. J. Rodriguez, at one time the partner of Josh's older brother, Cole. He'd been masquerading for the past three weeks as a drug dealer trying to move his business into Fourth Precinct territory. "And now you want to short me twenty bags when I come with my arms - and my briefcase - wide open?"

"It's risky, putting my faith in new neighbors." That cranky, drug-damaged voice belonged to Randall Pittmon. He'd been in and out of jail more times than Josh had taken a date to the local amusement park - and that was saying something. That ageless scumbag was going down for the count this time, though. No misdemeanor charges. No plea bargains. This was a major bust.

As soon as Randall put his cards on the table. Cards filled with street-ready methamphetamine. Vacuum-packed crystals ready to smoke or melt down to inject. The same kind of home-brewed high that had taken one of the kids he coached at the local gym last month.

Josh swallowed his impatient huff and shifted his position. The concrete floor was chilling his butt, and this guy wanted to philosophize! Josh turned his chin toward the microphone clipped to his shoulder strap and whispered, "Does anybody else think this guy's stalling?"

"Maintain silence, Taylor." That would be Lieutenant Cutler.

Josh nodded in lieu of a yes, sir, and peered into the darkness, trying to pinpoint the location of the other uniformed officers who'd been assigned as backup for A.J. and Cutler's men. No one. Nothing. He was stuck like a frog at the bottom of a mud-hole, blindly waiting for the predator to strike. Able only to listen and wait for Cutler's command.

One day soon he'd make detective, and he could take the lead on cases like this one. At age twenty-eight, he was ready for it. He'd passed the test. He had the college degree. He had the experience under his belt.

What he needed was a different last name.

Being the baby of a large brood of law enforcement brothers, he had an almost legendary reputation to live up to. Proud as he was of his family's accomplishments, he found it hard to measure up. He couldn't just be a competent patrolman with a decent arrest record. He couldn't just have good instincts on the street. He had to be better than anybody else up for the new detective slots in the Fourth Precinct.

He had to walk a fine line between taking orders and taking risks, and prove that he was the best.

A.J. tried to urge Randall into a decision. "My offer's not going to be on the table much longer. If you have the goods, deal. If not, I'll take my business elsewhere."

Definitely stalling. Josh rolled over onto the balls of his feet and crouched low, maintaining his cover behind the crates. He ventured a whisper, almost touching his lips to his mike. "Lieutenant."

Josh ignored the lieutenant's succinct curse and reported what his ears and his gut told him, even if his eyes couldn't see it. "Pittmon's waiting for a third party. Does A.J. know that?"

Detective Rodriguez had been thoroughly searched by Pittmon. So there were no wires on him. And no weapon. At least, none that Pittmon knew of. A.J. might be a sitting duck.

Josh's earpiece crackled as another officer came on the line. "I've got a blue pickup coming in the back. Local plates. I'm running 'em now."

Cutler swore for all of them. "Anybody got a clear view of what's going on? Pittmon just stepped out of the camera shot."

Josh tuned out the roll call of reports. He slipped to the end of the stack of crates and pressed his belly flat to the floor. Turning the bill of his KCPD cap to the back of his short, dark-blond hair, he made himself point man to A.J.'s backup. Keeping himself aligned with the shadows, he inched forward just enough to get a bug's-eye view of unfolding events.

"Pittmon's headed toward the garage door," Josh reported, his deep voice barely a whisper. "A.J.'s at the desk. The only package is the briefcase with the money. Wait. Somebody's coming in."

The buzz of voices in his ear fell silent. Randall laughed and swatted the third man on the arm as he walked in. The new man was smaller in stature. He wore jeans and sneakers.

And a letter jacket.

"Crap. It's just a kid." A slew of other, choicer, more damning curses filled his brain. Josh pushed them out of his mind, along with the image of Billy Matthews's strong young body lying still on the gym's hardwood floor. No spasms. No sweats. Nothing. He just dropped like a stone. Josh could suddenly hear his own rapid breathing, his heart pounding as it had that day. "The kid's about eighteen. I can't make out what they're saying."

Neither could A.J., it seemed. Calm as always, the compact, muscular detective rose to his feet. "Is there a problem?"

"Bingo on the plates." An officer from the commandpost van chimed in. "Tyrone Justiss. He's on probation from juvie hall."

Not for long, thought Josh.

"Do you have it or not?" A trace of impatience filtered into A.J.'s voice.

"Yes, sir." Tyrone received a nod from Randall and carried the nylon sports bag to the table. "Right here." The teenager unzipped the bag and pulled it open, displaying the shrink-wrapped blocks of pure meth with all the pizzazz of a game-show model.

Oh boy.

Josh chomped down on his anger and started counting off the seconds in his head until A.J. was clear and they could apprehend Pittmon. And the kid.

Didn't the teen know what he'd gotten himself into? "Looks good to me." A.J. had inspected the goods and closed the bag. He slung it over his shoulder. "Next time, don't keep me waiting."

"Next time, don't be so quick to make yourself at home in my backyard."

When Pittmon reached inside the front of his jacket, Josh's senses went on full alert. "Gun!"

The next few seconds unfolded with the heart-stopping clarity of a slowed motion picture snapping by, frame by frame.

Randall squeezed the trigger. A.J. twisted his shoulders, grunted with the impact of a bullet and sailed back into a stack of shipping crates. A spray of police bullets cut the old desk in two and chipped up concrete at Randall's feet.

As Josh charged, the kid pulled a Saturday-night special from his pocket. He pointed the revolver at A.J., then at Josh. Sweat popped out on the kid's forehead as panic swept across his face.

"Drop it." Josh approached the youth, their guns facing off like an old-fashioned showdown.

"Drop your weapons!" Lieutenant Cutler joined the swarm of officers surrounding Pittmon.

Seeing the wisdom of surrendering when he was outnumbered, Randall set his gun on the floor and raised his hands. In a matter of seconds, he was facedown on the concrete, wearing a set of handcuffs.

But the kid started to backpedal. "I ain't goin' back!"

"Drop the gun before somebody shoots you," warned Josh.

"You gonna shoot me?" he challenged, his eyes darting like a cornered animal's, his gun trained on Josh's chest.

"I'll shoot you first."

A TAC team officer, dressed in black from his cap to his bullet-proof vest to his boots, circled behind the kid.

(Continues...)



Excerpted from The Rookie by Julie Miller Copyright © 2003 by Julie Miller
Excerpted by permission. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.

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    Posted February 22, 2013

    Chapter 4

    Chapter 4 As five rogues shouldered their way through the forest branches, Willowfur thought she heard the faint sound of a starling. Ashblaze whipped around, eyes wide. "Whose there?" he called, his voice echoing. The small black cat crouched down. "I am. My name is Scourge, leader of BloodClan," he meowed. His voice was high-pitched and eerie, like splintering ice. Ashblaze opened his jaws to say something, but Scourge continued. "This is my mate, Willowfur." He pointed with his tail to a well-muscled tan she-cat with a white underbelly. Ashblaze listened, ears pricked. "And this is Bone," he mewed. A massive black-and-white tom with an orange collar studded with teeth, similar to Scourge's, emerged. A long scar ran between his eyes. "Darkheart and Brick are traveling with us," he meowed. Darkheart, a bluish-gray and white she-cat wrapped her tail around her paws. A thin russet she-cat with green eyes crouched down. It must've been Brick. "So, why have you come here, Scourge?" Ashblaze rasped. "A few moons ago," Scourge mewed, "Tigerstar, a forest cat, promised me territory in the forest." Scourge narrowed his ice-blue eyes. "But he didn't," he finished in his thin, icy voice. "And?" Ashblaze meowed, his eyes narrowing to slits. Scourge rose to his haunches. "BloodClan shall rule the forest and the Twolegplace. Since Tigerstar has broken his promise of territory, I shall claim it. You can fight us for it. But you shall lose." "You can't take over the forest!" Ashblaze protested. "We shall take it by force, then." Scourge's eyes were like shards of ice as he spoke. "My Clan has strong warriors!" "BloodClan has very strong warriors," Scourge rasped, his voice cold. "My Clan can outnumber you!" Ashblaze hissed. "There are many more rogues where we come from," Scourge snarled. "My cats multiply every moon if not less." With this, Scourge rose to his paws. "Scourge," Willowfur meowed, padding up to her mate's flank, "these cats have chosen to go against us. They don't know how foolish that is." Willowfur's voice was eerie and woven. "True," Scourge meowed, rasping a tongue over his single white paw. "They shall not succeed." As the rogues spoke these words, Ashblaze watched as they departed the forest. BloodClan would fight.

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    Apprentices's den. *Freestar*

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 1, 2003

    Another great Julie Miller book

    Officer Josh Taylor is undercover to expose a dangerous drug ring when he does the forbidden, he falls for his professor. Will he be exposed or will he catch the drug dealers and why is the professor now receiving threats? This was a great story. I had no clue until the author revealed who the bad guy was. I definitely recommend this story to romance readers.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 23, 2003

    Great Book

    This book was out of this world. I picked up the book because I had liked other HarleQuin book and had enjoyed them so I thought I would try this one. Boy I'm glad I picked it up! It is one of the best books I have ever read in my life. I told a few of my friends and now they want to read it! So I'm now ordering some for birthday gifts! This book is amazing so give it a try! It is really worth it! I'm a teen and my friends are teens that want the book. But this is a book for teens or adults!

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