What is it about lesbian cops that push all the right buttons? Sure, there's the uniform with handcuffs, gun, and billy club, and the confidence, authority, and sense of danger. But there's something more that gives these uncompromising women their commanding, overwhelming sexuality. The top-flight fiction writers tapped by Lambda Award–winning editor Sacchi Green in Women with Handcuffs capture that irresistible force — and channel it into fiercely erotic stories. Delilah Devlin's cops play their "Only Game in Town" in a Southern city that's small without being small-minded. Elizabeth Coldwell's handcuffed stripper in "Torn Off a Strip" meets her match, while Lynn Mixon's witness protection marshal finds (and gives) a "Healing Hand." If you like your policewomen on the case and under the sheets, the hotly subversive stories in Women with Handcuffs are for you.
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I’d parked my car at the Stop ’n’ Go. It might be small-town Louisiana, but bandits still preferred the ease of a quickie robbery when they were low on cash. The store had been hit twice in the past six months, and the sheriff had promised a “presence” to the owner. So, in between calls, I parked in the hot sun at the edge of the parking lot, running my AC with the window open to ease the humidity inside the vehicle.
The whir of spokes catching the wind whizzed by my car. Little black shorts hugging a nicely rounded backside caught my attention.
Ramona halted at the edge of the curb next to the shop’s front door and eased off her helmet. Sweat stained the center of her back, and her hair lay in wet, tangled spikes around her head. She glanced my way and gave me a smile that set my heart beating faster, then entered the store.
I opened my car door, dumped the fresh cup of coffee I’d bought just a few minutes before and headed inside.
“Back so soon?” Dolores asked from her seat behind the counter.
I gave a quick glance around the aisles but didn’t find my quarry. “That cup went right through me,” I said, making my way to the restroom in the back.
Once the door swung shut behind me, I quietly locked it.
A toilet flushed. The stall door opened. Ramona stepped out and her eyes widened. “Didn’t hear you come in, Cath.”
“I won’t keep you long.”
She walked to the sink, soaped up and cleansed her hands, then used a paper towel to wipe the sweat from her face. “What is it you want?”
I leaned against the bathroom door and folded my arms over my chest. “You said we should take some time to know each other, but that’s never gonna happen if you’re avoiding me.”
She met my glance in the mirror. Challenge glittered in her golden brown eyes. “Is that what you think I’m doing? Why’d I come here when I could have chosen a dozen other businesses to stop in?”
I raised a brow. “Maybe because it’s public and you could say you weren’t avoiding me and get away with it?”
She grunted, her lips twisting. “Again, what is it you want?” This wasn’t going well. Again, I felt like I had two left feet.
“How about a yes or no?” I blurted. “Wanna go out?”
She gave a feminine grunt. “No.”
The disappointment cut, but I nodded, firmed my chin and began to turn.
“There’s not anywhere in public we can go together, Cath. The sheriff wouldn’t like it if we paraded a date. But I’d like you to come over for dinner.”
“Your place?” I said, forcing the words past a tightened throat.
“Yeah. Tonight.” She sauntered forward and tucked her fingers under the sharp edges of my buttoned collar. Her hand twisted, cinching it around my throat and pulling me down.
I’d kissed women before. Even kissed a few men. This was hotter than any of thoseeven with two layers of Kevlar between our chests.
Her mouth smoothed over mine, then suctioned. Her lips were thick and juicy, her tongue rimming me. I waited, not charging in, and was rewarded when her tongue pushed against mine. Just a touch, and then it was gone. I tasted mint. She had to taste the coffee I’d guzzled all day.
She leaned back, her mouth open and air gusting as she licked her lips. “Tonight.”
She strode past me. I heard the snick of the lock as she opened it. The door whooshed closed.
Table of Contents
Hollis -Jove Belle
Only Game in Town -Delilah Devlin
Dress Uniform -Teresa Noelle Roberts
A Cop's Wife -Evan Mora
Charity and Splendor -Andrea Dale
Chapel Street Blue -R.V.Raiment
Cop At My Door -R.G. Emanuelle
Torn Off A Strip -Elizabeth Coldwell
Officer Birch -J.N. Gallagher
Raven Brings the Light -Kenzie Mathews
Healing Hands -Lynn Mixon
Undercover -Ily Goyanes
Riding the Rails -Sacchi Green
Blazing June -J.L. Merrow
A Prayer Before Bed -Annabeth Leong
How Does your Garden Grow? -Cheyenne Blue
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You have the right to be entertained! What a fantastic set of stories- you will be astounded. Some are just wicked good and sexy fun and others are deeply moving and really get at the stuff of life. I think Sacchi Green is a genus!
I've loved cop shows for years, but I've rarely seen lesbians portrayed in episodes. It's such an underused character! So of course, my lesbian fantasies intensified when I saw this book. My fantasies were realized in each and every one of the stories, but I specifically liked "Healing Hand" and "A Cop's Wife." I think both are quite realistic, and they turned me on so much. Great read!
As a queer lady with a major thing for cops, this collection was a dream come true! Can there be a sequel?