Stilettos & Sniper Rifles

 

I’ve been a Maricopa County Sheriff’s deputy for four years. Most folks don’t have a clue about what a cop deals with every day. Like a pack of attack chihuahuas, a monkey with a bad case of diarrhea, a hungry python, a Brahma bull named Bodacious and a six-foot iguana.

 

And that is just the critters. Now let me tell you about the two-legged varmints. Such as a three-hundred-pound biker who got a bit irate when I zapped him with a stun gun, or a murderous nun, and let’s not forget the senior citizens having an orgy. Ugh.

 My personal life isn’t much better.  Off duty I’m a ballroom dancer which everyone makes fun of.  I love competitive dancing; I get to meet a lot of people who aren’t trying to kill me. Ok, there was one incident, but hey, shit happens. At a dance competition Detective Sergeant Dante Delgado waltzed into my life. My girly parts yelled yee-haw, he’s the one. Now, if I can only get him to do the tango with me.

Law enforcement isn’t for the fainthearted. Are you brave enough to enter my world? 

 

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Out of the corner of my eye I caught a flash of movement and I instinctively spun to face the threat. My jaw dropped. Zorro stood there. I examined him from the top of his black hat to his knee-high boots. He was a couple of inches taller than me, and his muscular body rivaled my dad’s.  “Nice costume.”

He bowed elegantly. “Thank you, my lady.”

His low, gravelly voice sent goosebumps over my body. Lordy, I could listen to him all night. His dance partner was one lucky girl. “What dance are you doing tonight?”                

His white teeth flashed in the darkness. “A routine I created and you?”

“Something that has never been done before.”

Zorro stepped closer and I caught the tantalizing scent of sandalwood. “I can’t wait to see you dance.” His gaze focused on something behind me.

I let my police demeanor take over and turned to face my opponent.  

“What are you wearing?” Ichabod demanded.

I could have asked him the same question. His gaudy, red-sequined tux had flared legs, and he was wearing men’s high heels. “The pants hide my knee brace and I thought we could do something different tonight.”

“We will stick to our routine.” Ichabod snapped and stormed off.

I chuckled. Boy, was he in for a surprise.

“He needs to learn how to treat a lady,” Zorro said.

“Don’t worry. His time is coming.” I smiled at Zorro.  “Good luck, and I love the cape.”

He held out a gloved hand. “I’m Dante.”

“Gemma.” I took his hand.

Gazing into my eyes, Dante raised my fingers to his lips and pressed a sensual kiss on my scraped knuckles. My skin heated, and my girly parts yelled Yee-haw. “We will meet again.” With a swirl of his cape, he followed Ichabod into the ballroom.

 

about Gail Koger...

I was a 9-1-1 dispatcher for the Glendale Police Department and to keep from going totally bonkers – I mean people have no idea what a real emergency is. Take this for example: I answered, “9-1-1 emergency, what’s your emergency?” And this hysterical woman yelled, “My bird is in a tree.” Sometimes I really couldn’t help myself, so I said, “Birds have a tendency to do that, ma’am.” The woman screeched, “No! You don’t understand. My pet parakeet is in the tree. I’ve just got to get him down.” Like I said, not a clue. “I’m sorry ma’am but we don’t get birds out of trees.” The woman then cried, “But… What about my husband? He’s up there, too.” See what I had to deal with? To keep from hitting myself repeatedly in the head with my phone I took up writing.

 

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