Cop On Loan (Larger Print Harlequin Super Romance: Count on a Cop) [LARGE PRINT] (Mass Market Paperback)

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Playing bodyguard to a vigilante librarian—excuse me, library technician—is not the career move Tony DeMonte had in mind when he came to this town. On temporary loan, the big-city cop figured he'd take it easy, maybe watch the grass grow.

Not with Jasmine Storm colliding into danger every other day. Getting mixed up with a failed drug bust is just the beginning. Now she claims there's an intruder in her house. Which leaves Tony no choice but to…move in. Jasmine and her cat get the protection they need, and Tony and his dog get a roof over their heads.

But he can't stay forever—despite one attractive library technician's attempts to make him see that a solitary life is a lonely life.…

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"I hope no one minds us parking here."

Dorothy Murdock glanced at Jasmine Storm, her less than enthusiastic passenger, before pulling her car behind a wooden garage in a dark alley half a block from the public library. A door slammed on the opposite side of the alley just after she turned off the ignition. Footsteps sounded on wooden steps, and then a few seconds later it was quiet.

"I'm sure someone will investigate if they have a problem," Jasmine said. Then maybe Dorothy would give up her quest and go home. "You know it's very possible that nothing will happen tonight."

"I have nothing better to do."

Jasmine sent her boss a disbelieving look. "You have about five hundred projects going."

"I want to find out how the library is getting unlocked, who is doing it and why."

"I still think the chances of the person who's responsible coming by tonight are slim." Jasmine frowned over at Dorothy. "You don't plan on doing this every night, do you?"

"Of course not."

Jasmine wasn't certain she believed her. Dorothy might be a librarian by trade and have put more than thirty years into the profession, but she was an adventurer at heart. Jasmine was not. She was careful. She saved her money, invested in retirement, looked both ways before she crossed the street. She was neither a mystery solver nor a risk taker.

But she was tonight. She couldn't let a sixty-year-old woman do surveillance by herself in a dark alley—not that anything was going to happen.

Dorothy pulled a package of chocolate-chip cookies from her tote bag and offered a cookie to Jasmine, who shook her head. The car was getting stuffy, and after a brief discussion they decided to crack open the windows and avoid conversation.

For the next hour Dorothy sipped bottled water and Jasmine stared out the window at the dark library, trying to remember the last time she'd been so bored, and occasionally reminding herself that it was no one's fault but her own that she was there watching Dorothy's back. Dorothy would have happily conducted her stakeout alone.

At eleven-thirty, Jasmine started to nod off in spite of her efforts to the contrary, when Dorothy gasped. Jasmine sat upright and squinted into the darkness, her heart beating faster.

"Over there…by the shrubbery…something moved."

"Probably a big dog," Jasmine whispered, rolling her sore shoulders. But then she saw it, too, and froze. A dark form, definitely human, slipping through the shadows toward the library. Her breath caught, not out of fear of the person, but out of fear of what Dorothy might do next. The little woman was practically quivering with anticipation. Jasmine got ready to tackle her if she had to in order to keep her from exiting the car and defending her library.

The person moved closer to one of the library doors and Dorothy sat up straighter, craning her neck to see. The form stilled, and then it turned and darted back the way it'd come, around the corner of the building, out of sight.

Dorothy reached for the door handle.

"Don't even think about it," Jasmine ordered.

"But I recognized—" Dorothy abruptly stopped speaking and her eyes grew round as she stared over Jasmine's shoulder.

Mystified, Jasmine followed Dorothy's gaze and then her heart hit her ribs as she found herself staring down the business end of a very, very big gun.

"Police," the man said in a low voice. "Don't move."

Tony DeMonte was tired and he was pissed— more for his partner than for himself. Yates had spent weeks trying to put together a bust—his first—and now some vigilante neighbor had blown it sky-high by calling to tell Dispatch that if the police didn't do something about the drug house, then he and his buddies were going to. Tonight. And they were going to start with the car parked in the alley, waiting to buy.

Tony understood people wanting to clean up their neighborhoods, but it would have been a damn sight more effective if Yates had been able to work on his own time frame. And now, since the house had been amazingly devoid of anything drug related, it appeared as though the dealer had been spooked by the car that had been sitting in the alley for so long.

Which left the question, what in the hell had these women been doing parked behind a suspected drug dealer's house for several hours?

Yates motioned for the driver, a woman about sixty, to step to the other side of the unmarked patrol car, leaving the passenger to Tony.

"Do you have some identification?" he asked the woman.

"In my wallet."

"Go ahead and get that out."

Her hand was shaking as she removed her driver's license and then handed it out to him.

Oh, well. If you choose to hang out in alleys, you need to be prepared for the consequences.

He compared the ID with the woman standing in front of him. Straight brown hair, brown eyes. Her height and weight matched the description. She actually looked better in the photo than she did in person, but he attributed that to rampant anxiety and bad lighting in the alley.

"Is this your real name?"

"Excuse me?" The question seemed to startle her.

"Jasmine Storm. Is it your real name?"

"Of course it's my real name. Why wouldn't it be?"

"It sounds like a stripper name."

Her eyes widened and Tony sensed that he may have offended her.

"It's my real name."

"It's a nice one. Why are you here?"

She drew herself up. "I'm a library technician—"

"You're a librarian?" Oh, man.

"Library technician. It's different. The library is right there."

"I know where the library is."

"We were here to find out how the basement door gets unlocked."

She spoke grudgingly, as if not wanting to admit to such a ridiculous activity, and Tony started counting the painful throbs now beating in his temple.

"The door's locked when we leave at night, but in the morning it's unlocked."

There was a silence and he realized the story was over. He rubbed hand across his face. "That's maybe the stupidest thing I've heard all day."

"It's the truth," she snapped.

"Doesn't make it any less stupid."

Jasmine Storm glared at him. "Are you a real police officer?"

"No," he said blandly, "these guys let me hang out with them if I promise to buy the beer after their shift."

"I want to see a badge."

He picked up the shield attached to the chain around his neck, held it out for her to see, then dropped it again.

"I didn't get the number."

"Would it make a difference?"

"It will when I report you."

Ah, so the librarian was going to play hardball— or try to. Good luck.

"The name is Anthony DeMonte. There's only one of me on the force, so no one should have a problem figuring out who you're reporting." And he didn't really care if she did, because he was an official short-timer. Seven weeks.

"They're probably used to it."

He shifted gears. "Were you aware that the house you parked behind is a possible drug locale?"

"I'm aware now."

She would have to be pretty dense not to be, since the bust of a bust had occurred within seconds of Yates's identifying himself and keeping her and the older lady contained while the rest of the team swarmed the place. If the raid itself hadn't tipped her off, then Yates forgetting himself and cursing about the absence of drugs should have clinched the matter.

"How about before?"

"Why would I be… I mean, this house is only four doors down from the library. I never dreamed…"

Most people in nicer, quiet neighborhoods didn't.

"You didn't find anything, though, did you?"

That's it, honey. Touch the sore spot. He glanced over at the house. "I can't say." Translation: Not even a pipe.

Still, Yates was positive that Robert Davenport, the man who owned the house they had just raided, as well as several others in the neighborhood, was knee-deep in the drug trade. If that was true, then it was only a matter of time before things were in operation again. And then maybe Yates would have some vindication. Tony hoped so.

"Stay here." He walked over to Yates, who'd just given the other woman permission to inspect the library door.

"Librarians?"

Yates nodded. "Apparently, they've been having some trouble with someone breaking into the library, and decided to sit in the alley and see what happened."

"Same story I got."

"I know that one." Yates pointed at the older lady. "Her name's Dorothy Murdock. She did story hour when I was a kid."

Vigilante citizens and vigilante librarians. What next? Tony muttered an impolite word.

"Guess we can turn them loose."

"Guess so."

He walked back to where Jasmine Storm waited, and Yates headed back to Dorothy Murdock.

"Take my advice and stay out of alleys. Get a surveillance camera if you want to watch the doors," Tony said.

"We can go?"

"Yes."

She glanced past him to the back of the library, where Dorothy Murdock was now inspecting the lock with a flashlight, Yates by her side, and then focused on Tony once again.

"Your treatment of me tonight was less than professional, you know."

Tony's eyebrows went up in surprise. "You're critiquing my performance?"

"Yes, I am," she said, straightening her shoulders. "Is it standard procedure to tell people they're stupid and they have stripper names?"

"I didn't mean to offend you," he said in his cop voice. "Please accept my apologies."

She pulled open the car door without answering, so he tried one more time. "Lady, I'm tired."

"So am I, and I haven't been rude to you."

"Tell you what. I'll give you one free shot to make up for it. Go ahead. Be rude to me. You'll feel better."

Jasmine suddenly narrowed her eyes, as though she'd solved a problem that had been niggling at her. "I know you."

Tony frowned. "No, you—"

"I've seen you at the little market. More than once."

Tony studied her, shook his head. He did shop at a little market, and maybe she had seen him there… but he couldn't recall her.

As her expression changed, he realized that a smart man probably didn't admit to things like that, even silently.

"I'll say hello next time," she said with a little sneer, and then she got in the car.

He tried to think of something to s...

Product Details

• Mass Market Paperback: 320 pages
• Publisher: Harlequin; Lgr edition (October 14, 2008)
• Language: English
• ISBN-10: 0373782659
• ISBN-13: 978-0373782659
• Product Dimensions: 6.5 x 4.2 x 1.4 inches
• Shipping Weight: 6.4 ounces (View shipping rates and policies)
• Average Customer Review: 5.0 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (3 customer reviews)
• Amazon.com Sales Rank: #2,820,804 in Books (See Bestsellers in Books)

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5.0 out of 5 stars Cop on Loan, October 22, 2008

By	Robert (Honolulu, HI USA) - See all my reviews

This review is from: Cop On Loan (Harlequin Superromance) (Mass Market Paperback)

This is a nice light mystery-romance and it would fit well on film or television, with the right actors, of course. As usual, Jeannie has just the right dialogue, and in Cop on Loan, she spiced up the story with a couple of pets with original names. I liked Genghis Khat, who belonged to Jasmine, the main female character. Originality at play here. And equally so in her selection of a moniker to describe the Great Dane owned by Tony, the male lead. How's Muttzilla for a mountain of a dog?

In her choice of characters, Jeannie uses the "opposites attract" equation. Jasmine Storm is an attractive librarian in a small town in Washington state. Tony DeMonte is a jaded big-city cop from Seattle on loan to the local police department. Jasmine is the nice, neat personification of the stereotypical Miriam the Librarian whereas Tony is a scruffy Italian guy with curly black hair.

The two protagonists meet in a back alley behind the library one night as Jasmine and her boss sit in a car in an attempt to find out who has been breaking into the library. Tony and his partner are in the same alley on a stake-out to nab some drug dealers. The detectives mistake Jasmine and her boss for the dealers and confront them with guns drawn. The two are off to a rocky start.

Things don't improve much when we learn that Jasmine has her own mystery to contend with. Someone has been entering her home for mysterious reasons and in the process releasing Genghis Khat. Jasmine becomes frightened and speaks to Tony about it. He's your classic disbelieving cop, however, and doubts her story. But since he is about to be ejected from his own lodgings, he sees an opportunity to kill two birds with one stone, rent Jasmine's basement and alleviate her fears over her mysterious visitor.

Okay, no more from me. You'll need to buy the book and read it for the unexpected resolution of both mysteries. You'll be surprised at Jeannie's original ending, not only her revelation of the identity(ies) of the culprit(s), but perhaps of more importance to readers of romances, the equally novel surprise ending to Jasmine's and Tony's love story.

5.0 out of 5 stars A great read..., December 1, 2008

By	Carol M. Hutchens (Asheboro, NC United States) - See all my reviews (REAL NAME)

This review is from: Cop On Loan (Harlequin Superromance) (Mass Market Paperback)

Ms. Watts takes two wounded characters and leads them through a healing process that makes this a very enjoyable read. Love the dog, the cat and the cast of secondary characters.

A real winner, Ms. Watts.

5.0 out of 5 stars fun police procedural romance, October 11, 2008

By	Harriet Klausner - See all my reviews (#1 REVIEWER)    (REAL NAME)

This review is from: Cop On Loan (Harlequin Superromance) (Mass Market Paperback)

Someone keeps unlocking the library every night so chief librarian sexagenarian Dorothy Murdock decides on a stakeout to catch the perpetrator. Library technician Jasmine Storm fails to persuade Dorothy to drop the surveillance so she accompanies her to try to keep her boss safe.

However neither library employee is prepared for what happens on their one night vigilance. They end up in the middle of a police operation to find proof that a home across from the library is a drug house. On loan from the big city, police detective Anthony DeMonte is furious especially with all the work his partner Yates did to pull off the maneuver ending with yelling at two librarians not to move; the bust was a bust. However, when strange things occur near Jasmine's home, Anthony moves into her basement to keep her safe.

COP ON LOAN is a fun police procedural romance starring two warriors who start off wrong when he informs her that her name denotes stripper. Their relationship can only go up from there it would seem, but not with this pairing as she believes you can't count on this cop. Readers will enjoy the gender battle between Jasmine and Anthony with a strong investigative subplot and solid secondary characters augmenting the wonderful romance.

Harriet Klausner