Book 3 of the Brothers in Blue Series...
BROTHERS IN BLUE: MATT
The Brothers in Blue Series, book #3
Jeanne St. James
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance
Meet the men of
Manning Grove, three small-town cops and brothers, who meet the women who will
change the rest of their lives. This is Matt’s story…
As a former Marine, Matt Bryson has dealt
with PTSD ever since coming home from the Middle East. He finds himself
fortunate to be able to return to his job as a cop at the local police department
with his brothers Max and Marc.
Dr. Carly Stephens works hard as an
obstetrician at the local hospital, struggling to pay off her medical school
loans, financially support her elderly parents, and save money to adopt a baby.
Unable to have children, she still longs for one of her very own.
Instantly attracted to the Dictator
Doctor, Matt finds Carly easily brings him to his knees both emotionally and
physically. What starts out only as a convenient sexual relationship turns into
a whole lot more when dealing with their pasts and their future. Especially
since Matt doesn’t ever want children.
Matt and Carly find themselves on a
passionate and emotional journey that can either bring them together or rip
them apart.
Note:
This book can be read as a stand-alone and has an HEA ending. Due to the
sensual and explicit sexual nature of the story, it is intended only for
readers 18+. Trigger warning: this book includes a main character who is
dealing with PTSD.
Chapter One
“That son-of-a-bitch! This is all his fault!”
As the gurney
slammed through the emergency room doors, Officer Matt Bryson glanced down at
the pissed off woman laid out flat on the wheeled stretcher. He walked
double-time alongside, trying to keep up. If he didn’t, he feared he’d be
dragged down the hallway against his will like a bobber bouncing behind a
trolling boat.
She squeezed his
hand even harder. Matt’s fingers had already lost their feeling and the tips now
turned purple.
“What’s wrong with
him? Why would he do this to me?”
If he thought she
couldn’t possibly tighten her grip on his abused hand any more, he was dead wrong.
“Fuck. That hurts!” she screamed.
Matt didn’t dare
tell his sister-in-law how much his hand hurt too. He guaranteed his pain didn’t
compare to what she was going through. And he also wanted to keep his manhood.
“Matt, you have to
arrest him for doing this to me!”
She must be in a
true delirious state if she thought that would ever happen. As if he’d arrest
his own brother who was also the chief of police. And his boss. Yeah, right.
Amanda’s face
contorted again as they wheeled her down the hall, bypassing the ER check-in.
He had already called ahead and, as a law enforcement official, no one blinked
an eye on him skipping that step.
“Amanda, it’s
already done and you now have to deal with it.”
“Noooo. No, I
don’t!” Her hysterical voice pierced his ears, as well as the hospital
worker’s, who winced as he pushed the gurney.
You’d think the guy would be used to
unreasonable pregnant women.
Amanda put a hand
to her face and groaned. “He will never touch me again!”
Matt doubted that.
But he kept his mouth shut. He wasn’t stupid.
When they reached
the elevators, the guy in the green medical scrubs pushed the up button. Matt
silently begged the elevator to hurry.
“If he does this
to me again… If he even touches me again, I will kill him!”
The hospital
employee turned ashen and eyed the Glock holstered on Matt’s duty belt with unmistakable
concern. Matt frowned and turned his hip away from the crazy woman on the bed.
Just in case.
“Where is he? I’ll
just kill him now! Oooow!”
The ding of the
elevator made Matt glance toward the ceiling and mouth a silent “thank you.” On
the way up to the third floor, he reminded her, “I think this is also partly
your fault, you know.”
With beaded sweat
dotting Amanda’s forehead, she shot him a glare.
“Well, it is.” The
huge belly that looked like Mt. Everest was obvious proof. “Do I have to
explain the bird and the bees? I’m pretty sure you knew what you were getting
into when you slept with your
husband.”
Amanda’s growl
morphed into a howl of pain as another contraction hit her.
The elevator
stopped and the doors swooshed open onto the maternity floor.
“Okay, we’re here.
Max should be showing up any minute now,” he consoled her, trying to pull his
hand away. He wasn’t successful. Somewhere along the way, she had turned into
Superwoman.
Amanda flushed
face suddenly paled. “You won't leave me, will you?”
Yes. Matt sighed. Fuck.
No. He couldn’t
desert her. Even though he really didn’t want any part of the birth of his
nephew. Or niece. Did they even find out the sex yet? He hadn’t asked and
really didn’t care.
“Where’s Max?” she
wailed loudly.
Matt wished he
knew. If Amanda didn’t kill her husband, he would. Pigs would fly before he’d
step in to help her with the birth. He had his limits.
He’d go back to
the sandbox first.
“All right, we
need to go,” the nurse, or whatever he was, said.
“No! You need to
come with me, Matt.”
Oh shit no.
“I can’t do this
alone!”
Matt glanced down at
Amanda’s practically purple face and scowled. He couldn’t even begin to explain
to this woman why-in-the-hell he refused to go in there. First of all, he
didn’t want to see his sister-in-law in that position. Nor did he want to see that area stretched to the impossible.
The image in his
head made him shudder. He didn’t even know if he’d want to watch the birth of his
own kid. Though that would never happen since he wasn’t having kids. Ever.
Plus, he’d seen
enough blood and gross shit in his extended stint in the Marines. And he knew what
happened in childbirth. He witnessed it while in the Middle East and not by
choice.
No thanks.
A frazzled Max
rushed down the hall with his shirt buttoned crookedly and his belt clearly
missing some of the loops. But, damn it, the man had arrived.
And for that Matt
sighed in relief.
“I’m here! I’m
here!”
“About time,” Matt
told him, dryly.
“I had to change
out of uniform,” he answered before glancing down at his wife. He did a double
take. “Holy shit. Are you okay?”
“Fuck no, you rat
bastard!” she snarled, finally releasing Matt’s hand. “I feel like I’m about to
be split open and my cooch will never be the same again. I just want to let you
know that. This will ruin my tight—”
Max quickly slapped
a hand over his wife’s mouth and gave a look of apology to the hospital staff
within ear distance. Matt stepped back out of reach, rubbing the circulation
back into his fingers.
He considered his
brother extremely brave to put his hand anywhere near her mouth. At this point
Amanda may bite off a digit.
Max cheeks
appeared red. Surprised, Matt didn’t think anything could make his brother
blush.
He turned away to
hide his snicker. Most of the people who knew Amanda weren’t surprised at
anything that came out of her mouth. It should be nothing new to her husband.
His brother was on
his own now. He could deal with his wife, who appeared as pissed off as a
cornered porcupine.
A tall blonde
rushed up, wearing a long white lab coat. Most likely a doctor. “Why is she
still out here? Get her in the delivery room STAT before we have a new Bryson
baby in the hallway,” she commanded, the staff snapping to attention like she
was a Master Sergeant.
Matt backed up a
step, cocking an eyebrow at her I’m-in-charge
stance.
Shit.
The woman was all
legs and attitude.
“Well?” she asked
without patience. Then, following a flurry of activity, the hallway became
empty and quiet.
Matt blew out a
breath and leaned against the nearest wall. He had a fucking hard-on.
Just like that.
Fuck.
He pushed himself
off of the wall and straightened, yanking his duty belt up over his hips as the
rest of the family rushed down the hall like a herd of buffalo.
“Are we too late?”
his mother asked, excitement in her eyes.
There should be.
She had harassed her three sons for years about getting hitched as well as
bugged them for grandchildren. Now, she was finally getting one.
Well, as long as
Amanda cooperated. Because if anyone could call off a pregnancy at nine months
and counting, it would be her. Matt shook his head and laughed to himself. The
woman sure was obstinate, and Max had his hands full with her. Though, he
suspected his brother loved every minute of it. Self-masochist bastard.
Matt’s father,
Ron, stepped up next to him and whacked him on the back. “Good job for getting
her here on time, son.”
Matt nodded at his
father, but answered his mother. “No, Ma. You’re not too late. How can you be
too late for a birth anyway? Once the kid is born, you’re stuck with it
forever. That’s how it works, remember?”
“Yeah, Ma, you’re
stuck with Matt forever,” his brother Marc said. “Like it or not.”
Mary Ann Bryson
frowned at her middle son. “I’m not stuck
with any of you. I brought you into this world and I can take you back out.”
Her husband
laughed. “That’s right, honey, you tell them.”
“Damn, Ma, that’s
a bit harsh,” Marc said, frowning.
“Where’s Leah?”
Matt asked his brother.
“Sleeping. She has
to work daylight shift tomorrow with you.”
Matt nodded. His
future sister-in-law, the newest member of the force, proved herself a good cop
and could back him up anytime. In fact, he wouldn’t have minded her being by
his side in combat. She was tough and she sure kept Marc in line.
His middle brother
was a lucky man. Unlike Max, who was probably getting his ass ripped up one
side and down the other right now.
Fuck that.
“Well, now that
most of the Bryson army is here, I’m going back on patrol.” He stepped over to
the nearest elevator and pushed the down button.
“Don’t you want to
see your niece after she’s born?” his mother asked.
“Nope.”
And with that, the
elevator doors swooshed open and he jetted.
JEANNE ST. JAMES is an erotic
romance author who loves an Alpha male (or two). She was only 13 when she started writing since it gave her an escape from teenage
angst! Her first paid published piece was an erotic story in Playgirl magazine.
Her first erotic romance novel, Banged Up,
was published in 2009. She is happily owned by farting French bulldogs. She
writes M/F, M/M, and M/M/F ménages.
She has a few new releases coming up
in 2017. So keep an eye on her website at www.jeannestjames.com or sign up for
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