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January Gets Her Gunn

January Farrell comes to Riverton, Arizona to follow her dream of working in law enforcement. Little does she guess her training officer will seriously ruffle her normal level-headed manner as well as stir her libido. He manages to press every hot button she has.

Raised a tomboy who tagged after her adored big brother, Jan can hold her own in the male-centered world of the squad room. She can even face the harsher aspects of her chosen career with aplomb, but can she tolerate Thad Gunn’s sly and hurtful quirks and resist the tug of lust long enough to get through probation?

Although a good cop, Thad Gunn carries some heavy baggage. He’s known as a tough but fair officer, and one who puts his rookies through the wringer.

When he is assigned to train January, all he can think of is making her quit. Somehow he must get her out of the line of fire, clear of the danger zone, sensing that it would kill him to lose her. He isn’t sure he knows what love is but he does know he desperately needs to keep her safe. When she won’t cooperate, what can he do?

Dealing with the day-to-day business of police work and finally tracking down a dangerous serial rapist, Jan and Thad, both individually and together, must confront a deluge of challenges before January gets her Gunn.

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Gwynn Morgan

Having grown up in Arizona, Gwynn Morgan (aka Gaye Walton) finds an endless source of inspiration in the exciting history, the diverse natural beauty and the rich and varied cultural heritage of the southwest. She discovered the twin wonders of reading and writing in early childhood and recognized immediately the truth seen by her Celtic ancestors a millennia or two earlier, that in words lay the most powerful and potent of magic! She gravitated naturally to writing, following in the footsteps of a father who wrote stories and articles about outdoor adventures and a mother who penned verse. After a career with the U.S. Government as a civilian employee of the U.S. Army and Air Force, she settled into a second career centering around writing. She lives in a rustic little house in Arizona's Cochise County, an area rich in history and legend. The house is crammed full of books and shared with her personal hero, a former Marine and cop who also writes, and their two canine 'kids', Butch and Sadie. She is mom to three and "Gramma Gaye" to eight grandchildren. When she's not writing, she can be found bird watching, star gazing, working on sewing and craft projects, picking up rocks, taking pictures of flowers, sunsets, birds and scenery, listening to folk/ethnic music, or reading a book--usually one by a fellow RWA/Outreach writer.


4 1/2 LIPS

"Ms. Morgan successfully describes the camaraderie of the officers who are a family of sorts. Thad has always been a loner who still cares about his rookies. It is a joy to see him find love again with a stubborn, long legged rookie who has the temerity to sass him. I enjoyed reading this book."

Alisha -- Two Lips Reviews

“…the premise of the story is really good and the action entertaining,…The ending is fast paced and exciting, definitely the icing on the cake.”

Lototy -- Coffee Time Romance

8 July 1982; 0240:

Six blocks from the jail, Gunn turned into an alley. In the middle of the block he drove up to the back door of what appeared to be a residence. "Tell Dispatch we'll be ten-ten at the Roost."

January obeyed, got out of the car and followed Gunn to the door.

When he knocked, a tall, middle aged African American woman wearing a bright Hawaiian muumuu answered the door.

"Good evening, Garnet. This is Officer Farrell. Farrell, Garnet Ledeux."

The woman looked January over thoroughly before she gave a gracious nod. "Good evening Thaddeus. My pleasure, Officer Farrell." She offered January her hand, her grip firm and business like. "Come in, come in, please. Mama Good baked a nice German chocolate cake today. Would you care for some, with your coffee?"

Garnet led them into a parlor-like room that looked straight out of the Gay Nineties, red velvet curtains and all.

"Cake sounds fine." Gunn glanced at January.

"Yes, thank you." January murmured her acceptance in a vague tone as she scanned the florid room. What kind of place is this? It looks like a cat house...but he wouldn't do a thing like that--would he?

"Sit down, please, I'll be right back." Garnet left the room.

"What kind of place is this, anyway?" January's knew her puzzlement showed in her tone and expression. She couldn't believe what she was seeing.

"I think you'll figure it out soon."

I don't like that smirk. Something is fishy. I feel like I'm being set up. Damn, what's this guy's problem?

A black waitress in a crisp uniform glided in with a laden tray. She placed cups and saucers in front of both Gunn and January and a third set opposite them, adding a plate with a generous slice of cake in front of each officer. She put a sugar bowl, creamer, and silverware on the table before filling all three cups from a large carafe, which she left on the table. "Enjoy." The waitress beamed at January before she left the room.

Garnet returned to sit across the table with the two cops. "Well, Officer Farrell, you're new to the Department, I believe."

"Yes ma'am, this is my first shift."

Garnet shot a sharp glance at Gunn before she turned back to January. "What is your first name, if I may ask?" Her smile glowed with warmth, somehow gentle.

"It's January, and no, I was not born in that month. My father just happened to like the name."

"How delightful. My people often name their children with fanciful or whimsical names. Everyone should have color in their lives, and what could be better than a colorful name? May I call you January?"

"Yes, of course."

"You're quite lovely, January, and your hair is a beautiful color. I'm surprised such an attractive young woman would choose police work as a career." Garnet continued to study her, a thoughtful frown creasing her brow.

"Thank you for the compliment. As for career, I have my reasons. I was in the Marines for six years as well. Again, with what I thought were good reasons."

"It was no compliment, my dear, but the simple truth." Garnet turned to Gunn. "Was the cake all right? Thaddeus, I know about your reputation as a gourmet." Garnet paused to chuckle. "You eat so fast, you couldn't possibly taste anything."

"Yes, Garnet, the cake was fine. Tell Mama Good she can bake cakes for me anytime." Gunn turned his ghoulish grin toward Garnet.

"You are a humbug, Thaddeus Gunn. Don't try your spooky business on me." Garnet frowned briefly at him, then turned back to January.

"January, the girls want to meet you, if you're through eating."

"I'm through. The cake really was delicious." Wait...girls? Geez, it really is!.

"Good." Garnet clapped her hands. Six young women trooped into the room. Five wore sheer night gowns and negligees, while one was in a scarlet strapless sequined mini-dress. All had on too much makeup, and a common hardness aged their youthful faces.

Hell, it is a whore house! What is Gunn up to? This is crazy. Cops don't take breaks in whore houses!