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The Color of Dreams

By: K.G. Stutts
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Detective Julie Carter has dreams she can't shake. When the dreams start coming true, and her husband is murdered, Julie begins to work with the man who broke her heart years ago.

Secrets unravel, love is tested and hearts mend. But who killed Aiden? The answer shakes the foundation of the precinct.

Chapter One

This is a dream. It has to be. For one thing, nothing in the house has color. Why am I seeing in black and gray?

That’s right. Because it’s a dream, I remind myself.

This feels eerily familiar to me. I wander the house, which is oddly quiet. Normally, Mira has music playing as she sleeps. I peek in on my sleeping daughter. There is no obnoxious music playing, but Mira is sleeping soundly. Her shoulder-length red hair frames her pretty, soft face. I can’t help but smile at her. Slowly, I back out of her room noiselessly.

At this time of night, Aiden is normally working in his study. I feel like I’m moving in slow motion as I walk down the stairs into his office. There Aiden sits in front of his computer, but he’s just staring at the monitor. I call to my husband, who remains motionless.

“Aiden, everything okay?” I ask, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Aiden gives me no sign that he’s heard me. He’s wearing a blank expression on his face. I glance back at the computer monitor, seeing a blank Word document. That’s strange. He’s been working on his book for a while now. I thought he was just about finished. I call his name again and shake him. Still, Aiden doesn’t move. He doesn’t slump when I let go of him. Something feels like it’s frozen his body in place. I wave my hands in front of my husband’s face, but he doesn’t even blink. Forcibly, I turn his computer chair around. Aiden is still staring off into space.

I can’t shake the feeling of dread as I leave the study and walk into the living room. As I stand in the center of our living room, my eyes scan every inch of it. Something feels off, but I can’t see anything out of the ordinary. The TV turns on by itself. Strange, nothing but static. I walk over and turn off the TV.

When I turn around, I see Aiden slumped down in his recliner. Blood is pouring out of his chest from multiple stab wounds. One of my kitchen knives is sticking out of his chest. I run over and call his name, not surprised when I get no response. I check his blood-splattered throat for a pulse, but there isn’t one.

“Oh, no. Aiden, no,” I cry.

Aiden’s dead! Everything around me is covered in his blood, which is the only color I can see. Red blood is dripping down the recliner. It’s all over the walls and the floor, pooling under me. I scream.

I wake up with a gasp and look around. Aiden is sleeping peacefully beside me.

Oh, thank God it was another dream. My heart slowly returns to a normal rhythm as I brush some of Aiden’s light brown hair off of his forehead. My husband sleeps soundlessly, completely unaware of the drama that had played out in my head mere moments before. I gaze down at him, thankful that he’s still slumbering. His classically handsome features rest comfortably against the pillow. Aiden stretches in his sleep, his muscles rippling under his white nightshirt. Once he settles back down, I lay my head on his chest, just to confirm the sound of his heart beating.

It was only a dream, I remind myself again.

It is the fifth night in a row that I’ve had that same exact dream. I wish I knew why. I had told Aiden about the dream after the first night, which naturally upset him. Since then, I have kept my mouth shut.

As far as I could remember, most of my dreams typically are in black and gray, except for one color which always changes. I even started to keep a dream journal a few years ago to make sense of it in my head. I wish I could push the nagging feeling away. It was just a dream...wasn’t it?

Carefully, I push back the covers and tiptoe into the bathroom. The alarm is getting ready to go off, but I don’t want to rob Aiden of those last precious minutes. After my shower, I put my long, red hair into my trademark braid and brush my teeth.

“I never understood why you brush your teeth before your morning cup of coffee, Julie,” Aiden tells me as he enters the bathroom.

“Habit, maybe? Sometimes I don’t get my morning coffee,” I point out as I wash my face.

Aiden watches me for a few moments as I dry my face and apply enough makeup to cover my freckles. After a little lip gloss and eye shadow, I’m ready for the day.

“You really don’t need makeup. You’re gorgeous without it. I’ve been telling you that for years,” Aiden says before planting a kiss on my shoulder.

“Makes me feel a little better. I hate my fair skin.”

“I think that the fair skin comes complete with the red hair and green eyes that you love so much,” Aiden comments as he twirls the end of my braid with his fingers.

“You have a good point there.” I toss him a smile.

“I made sure I set the timer on the coffee pot this morning. I know how crabby you can get without it,” Aiden teasingly says.

“Crabby?” I look at him crossly.

“Cranky? Out of sorts?” Aiden backtracks, clearly sensing my mood.

“Hmph.” I button my white cotton shirt.

“Julie, are you okay? You didn’t seem to sleep well.” Aiden watches me carefully as I sit down on the bed.

“How do you mean?” I pause as I lace up my boots.

“You were tossing and turning most of the night. Is everything okay?”

“Bad dream.”

“Anything you want to talk about?” He wraps around my waist from behind, resting his head on my shoulder.

And tell you that I had another dream about your death? I shake my head.

“Scene of the crime stuff,” I say dismissively, which isn’t exactly a lie.

Aiden nods. “This is why I’m glad I got out when I could.”

At one point in time, Aiden and I were both police detectives. I was in narcotics and Aiden was assigned murder investigations. After a few years, he couldn’t deal with it anymore. He told me once there was a limit to how many dead bodies he could handle. For a long time, nightmares plagued him. Thankfully, he had taken my advice and switched departments. He is still on the force, but now he logs evidence. He seems much happier now. At the suggestion of a therapist, he’s been working on a book, detailing some of his past cases. He’s been working on it for months now. Aiden hasn’t let me read any of it, but his publisher has been thrilled.

I am the exact opposite. I love working in the field and am working hard to try to clean up the streets of Chicago. After I had Mira, I moved from narcotics to a newly formed sex crime division. I don’t want what I have witnessed to happen to my daughter. Being behind a desk doesn’t appeal to me at all. Aiden knows this, but still tries to guilt me into a desk job.

“I still think you should talk to Captain Peirce about switching to a different department,” Aiden says.

“Stop,” I mutter.

“I know Mira wishes you were around more,” Aiden softly says.

“Don’t start,” I warn.

“I’m just saying that you should think about our daughter. If anything were to happen to you--”

I cut him off. “I work to protect our daughter.”

“I know.” Aiden lowers his head slightly. “Sometimes I wish we would move out of Chicago.”

My look of surprise must have been clear across my face for Aiden to sigh and give my hand a squeeze.

“I just worry that something is going to happen to you or Mira. This is a dangerous city, Julie.”

“I’m well aware, Aiden. But this has always been home. I’m Chicago-made. I’ve always loved the city and wanted to raise my child here.”

“I know.” Aiden gives my hand another squeeze.

“I know it’s hard for a farm boy from Oklahoma to understand,” I tease.

“It is,” Aiden agrees. “And I don’t find fault in your logic. Sometimes I just miss the simpler life.”

“I don’t know if I could handle a simple life.”

Aiden grins. “I can’t imagine you slowing down. Maybe that’s why you won’t take me up on a desk offer. I really wish you would, though. Mira would be ecstatic.”

I can tell by his gentle tone that the subject will keep coming up, but I don’t have the patience for it. I’m getting sick of the conversation and whenever Aiden feels like he’s losing the argument, he uses Mira to help prove his point. It is also something that’s getting old.

“A desk is for those without any gas left in the tank. You may have emptied, but I’m still on full,” I curtly say.

Aiden hears the sharpness in my voice and stops. He gives me an apologetic smile before getting in the shower. I walk into the kitchen to the wonderful aroma of coffee brewing. I pour myself a fresh cup and begin to cook breakfast.

“Mira! Breakfast is ready!” I call up the stairs, but don’t get a response.

I sigh. She can’t hear me over the music. I walk up the stairs and bang on her door.

“Mira, breakfast!” I loudly say.

“Be right down!” Mira hollers over the noise.

My ten-year-old and her music. I don’t think she can function without it. I smile as I shake my head, heading back down the stairs and pour milk into my coffee. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a trail of curly red hair streak down the stairs.

“Curly today?” I ask, tugging on a lock of hair.

“I like it,” Mira cheerfully says.

She has been begging me to let her do different things with her hair. She hasn’t come out and said it, but I think it bothers her that she’s the only redhead in her class. Although I told her that she couldn’t dye her hair, I have let her experiment with different hair styles. Her hair is too thick for the curls and is already starting to frizz up.

Maybe we’ll go to a salon this weekend and get a makeover, I think.

“Eat up. You have a big day ahead,” I encourage, placing a plate of blueberry pancakes and bacon in front of her.

“You are awesome, Momma!” Mira beams, her blue eyes dancing as she pours her syrup.

Aiden comes down the stairs a few minutes later, giving me a gentle kiss on the cheek before pouring a cup of coffee. Today, my husband is wearing his favorite denim button up shirt that molded onto his muscular arms.

“Forgive me for not telling you how good you look this morning, Julie,” Aiden says as I hand him the creamer.

“You’re forgiven. You’re looking pretty good yourself.” I smile appreciatively.

“Guys, get a room.” Mira playfully rolls her eyes.

“Wow, Mira, love the curls!” Aiden exclaims as he sits down at the table.

She bounces slightly in her chair. “Thanks, Daddy!”

“So, what’s on my pumpkin’s agenda for the day?” Aiden asks, scooping up eggs on his plate.

Mira starts talking in a rush, giving us a complete rundown of her day. “Today, we’re going to play dodge ball in gym. I’m so excited, I can’t wait! Tiffany doesn’t think I’ll last till the end, but I bet her a box of Twinkies that I will. I also have soccer practice and piano lessons.”

“Wow, you have a full day in store.” Aiden grins.

“Just as I like it,” Mira cheerfully says.

“Don’t forget to pick her up after piano lessons. Ms. Marsh is going to get her from school,” I remind Aiden.

“Of course. We’ve got an ice cream date, don’t we?” Aiden gives Mira a wink.

“Only if she passes her history test,” I tell him, wagging a finger.

Mira nods, her bright red curly hair bouncing on her shoulders. The more she moves, the frizzier her hair gets. I’m having a hard time keeping a straight face, but Aiden and I have always encouraged her individuality.

“Christopher Columbus has nothing on me.” Mira beams.

I grin as she devoured her breakfast. Mira’s enthusiasm is infectious.

#

After breakfast, I finish getting Mira ready for school. Aiden doesn’t have to go in for several more hours, the perks of having a desk job, so I give him a quick kiss goodbye and head out to take Mira to school.

“Wait!” Aiden runs toward the car, waving his arms above his head.

I roll down the car window as he approaches the driver’s door.

“You forgot your jacket,” he says, handing the leather jacket through the opening to me.

My leather jacket has become another trademark of mine. I run my hands over the soft, well-worn leather and place it on top of my purse next to me.

“You’re a lifesaver,” I tell him.

“I know.” He leans in and gives me another quick kiss.

Something in his eyes makes me pause. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah.” He nods. “Bye, pumpkin. See you after school. Love you both.”

I give Aiden a quick look before backing out of the driveway. Mira continues talking animatedly on the drive to school. I drive to the drop-off point, handing my daughter her lunch before giving Mira a big hug, wishing her luck on her test.

“Thanks, Momma!” She waves as she exits the car and runs inside the school.

I check my watch after I reach my assigned parking spot at the station. I have a little time before I need to start preparing for court this afternoon, so I head to the gym in the basement of the precinct.

I don’t have time for my usual work out, but I have to get the image of the dream out of my mind. I hope that a little time with the boxing gloves will do me some good. I notice two other women huddled tightly together as I am taping up my wrists.

“What’s up?” I walk over to them and ask.

“Him.” Ashley nods over to a man lifting weights.

I can’t stifle my groan. “Scott Jordan? Seriously?”

“Hey, don’t judge. You’re married, Julie. You may not have noticed, but Scott is a complete hottie,” Ashley says.

I roll my eyes. I’ve known Scott Jordan since we were rookies. He is one of the best looking men in the precinct. It’s a fact that he’s very much aware of. With his sandy blonde hair that tends to curl slightly when it gets long, his baby blue eyes, chiseled physique, and a lot of charm, he tends to command the attention of most of the women who work at the station. Lately he’s been wearing his hair short.

Sure, Scott was attractive, but he has proven to me that there isn’t much beneath his beautiful surface.

“Ladies, that is not a road worth traveling down,” I warn as I strap on the boxing gloves. I manage to hold back a ‘trust me’ but my tone doesn’t escape their notice.

“Ooh, that sounds like you are speaking from experience,” the other woman, Pauline, turns to me and says.

“I’m married to Aiden Sullivan, remember?” I point out, refusing to answer Pauline.

“That’s another good looking man.” Ashley sighs.

“You are so lucky, Julie.”

“Those soft brown eyes, dazzling smile, and that butt!” Ashley giggles.

“He’s so handsome. Aiden is a modern day Clark Gable,” Pauline dreamily says.

Both women look like they could melt. I grin at the compliments about Aiden.

“Thanks, ladies.”

I walk back over to the punching bag and start my work out.

“Hello, fine looking ladies,” I hear Scott greet.

Ashley and Pauline giggle. I can’t help but roll my eyes.

“Officers of the law, giggling like school girls,” I murmur under my breath.

“What was that, Carter?” Scott asks, turning his attention toward me.

“Don’t you have something better to do than to bother me?” I ask, punching the bag.

“Need a hand?” he asks.

“Sure. Why don’t you take the place of the bag?” I suggest.

“Ouch. You’re in a mood today,” Scott condescendingly says.

“If you ask me if it’s my time of the month or if I’ve run out of coffee, I really will punch you,” I warn.

“You hit like a girl.” Scott teases.

“You could, too, with a little more effort,” I bitterly respond, punching the bag harder.

“You are extra sharp today, Julie. And you’re taking it out on that poor Everlast. Something not right at home? Has Aiden not being living up to his husband duties?” His tone is patronizing, but there is a hint of seriousness behind his blue eyes.

“It’s been eleven years since that’s been a concern of yours,” I tell him in a low voice.

Scott’s face instantly changes at my tone. He murmurs something too low for me to hear, and then walks off.

“Seriously, I want to cut my tongue licking his abs,” I overhear Ashley say.

“My God, that man! Watch him go,” Pauline comments.

“Get it together, ladies. Might I suggest a cold shower?” I mention before leaving the gym.

#

Thanks to my little encounter with Scott, my mood hasn’t improved by the time I shower and change into my suit for court. I glare as I pass him getting to my desk, throwing my leather jacket on the back of my chair.

“Good morning, Julie,” my partner, Drew, greets as I sit my briefcase down on my desk.

“Morning,” I murmur.

“Out of coffee?” Drew eyes me warily.

“No, God.” I glare as I turn on my desk lamp.

“Sorry,” Drew mutters.

I feel a little bad for snapping at my partner. I brush back some of the red hairs that have fallen out of my braid and apologize.

“No harm done.” Drew flashes a bright smile as he brushes some dirty blonde hair from his eyes.

I glance over my partner, lightly poking him in his side before opening my briefcase. Words can’t express how much Drew means to me. He has been one of my closest confidants since we were partnered up which was right after I came back from maternity leave. I don’t know how I would have gotten through the last few years without him. I tell Drew everything.

Well, just about everything.

He reads my face before leaning in. “You had another dream, didn’t you?” he whispers.

I nod. Sometimes, I hate how well he knows me. “It’s scary how real it felt. I have to remind myself that it was just a dream.”

“But it was just a dream,” Drew gently reminds me.

I give a little smile and sigh. “I know. It’s just...frightening.”

“I know. Seeing the person you love like that would be, dream or not,” Drew sadly says as he leans away.

I give him a sympathetic smile and pat his hand. When he came out of the closet a little more than ten years ago, it caused a lot of controversy at the precinct and within the community. The idea that a gay man was serving in the tenth precinct was more than some could stomach. He came home one night to find his partner, Eric, brutally murdered. I wanted to throw a party when we caught the killer, but Drew said all he wanted to do was move past it. He keeps his sexuality quiet now. Most of the cops have either forgotten or moved on. The newer guys don’t even know that Drew is gay.

I glance up to see Scott Jordan walking toward us.

“Oh, God. Now what do you want?” I groan as he sits on a corner of my desk.

“You’re awfully charming this morning, Carter.” Scott grins at me.

“What do you want?” I reiterate.

“I do miss your temper,” Scott says, still grinning.

“This is not my temper,” I snap.

“Oh, trust me, I remember. I still have the scars,” Scott tells me.

“My aim has gotten much better,” I snidely say.

“Can we help you with something?” Drew interrupts our unfriendly banter, standing next to me protectively.

“Hey, no harm done. I just need a favor,” Scott says, pushing off my desk.

“Favor?” Drew raises an eyebrow.

Scott works homicide. If he’s asking a favor from sex crimes, that could only mean one thing.

“Oh, no.” I feel completely sick to my stomach.

“You guys covered the Sealy rape, right? I need the file, if you would be so kind,” Scott tells us, his tone suddenly business like.

“Of course.” Drew opens up his filing cabinet in his desk.

“Don’t tell me...” I sigh deeply.

“I’m afraid so. Jessica Sealy was found dead this morning,” Scott confirms.

“Poor Jessica. She was a very sweet girl.” Drew frowns as he hands Scott the file.

“Keep us informed,” I tell Scott.

“I will,” he promises.

Scott picks up the photograph on my desk and grins.

“Is this Mira? She’s gotten big.”

I resist the urge to snatch the photo from his hands. “She’ll be eleven next month,” I say, my voice guarded.

“That’s great,” Scott warmly says, not noticing my tone. “She looks like you.”

“She has her father’s eyes,” I say, a smile tugging on the corner of my mouth.

The words leave my lips before I have the second to think about it. I instantly regret offering up any information to him, but neither Scott nor Drew seems to notice my blunder.

Scott nods as he places the picture back on my desk. “All right, well, thanks for the file.”

I frown as Scott walks away. Drew gives my hand a gentle squeeze.

“You okay?” he asks.

“I am. It’s just hard to hear about Jessica. She was so young.”

“One of these days, you are going to tell me what is between you and Jordan,” Drew says.

“One of these days,” I confirm. “Just not today.”

“All right, Julie. I won’t pry. You’ll tell me when you’re ready.”

“Honestly, there’s nothing to tell.” I shrug.

“That’s a dirty, bold face lie. I can tell by the look in your eyes. As I said�” Drew stops me before I could protest further. “It’s your business.”

One of the great things about having a partner is splitting up the work load. I hate paperwork and Drew hates court. Today, Drew agrees to finish up the paperwork from the last case we worked while I testify as the detective on the case in court. I glance at my watch. I should be heading down to the courthouse. My phone rings as I gather my files together.

“Carter,” I answer.

“Hey, you got a minute?” Aiden asks.

“What’s up?” I ask, alarm resonating in my voice. It’s unlike him to call my desk phone.

“We didn’t get a chance to talk this morning about Mira’s birthday.”

I can hardly believe my little girl is going to be turning eleven in a month. The years seem to have gone by in a blink of an eye.

“I know. Sorry about that.”

“No sweat. You seemed to be out of sorts this morning. Anyway, I heard back from the skating rink. We can have the party there.”

“Wonderful news! Do you mind running by there and putting the deposit down before you come in? I want to make sure we get it locked. Then all there will be left to do is order the cake and decide on her presents.”

“Not a problem at all. Given any thought to presents?”

“I think we can go ahead and get her that handheld video game system she’s been wanting. Then I can give a list of games out to the family.”

“Mira would love that. All right, I’ll get that taken care of. What’s your agenda today?”

“Just hit the bags downstairs in the gym. I’ll most likely be in court all day.”

“Ah, so it’s unlikely that I’ll see you for lunch.”

“I’ll let you know if that changes. I doubt it though. You know how Judge Riley runs his court. Remember to pick Mira up at Ms. Marsh’s at six.”

“I’ll remember. See you tonight.”

“Yep. Have a good day.” I hang up.

“What, no love you?” Drew smirks.

“Quiet you,” I teasingly say, poking him in the side.

I turn back to my task, collecting my files into my briefcase.

“Hey, Julie? Aiden’s eyes are brown, not blue.”

“Huh?” My head snaps up at attention. Apparently my earlier blunder hadn’t gone as unnoticed as I thought.

“You told Jordan that Mira has her father’s eyes, but Aiden’s are brown. Mira’s are blue.”

My cheeks turn bright red. “I meant that blue eye color runs in Aiden’s family,” I bashfully say.

“Okay, whatever you say. You heteros. If I ever get lucky enough to have a husband, you can be sure that I wouldn’t forget his eye color,” Drew teases.

#

I spend the rest of the day at the courthouse, giving my testimony and waiting on the jury to make their decision. A mixture of relief and vindication washes over me as the jury found the defendant guilty. Today, one more rapist is pulled off the streets and the victim, sixteen-year-old Hannah, can sleep tonight knowing it. It’s late by the time I return to the station.

“How did it go?” Drew asks me.

“We did it. The bastard will be going away for a long time,” I tell him. “I thought you would have gone home by now.”

“Just had some loose ends to finish up. I’ll be leaving here soon.”

“Yeah, same here.”

I rub my weary eyes, ready to finally call it a night. I give my desk phone a hard glare as it starts buzzing to life. Not another case. I just want to go home.

“Carter,” I answer.

“Momma?” I hear Mira’s voice shake.

“Mira! What’s wrong, honey?”

“Where’s Daddy?” Mira’s voice is uncharacteristically small.

I check my watch. It’s past eight. Warning bells start going off in my head. It’s unlike Aiden to be late picking her up. He should have hours ago.

“I’m sorry to call you, but I’ve called Daddy and he’s not picking up,” Mira tells me.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I’m on my way,” I soothingly tell her.

“Thanks, Momma.”

I tell her that I love her and hang up.

“Something’s up with Aiden. I’ve got to go,” I tell Drew.

“Maybe he’s still sick,” Drew says.

I stop short as I pick up my purse and briefcase.

“Sick?” I inquire

K Tyler on 08/27/2014 08:28am
This was a new author to me. However it was a page turner. This was not a spanking romance but it is worth the read. The story is about law inforcement workers. There is murder, mystery and romance. Julie has the ability to dream things before they happen. For example she has dreams of her husband dying before it happens. Once it happens the rollercoaster begins. This is a ride you shouldn’t miss.
K Tyler on 08/27/2014 08:28am
This was a new author to me. However it was a page turner. This was not a spanking romance but it is worth the read. The story is about law inforcement workers. There is murder, mystery and romance. Julie has the ability to dream things before they happen. For example she has dreams of her husband dying before it happens. Once it happens the rollercoaster begins. This is a ride you shouldn۪t miss.
Marybeth on 08/22/2014 11:53pm
Julie is a police officer that is married to Aiden, also a police officer. Julie has been having a bad dream for the last few nights. She dreams that Aiden I going to be killed. When she dreams in black and white, with just one color, she knows that the dream will come true. We quickly learn that her dreams are correct and Aiden is killed. The detective that is assigned to find out who murdered Aiden is her ex-lover. Eventually, we find out who the killer is and the convoluted way we get there. I can’t say any more because I will give away too much of the story. I enjoyed reading this story, but this is not a spanking story. I guess I come to expect a spanking story from Blushing Books. I am giving this 5 stars because the book is great! I just wish the author had added spanking to the text.
Marybeth on 08/22/2014 11:53pm
Julie is a police officer that is married to Aiden, also a police officer. Julie has been having a bad dream for the last few nights. She dreams that Aiden I going to be killed. When she dreams in black and white, with just one color, she knows that the dream will come true. We quickly learn that her dreams are correct and Aiden is killed. The detective that is assigned to find out who murdered Aiden is her ex-lover. Eventually, we find out who the killer is and the convoluted way we get there. I can۪t say any more because I will give away too much of the story. I enjoyed reading this story, but this is not a spanking story. I guess I come to expect a spanking story from Blushing Books. I am giving this 5 stars because the book is great! I just wish the author had added spanking to the text.
Redrabbitt on 08/17/2014 02:29pm
First off, this is not typical Blushing Book genre. It is not a domestic discipline or spanking romance. This is a murder/mystery/suspense romance. I loved the characters and interaction. Julie Carter is a strong feisty red-headed detective in the sexual crimes unit. Her partner, Drew, is a friend she completely trust. Her husband, Aiden, is her friend and someone she can share things with, he also works for the police department. Julie and Aiden each have secrets they protect for each other. Scott Jordan, another detective is her love/hate relationship with deep family ties. This story covers lies, deceit, corruption and murder. It is a page turner to find out who all is crooked and who is the good guys. I love the dreams and details that Julie sees and how they come about to help spin the story.
Redrabbitt on 08/17/2014 02:29pm
First off, this is not typical Blushing Book genre. It is not a domestic discipline or spanking romance. This is a murder/mystery/suspense romance. I loved the characters and interaction. Julie Carter is a strong feisty red-headed detective in the sexual crimes unit. Her partner, Drew, is a friend she completely trust. Her husband, Aiden, is her friend and someone she can share things with, he also works for the police department. Julie and Aiden each have secrets they protect for each other. Scott Jordan, another detective is her love/hate relationship with deep family ties. This story covers lies, deceit, corruption and murder. It is a page turner to find out who all is crooked and who is the good guys. I love the dreams and details that Julie sees and how they come about to help spin the story.
SL on 08/15/2014 08:08am
3 ½ - 4 stars I mostly liked this book about murder and corruption in the Chicago police department. It kept you turning pages wondering who to trust. Julie is a tough police officer who is married to Aiden another police officer. Aiden is murdered in their home and everyone is scrambling to find out who did it and why. Julie has nightmares and dreams that seem to come true. The dreams are black and white with usually one color (Red for blood, pink for the birth of her daughter, etc). She sees her husband’s dead body before it happens as well as other important events in her life. As the tale unravels, Julie becomes like a super hero trying to rescue her daughter and solve the murder. The story has a happy ending for Julie and Scott (even though there were a lot of dead causalities.) There are sex scenes, no spanking. Some things are a bit far fetched, but a good read none the less.
SL on 08/15/2014 08:08am
3 _ - 4 stars I mostly liked this book about murder and corruption in the Chicago police department. It kept you turning pages wondering who to trust. Julie is a tough police officer who is married to Aiden another police officer. Aiden is murdered in their home and everyone is scrambling to find out who did it and why. Julie has nightmares and dreams that seem to come true. The dreams are black and white with usually one color (Red for blood, pink for the birth of her daughter, etc). She sees her husband۪s dead body before it happens as well as other important events in her life. As the tale unravels, Julie becomes like a super hero trying to rescue her daughter and solve the murder. The story has a happy ending for Julie and Scott (even though there were a lot of dead causalities.) There are sex scenes, no spanking. Some things are a bit far fetched, but a good read none the less.

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