~ she who reads, is booked every night ~
BOOKED EVERY NIGHT
Synopsis
SIX BROTHERSEACH
HOLDING A DIFFERENT BADGE OF THE LAW
EACH SWORN TO SERVE AND PROTECT
prom-ise: assure someone that one will definitely do, give, or arrange something; undertake or declare that something will happen.
NYPD Officer Ryker Cunningham comes from a family of men committed to upholding every letter of the law. But when he crosses paths with MaryAnn Glover, a troubled woman who not only tempts his heart but also his self-control, his need to protect her overrides everything he’s ever believed in. With a promise to keep her safe at any cost, Ryker shows MaryAnn what it means to live without fear…and love without regret
Review
“Sometimes, we have no choice but to depend on someone else. It’s the only way we can survive.”
~ MaryAnn
This is the perfect book to lead into this series. We not only get Ryker and MaryAnn’s second chance story but we get a look into the other brothers that will be featured in future books. I have a feeling each brother will hold a dear place in my heart and it is going to take some strong females to match them!
MaryAnn is one of those strong women. She bends but never truly breaks from what has happened in her life. MaryAnn’s story had tears in my eyes. Her life was forever changed when she was 13 years old and until she meets Ryker again it just seems like it never really got better.
Ryker grabbed my heart right away. I loved that his instincts kicked in even before he knew who MaryAnn was. He was in cop/protector mode. He never gave up on her and it seems his feelings never lessened over the years either.
“The roots of a family tree begin with the love of two hearts.”
“The Cunninghams”
“Est. 1976”
We are introduced to the whole family in this book and the author starts to give a little insight to the next book which will be Reid’s and Cassidy’s story. Just the little bit we learn has me anxiously awaiting their book. I am also hoping that we will learn more of their sister, Reese’s, story in some way because there is something going on there that caught my attention.
Excerpt
She didn’t come in the following week.
Or the next.
I found myself constantly worried about her. It was driving me crazy, and I needed to know she was okay. Today was my day off, but I went to the West Side Deli for lunch anyway. I’d been here every single day since, hoping like hell she’d show up.
I’d almost given up for the day, after sitting here for the last four hours, when she finally walked in. Rain pelted the sidewalk outside but she was wearing those damn sunglasses again.
Anger simmered in my blood as I slid from the booth, halting her before she could even place her order.
She kept her chin tucked to her chest, eyes trained on the floor as she tried to sidestep me.
“Whoa, MaryAnn, are you all right?”
Her gaze lifted to mine, and I could see the dark shadow beneath the tinted shades. “I’m fine.”
“Are you? Because you don’t look fine. Come sit with me for a minute. Let’s talk.”
“I can’t, I’m in a hurry.”
“Listen, I just want to be your friend. Remember when we were friends and we could talk and trust each other?”
Her lip trembled. “Please, I just need to get my order and get home. If I’m gone too long he’ll—”
She snapped her mouth closed, realizing her mistake.
“He’ll what?”
“Nothing, never mind.” She shoved me aside and made her way to the counter to place her order. Once she had her cup in hand, I met her over by the fountain.
“Listen, I appreciate your concern, but like I told you before, I’m fine,” she tossed out, refusing to look in my direction.
She continued to shift her face away from me, and I was growing more and more irritated by the second. “I don’t believe you.”
“Excuse me?”
“I said I don’t believe you. I think you’re far from fine. I think you’re in danger and need help.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I’m not stupid, MaryAnn. I’m a fucking cop for Christ’s sake.”
She recoiled, and I instantly regretted the anger in my tone. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Then why are you wearing sunglasses when it’s raining outside?”
“My contacts were giving me problems this morning and—”
I reached up, gently pulling them down her nose, revealing her eyes, the right one damn near swollen shut.
“Jesus,” I gritted. She quickly shoved them back in place, spinning away from me. “Who did that to you?”
“No one.”
“MaryAnn—”
“God, why are you doing this? Why can’t you mind your own business and leave me the hell alone?”
I stepped in front of her, gently cupping her elbow. “I just want to help you.”
“I don’t need your help.”
“Your husband did that, didn’t he? And the bruise I saw a couple of weeks ago, he did that, too.”
“You have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Then call me a liar.”
Silence hung heavy between us.
“Why stay? Why not leave him?” I asked, desperate to know why someone as strong and beautiful as her would put up with a piece of shit like that.
“Because I’m more afraid to leave than stay.”
“Ticket number 298!”
She jerked from my grasp, snatched her order off the counter, and stormed out without a second glance.
