Frisk Me

Frisk Me


Officer Luc Moretti had no idea that his dive into the East River would have him drowning in a media frenzy. No matter how many times he tells reporters he was just doing his job, they’re determined to make him into NYC’s newest hero. Coming from a long line of NYPD’s finest, Luc knows that being a cop has nothing to do with headlines and viral videos, and he’s more than ready to get back to life away from the cameras-until he meets the gorgeous but jaded journalist assigned to film a TV special on him . . .

Ava Sims may be the only woman in NYC who isn’t in love with Officer Moretti. That’s why she’s going after the real story-to find out about the man behind the badge. Ava’s determined to keep things strictly professional, but the more time she spends around Luc, even she has to admit there’s something about a man in uniform . . . and she can’t wait to get him out of his.

  • A hero cop, and the cynical reporter determined to learn his secrets—assuming she doesn't fall for him.

"Layne (the Redemption series) launches the New York's Finest contemporary romance series with this stellar example of the genre. Ava and Luc's sparks are immediate, and the evolution of their relationship-which starts with little common ground except a dedication to singlehood-is stimulating and realistic. They negotiate their professional and romantic interactions with banter that's clever but not self-satisfied, and their moment of truth feels warm and real. Fans of slightly gritty contemporaries will adore this"―Publishers Weekly (starred review)

"4 1/2 stars! The first in Layne's New York's Finest series is funny, delightfully steamy and deeply touching, setting the bar quite high. Layne creates protagonists who are fully realized and likable, ensuring that their individual journeys are as clever and moving as their romance, and her novels are always the better for it. A bustling, detailed setting and a stellar cast of supporting characters, particularly the hero's large and outspoken family, provide the perfect backdrop for her characters and keep expectations high for the rest of this soon-to-be-a-hit series."―RT Book Reviews

"Layne is hands down the queen of witty dialogue and sexy scenes. Frisk Me was a sensual combo of both that left me dying for more."―#1 New York Times bestselling author Rachel Van Dyken

"Frisk Me is a terrific love story--equal parts sweet and hot. Layne is a master of both sexual tension and the soul-satisfying HEA."

USA Today bestselling author, Serena Bell


Ava gave a strangled laugh. “Clearly you don’t understand the art of interviewing. It’s all about finesse.”

Unable to stop himself, Luc traced an index finger along the sharp line of her jaw. “Guess you shouldn’t have flirted with a cop then, lady. No such thing as an interview in my line of work.”


“Nope.” He moved in closer, shifting so that his upper body leaned into hers. “We start with interrogations.”

“And then?” Her voice was flirty and light, but her eyes were pure heat.

His gaze dropped to his hand, which had found its way to her knee somehow. “Depends. If the cop’s skilled at interrogation, things generally progress to handcuffs…and other things. If the cop’s unsuccessful…”

Luc broke off and shrugged.

Ava looked at him over the top of her wineglass. “Which one are you? The skilled interrogator or the other?”



He leaned in and pressed his lips to her ear. “Whether or not you like handcuffs.”

Luc inhaled deeply. “You’re a pain in the ass.”

“And you’re an absolute delight.”

Ava was pretty sure that neither one of them actually moved, but somehow they were closer than ever now, and she didn’t think it was her imagination that both were breathing harder than necessary.

And despite the cloudy skies, Ava was definitely feeling warmer than the weather warranted.

Confused by the unfamiliar onslaught of want, totally inappropriate given their circumstances and the fact that she didn’t even know the guy, her eyes helplessly found his.

Ava was both gratified and alarmed to see the same frustration and confusion in Luc’s expression.

Whatever was between them—this odd mix of attraction and distrust—he felt it too.

His forehead wrinkled in irritation before his head dropped toward her, bringing their mouths infinitesimally closer.

Suddenly, attraction was definitely winning out over distrust, because Ava knew if he kissed her…

She would kiss him back. Damn it. Damn it, that was so not what she needed to be feeling right now.

His eyes left hers to drop to her mouth and Ava felt her lips part, just slightly. It was an unbidden invitation, and from the flare of heat in his eyes he knew it. His mouth lowered, closer, and then—

“You know what else I’d like?” Ava hissed. “If you took your police baton, or whatever it’s called, and shoved it up you—”

His mouth was on her before she could finish the sentence.

It was a quick kiss.

Just a hard stamp of shut-the-hell-up. There was no tongue, just the press of his mouth against hers, lingering only slight, but the kiss rocked Ava all the same.

“You’re bribing an officer of the law? Or just really desperate to spend time with me, Sims?”

Ava sighed. “Two questions, Moretti. What exactly is up your ass? And how the hell do we remove it?”

He ran a hand through his hair, answering honestly, because honesty was what Morettis did best. “Sexual frustration. As far as how to fix it…”

His eyes fell on her mouth.

Her eyes narrowed before she took a tiny step backward.

She huffed in frustration and Luc grinned, because the only thing better than getting into Sims’s pants was getting under her skin.

“Coward,” he said, leaning forward and grinning.

“Answer my question, Sims. You attracted to me?”

He moved in, then, not quite touching her, but somehow pinning her against the railing using body heat alone. Ava kept her eyes locked on his chin even as her pulse flipped into overdrive.

Luc touched a knuckle to her cheek. “I think the woman behind the reporter is pulled to me. Just like the man behind the cop is drawn to you.”

He was going to kiss her. She could tell by the firm command of his voice, the positioning of his body.

She wanted it.

Oh, how she wanted it.