Please give a warm welcome to Jayson from A Love
Restrained by Becky Flade
today as we sit down and see what makes him tick.
What’s your favorite thing to do
when you’re not saving (the world, clients, your mate)?
A: My
favorite thing to do is ride my motorcycle. But I don’t think I’ve actually
ever saved anyone. I tend to lean toward the more shadier, illegal side of
life. Kylee arrested me once; that’s how we reconnected so many years after
high school – she busted me after witnessing a hand-to-hand drug buy.
What is it about Kylee that makes
you crazy in a good way?
A: Her
moral compass. It points due north, no wiggle-room, right is right, wrong is
wrong, and there are no gray areas in between. It’s what makes her exactly who
she is and I love her for exactly who she is but more often than not I’m on the
wrong side of that line she’s drawn.
Do you sometimes want to strangle
your writer? Thrash her to within an inch of her life? Make them do the stupid
crap they make you do?
A: You
have no idea. The shit – can I say shit? – that she put me through. Put Kylee
through. She, Becky, is a sadist. No question. She tortured us and all we
wanted was to be together and be happy. I guess in the end if two people can
stay in love after all that they’ve
got something real and everlasting. But I still want to wring Becky’s neck for
making us suffer.
Favorite food?
A: Cheesesteaks,
of course, I am a Philly-boy after all.
Tell me a little bit about your
world. What are your greatest challenges in that world?
A: I
live and work in northeast Philly almost the same neighborhood I grew up in.
But that’s more my location than my world. My world is dangerous. Gangsters,
drug dealers, cops, and feds. And it’s hard, nearly impossible, to find love
and understanding in that world. It’s challenging to let yourself be
vulnerable, to let people in, to tell them your secrets, trust them with your
truths, because when you do, you’re literally putting your life in their hands.
Describe yourself in four words.
A: Complicated.
Guarded. Hopeful. And angry.
What do you do for a living?
A: I’m
the right hand to the most powerful drug dealer and successful gangster in
Philadelphia. Told you – I’m complicated.
What do you fear the most?
A: Losing
Kylee.
Enjoy the following excerpt from A
Love Restrained:
Spring in the city brought people out of winter hibernation like a siren
song, but as the temperature rose, so in turn, did the crime rate. Cops
had to be sharp as they walked the
streets of Philadelphia. In her ten years on the force, on these streets, she’d
seen a lot of crazy and often stupid
criminals do a lot of crazy and often stupid things. But to be so
brazen, or so plain dumb, as to do a
hand-to-hand drug buy right in front of two uniformed officers rode high on her
list of top ten.
“Tell me you saw that?”
“Saw what?” Hunks of half chewed soft pretzel fell from Sherman’s mouth.
Pete Sherman’s not a bad cop, just not an observant one whose paunch portrayed his love of all things fried and
his reupholstered recliner. He hadn’t seen a thing in the last six months. But
he took direction well, despite the fact he had seniority.
“There, across the street.” She pointed. “The junkie walking east just
scored off the guy in the leather bomber heading west. I swear the dealer
looked right at us before the exchange. Call it in, Pete, and grab the junkie.
I’m going after the dealer.”
Sherman didn’t argue. She took off into a quick lope, kept her footsteps
light so as to not alert the man she pursued. The spring day had drawn people
out and the complaints of the pedestrians she weaved through grew loud. The guy
glanced over his shoulder, and the edge of his mouth tipped into a grin before he
sprinted around the corner.
“Cocky jerk.” She turned the corner, and shouted, “Stop! Police.”
She ran clean and fast, closing the distance between them with little
effort. The dealer ducked into an alley she knew to be a dead end. She slowed
and put one hand on the butt of her service pistol as she approached. He had
his back to her, his hands on his hips as he stared at the brick wall in front
of him.
“Philly PD, you’re under arrest. Slowly put your hands above your head
and against the wall to your left.” She closed the few feet between them, using
her free hand to release the handcuffs from her belt, the other remaining on
her weapon. She cuffed him, with practiced efficiency, and then read him his
rights before leading him out of the alley, preferring to do the pat down with
her partner present.
“Kylee Parker, I’ll admit I daydreamed a time or two about you cuffing
me, but it was never in this context.”
A
LOVE RESTRAINED
A romantic suspense
by Becky Flade
Philadelphia police officer Kylee Parker is dedicated to protecting and
serving. She sees the work in absolutes: right and wrong, black and white, good
guys and bad guys. That is, until she chases a drug dealer into a dead-end
alley and finds the bad boy she had a painful crush on throughout her teen
years has turned into a more dangerous and more attractive man.
Jayson Donovan knows he doesn’t deserve someone as good as Kylee Parker.
As the right hand man to a local drug-pushing mobster, he’s solidly on the
wrong side of Kylee’s moral compass. But he can’t help reaching for her time
and again when he knows he shouldn’t.
Even when
his secrets threaten them both.
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About
the Author:
Home is where the heart is and Becky makes hers with her very own knight
in slightly tarnished armor, their three daughters, son-in-law, two grandsons,
and their psychotic cat Jaxon. When she's not busy living her own happily ever
after, she's writing about someone else’s.
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