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Arresting Behavior

Uniform Encounters

by Morticia Knight

Arresting Behavior - Morticia Knight - Uniform Encounters
Part of the Uniform Encounters series:
Editions:Kindle - Second Edition: $ 3.99
Pages: 140

Attraction between a detective and an accused killer rarely ends well. Especially since the seductive Quinn is Jake’s prime suspect in a series of gruesome murders...

Being promoted to detective so early in his career is like a dream come true for Jake. However, his first case makes him wonder if he’s cut out for the job. A serial killer is on the loose and the city is counting on him to bring the psycho to justice.

All Quinn wants is to be left alone to pursue his art. He lives on the edge of the rez, convinced his tribe doesn’t accept him. When he’s tied to the recent killings in Mesa, he knows he’ll be dragged in by the deceitful cops and blamed for everything.

What happens next takes both Jake and Quinn by surprise. They’re gripped by a forbidden attraction and now Jake has everything to lose. Not only is his reputation and career on the line, but so is his heart.

Can Jake find the elusive predator responsible for such horrific deaths? Or will he be the murderer’s next target?

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Quinn chuckled at the thought. It was bad enough he’d gotten involved with a historian who represented ruins his tribe believed they should have sovereignty over and not be shared with the public. Not only that, but this same man had also just helped get him arrested. Then there was the fact that Quinn had been seeing a drug-addicted prostitute.

Suddenly, he didn’t feel like laughing anymore.

If he could get out of this mess, and the real killer was caught before they hanged him for it, he would need to rethink his sexual choices. Maybe Richard was right. Maybe being alone was his whole problem. Quinn shook his head, not in the mood to deal with any emotional crap right now. Not with his neck on the line.

The door swung open and, sure enough, it was the luscious cop. Quinn peered up at the ceiling.

I don’t need this right now.


Composing his expression to a blank slate, he lowered his head and locked gazes with his interrogator. Quinn had found he was able to unnerve anyone with that stare. However, it didn’t seem to be working so well this time. The cop stared right back at him, clearly trying to hold that cute, curling smile at bay, the sexy dimple on his cheek threatening to appear at any moment.

Well fuck me.

Sensing a challenge, Quinn readied himself for the first parry. He would wait the guy out, not appear to be interested in anything he had to say, not ask direct questions. Instead, he’d allow the cop to spill his secrets. Quinn’s gaze narrowed, and the man gave him one quick peek at the dimple, then peered down at his notes before he sat—right across from Quinn in the tiny room.

If Quinn stretched out his long legs, surely he would be able to hook his ankle around the cop’s foot. The thought of such an intimate touch with the officer caused Quinn to shiver a little, as if someone had walked over his grave.


The cop glanced up from the papers he was so fascinated with, using only his eyes.

Quinn didn’t answer. He needed to stick to his strategy.

Finally, the cop set the papers down and leaned back in his chair, the epitome of relaxation.

Quinn never let his stare waver. But neither did the cop.

“Well, Quinn Verdugo, I’m Detective Jake Gutierrez. It just so happens my partner and I were assigned to The Bondage Butcher case.”

Detective? They haul them in young around here.

“Which is why I’m so interested in speaking with you today. It seems your boyfriend Cole thinks you might have something to do with these murders. He was so convinced, in fact, that he called us to come save him since he thought you were luring him into the desert to tie and slice him up. I don’t know if you normally tie him up—he didn’t say—but maybe he’d not into the slicing part. What do you think?”

“He’s not my boyfriend.”

Quinn held in a groan. He needed to shut the fuck up.

The detective raised an eyebrow. “Oh, really? Because he insists you two are quite the item. I think he even hinted he might be moving in with you on the rez pretty soon, maybe have a little commitment ceremony…”


The guy was provoking him. He needed to keep it together.

Gritting his teeth, Quinn broke the stare. He had to. He wanted to tell this cop—or detective—that Cole meant nothing to him, that he was just a lay and nothing more. An inner battle raged to keep from spilling his guts to this Jake guy. For some bizarre reason, he didn’t want Jake to think he had ties to anyone.

Ridiculous. He’s probably married with eight kids for all I know.

Quinn was seriously pissing himself off and needed to get back in control of things. But all of a sudden, he was so tired. Exhausted from trying to keep his feelings clamped down deep inside him all the time. All of those emotions were like a long-dormant volcano building up to an inevitable explosion.

There were the endless dalliances with young men who he forbade himself to feel any connection with—although he knew he picked partners where any danger of that wouldn’t exist. Then there was all the guilt and rage over the killings of his lovers. And finally, there were the recent stirrings of something whenever he thought about or looked at this so-called detective. The urge to grab one of the hinky chairs and bash it until it no longer resembled any piece of furniture was proving difficult to resist. Instead, he glared at Jake.

“Just tell me what you want from me so I can get the hell out of here.”


About the Author

Author Morticia Knight spends most of her nights writing about men loving men forever after. If there happens to be some friendly bondage or floggings involved, she doesn’t begrudge her characters whatever their filthy little hearts desire. Even though she’s been crafting her naughty tales for more years than she’d like to share—her adventures as a published author began in 2011. Since then, she’s been fortunate enough to have several books on bestseller lists along with titles receiving recognition in the Rainbow Book Awards, Divine Magazine and Love Romance Café.

Once upon a time she was the lead singer in an indie rock band that toured the West Coast and charted on U.S. college radio. She currently resides on the North Oregon coast and when she’s not fantasizing about hot men, she takes walks along the ocean and annoys the local Karaoke bar patrons.