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Dear Readers,
Welcome to the Police and Fire: Operation Alpha Fan-Fiction world!
If you are new to this amazing world, in a nutshell the author wrote a story using one or more of my characters in it. Sometimes that character has a major role in the story, and other times they are only mentioned briefly. This is perfectly legal and allowable because they are going through Aces Press to publish the story.
This book is entirely the work of the author who wrote it. While I might have assisted with brainstorming and other ideas about which of my characters to use, I didn’t have any part in the process or writing or editing the story.
I’m proud and excited that so many authors loved my characters enough that they wanted to write them into their own story. Thank you for supporting them, and me!
READ ON!
Xoxo
Susan Stoker
A huge thank you to Claire Hughes, for letting me use her dog, Nel in Cisco and Hilly’s story. Nel turned out to be an awesome, second heroine, taking an integral role in saving the day! I hope you all end up loving her as much as I do.
ABOUT THE BOOK
Cisco Andera has watched all his close buddies find true love, and rather than scoff at their loss of freedom, it makes him reevaluate his own life. At thirty-three years old, he’s tired of playing the bar scene, and wants some permanency of his own. But is he a good bet? He has a few awkward secrets, along with some fairly annoying habits that aren’t exactly mainstream. Will the woman he’s set his sights on—who’s constantly giving him very confusing and mixed signals—agree to be saddled with Cisco’s baggage for the long term?
Hilly Duncan, owner and operator of Camp Venture, has worked long and hard to build her self-esteem after a childhood full of bullying and mocking. She’s been determined that nothing will derail her newfound confidence, but…how cruel is fate? After all this time shoring up her inner strength, her sad little middle-school crush has come back to haunt her in the form of one hot-bodied motorcycle cop. She might have been able to ignore his reappearance in her life, if he wasn’t going to be teaching self-defense courses to her campers twice a week.
Maybe it’s a good thing Cisco hasn’t recognized the pathetic Hilly of the past.
CHAPTER ONE
“Andera.”
Cisco’s chief barked his name out the second Cisco walked into the Orono police station amongst all those just coming off shift.
What the hell was Chief Ildavorg doing here at this time of night on a Friday?
Cisco had just completed his three-to-eleven stint, and had been looking forward to not going home, but heading to the club he sometimes frequented in Bangor. He wasn’t feeling it right now, but he needed to see if he had it in him to pick up a woman. It had been far too long since he’d hooked up, and he was determined to snap his dry-spell. He’d been downright lame lately, unable to muster the interest or the energy to pour on the charm and find himself a willing bed-partner.
What was wrong with him?
It couldn’t be that nearly all his closest buddies were now either married or happily engaged to kick-ass women and no longer had the time or the inclination to act as his side-kicks and wing-men. Only he and Welker Vestore from his original group of five SWAT friends—Mike, Kyle, and Doug making up the balance—remained woman-free, and Welk had been too busy lately taking night courses to hit the bars with him. The man was furthering his knowledge to become more useful with the forensics he was often tasked with for their team.
Cisco could always call Dieter, the chief’s son and his best, long-time friend outside the department. But the lobsterman was probably already in bed, his boat cleaned and prepped to leave its mooring at butt-crack o’clock in the morning.
It sucked that his cohorts “normal” schedules didn’t mesh with his, but Cisco had, last month, finally put in to be transferred to the day shift. It was a long overdue move, and…maybe that’s what the chief wanted to talk about.
With that happy thought in mind, Cisco turned his attention to his boss. “What are you doing here so late?” he asked Frank Ildavorg.
The chief beckoned him into his office.
“The wife’s gone on a quilting weekend with her sister and the house is empty. So, I’m catching up on some paperwork.”
Cisco knew that was code for the chief being lonely. It was no secret that the nearly forty-year marriage of Frank and Suze Ildavorg hadn’t lessened their attraction to each other. Dieter often joked that he was still single because his parents were an impossible act to follow.
The chief closed the door behind them. “Have a seat, Cisco.”
Yeah. Inside his boss’s office, his Uncle Frank—as Cisco had known him growing up, even though he was no relation, but a close family friend—didn’t stand on ceremony, and called him by his first name instead of the ubiquitous last that was de rigueur in their department.
Cisco sat on one side of the desk, while his honorary uncle plunked his ass on the other.
“I know you want to head out, so I’ll make this brief,” the chief began.
Cisco nodded. There was no need to tell the man what his plans were. He clearly already knew.
