Claimed By The Detective

CONTENTS Claimed By The Detective NEWSLETTER Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Epilogue Epilogue Extended Epilogue Extended Epilogue Top Reads NEWSLETTER A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS BRATVA BEAR SHIFTERS LAIRDS & LADIES RUSSIAN UNDERWORLD IRISH WOLF SHIFTERS INKED BY LOVE TEXT ME YOU LOVE ME Collaborations About the Author CLAIMED BY THE DETECTIVE AN OLDER MAN YOUNGER WOMAN ROMANCE _______________________ A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS, 318 FLORA FERRARI Copyright © 2023 by Flora Ferrari All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental. The following story contains mature themes, strong language and sexual situations. It is intended for mature readers. CLAIMED BY THE DETECTIVE I need answers and he’s the only one who can help me. And it just so happens that he makes me melt too. She might be my new client but that went out the window the second I laid eyes on her. No matter how long it takes, I’m going to help her. But what is her father up to? She’s gorgeous, and I want her to be mine. But she’s only eighteen. Is this right? Maybe I am going to hell, but damn it, she’s worth it. I will do anything to protect her even if that means digging into her father’s life. But what is he hiding? And is my woman in danger? The age difference is huge – almost twenty years. But when I look at her, I know that the truth is, it doesn’t matter to me. It’s never going to matter to me. Wrong or right? I need her, and I need her now. But will she forgive me when keeping her safe means keeping her in the dark? * Claimed By The Detective is an insta-everything standalone instalove romance with a HEA, no cheating, and no cliffhanger. NEWSLETTER Get a free, new, original story NOW by joining my mailing list and staying subscribed. CLICK HERE >> Get a FREE book now CHAPTER ONE Jenna I stand in the middle of the street and turn in a circle, utterly confused and lost. I’m sure the map said to go left. So I went left, and now I’m on a residential street – but looking for an office. This can’t be right. Did I go the wrong way? More importantly, when did I go the wrong way? Feeling a headache building up in my temples, I press my hands to my head for a moment. Navigating on my own is not my thing. I’m practically useless. How I’ve managed to get to be eighteen years old and this bad at surviving on my own I will never know. I act like an adult right– but every time I try to strike out on my own, it just makes me feel like a kid. This is the worst part if I don’t get the answers I need, and maybe even if I do, I will be on my own very soon. Sighing I take a deep breath. I need to take a look at the map again, and maybe then I can figure it out. Something hits me square in the back, and I spin around, ready to confront whoever just attacked me. Instead, I see a group of boys on the other side of the street. They are laughing behind their hands and shuffling their feet at each other, and my heart sinks. They look like they’re getting brave enough to do something else the way that boys do when they hang out on street corners. Daring each other to do something worse and worse each time. “Thought you’d like some lunch!” one of them guffaws, though half-hidden behind the others, still not brave enough yet to confront me directly. I look down at the ground. A balled-up chunk of bread roll is at my feet, clearly having hit me and then bouncing away. “Did you take the sausage out?” one of the boys asks the other. I look up to see one of them nodding yes. “Good,” says the one who asked the question. “Otherwise, that would be cruel, you know. Cannibalism.” There’s a scattering of laughter, and then someone starts making pig grunting noises, and they all join in. I should really walk away, I think. Should go somewhere else so they can’t taunt me anymore. I don’t have to listen to this. The problem is, I still don’t know where I’m going. I look down at myself miserably, at my rounder figure. That’s just how I’m built. I enjoy food and don’t enjoy most types of exercise – although I love to swim. That’s just how I am. Most of the time, I don’t feel like I need to justify myself to anyone. I am how I am, and that’s it. And then there are days like today. I take a deep breath and start walking in the direction I haven’t been yet, thinking that I might as well go somewhere to get away from them, and in doing so, there’s actually a chance that I might find the place I’m looking for. I hold my breath inside for a moment to hold back everything else I might want to do – like cry, yell at them, or throw the bread