Review: Cuff Me (New York’s Finest #3) by Lauren Layne

March 25, 2016 Review 1

Review: Cuff Me (New York’s Finest #3) by Lauren Layne

Meet New York's Finest-three hot brothers sworn to protect and serve the city they love . . . and the women who've stolen their hearts.


Vincent Moretti is one of the NYPD's top homicide detectives-and one of the most eligible bachelors in town. His family, however, thinks he should date his longtime partner, Jill-a sassy, sexy, smart-mouthed blonde who drives him absolutely crazy.

Behind the quiet authority, tough-guy demeanor, and dark aviator glasses lies a man with a big soul-and a hard body that can soften any girl's heart. After years as his coworker, Jill Henley has given up hope that anything could happen between her and Vin. Besides, loving him would break all the rules. But seeing Jill with someone else triggers feelings in Vincent he never knew he had. Now he'll have to stop playing good cop/bad cop-and find a way to convince her to be his partner for life. . .

Title: Cuff Me
Author: Lauren Layne
Other books by this author that we've reviewed: Blurred Lines, I Wish You Were Mine, Cuff Me, From This Day Forward (The Wedding Belles 0.5)
Series: New York's Finest #3
Other books in this series that we've reviewed: Cuff Me
Length: 7:39
Published by Forever
Source: Publisher
Published: March 29, 2016
Genres: Contemporary Romance
Pages: 384
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Stars: five-stars
Flames: four-half-flames

As far as book boyfriends go, Vincent Moretti does NOT disappoint…

After six years of being partners, Vincent and Jill Henley have seen a lot of grisly stuff, and they’ve got the good cop/bad cop thing down pat. But Jill takes a three month break to help her ailing mother, and comes back with a fiancé…and Vincent is none too happy about it, for reasons that have nothing to do with work.

Vincent is such a strong character that he jumps off the page at you, and his gruff demeanor is the most well-written one I’ve ever come across. His seemingly non-communicative ways are just the opposite, and Jill is definitely the only woman who understands what he’s trying to say (well, most of the time). He’s brilliant, focused, driven, and content in his life; his family is wonderful (can I become a Moretti?? Pretty please?). His partner is bubbly, energetic, fun…everything he’s not, and he’s fine with that.

But the sparks between them are so volatile, it’s a miracle they didn’t set the station on fire years ago.

Jill accepts that Vincent doesn’t want a personal relationship with her, and decides to move on. Her fiancé is a great guy – he’s so nearly perfect that she begins to question why they’re together. Then she adds in the small things Vincent starts doing for her, that he never did before, and she has to wonder if Vincent wants what he can’t have, or if he really wants her. It’s a tough one for her to figure out, because even though she’s usually in tune with Vincent, her own feelings cloud her normally sharp thought processes.

When these two DO get together, it’s not smooth sailing, but damn, is it hot! They are the perfect partners in both life and work, and seeing Jill realize her own shortcomings while Vincent digs deep to uncover emotions he didn’t even think he was capable of having led to the most entertaining, hot, fantastic read of the series this far – and, being as the first two were outstanding, that’s saying something! Highly recommended.


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Random HouseAuthor Info

Lauren Layne is the USA Today Bestselling author of more than a dozen contemporary romance novels.

Prior to becoming an author, Lauren worked in e-commerce and web-marketing. A year after moving from Seattle to NYC to pursue a writing career, she had a fabulous agent and multiple New York publishing deals.

Lauren currently lives in Manhattan with her husband and plus-sized Pomeranian. When not writing, you’ll likely find her running (rarely), reading (sometimes), or at happy hour (often).


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There’s something wrong with a man that grins like that at a crime scene.”
Detective Vincent Moretti glanced up from where he’d been studying the gunshot wound of the vic and glared at the officer who’d been shadowing him for the past three months.
“I wasn’t grinning.”
Detective Tyler Dansen never paused in scribbling in the black notebook he carried everywhere. “You were definitely grinning.”
Dansen glanced up. “Fine. Maybe not grinning. But I’m one hundred percent sure I saw you smile.”
“How about you be one hundred percent sure about who shot this guy instead?” Vincent said irritably.
Dansen returned his attention to his damn notebook, but he didn’t look particularly chagrined by Vin’s reprimand.
Oh, what Vin wouldn’t give to go back to those early days when all he’d had to do was look at Dansen, and the kid practically dropped into a deferential bow.
Three months of spending every workday in each other’s company had the newly minted detective acting nearly as impudent as Vincent’s actual partner.
Nearly being an important distinction, because Vincent didn’t think they made ’em sassier, more stubborn, or more annoying than Detective Jill Henley.
And he would know. They’d been partners for six long years, and their pairing up as partners was proof of God’s sense of humor.
Jill Henley was Vincent’s opposite in every way.
Jill was chipper, charming, and smiley.
Vincent was… none of those things.
Especially not the last one. Although, if he was being really honest with himself, Dansen may have been right about Vincent cracking a smile earlier.
It’s not that Vin was immune to death. There was absolutely nothing humorous about a man lying cold in his own blood and guts, dead from a gunshot wound to the stomach.
But after six years as a homicide DT for the NYPD, one learned to compartmentalize. To let the brain occasionally go somewhere else other than death even as you were staring straight at it.
It was the only way to survive. Otherwise it was nothing but puking and nightmares.
And speaking of puking…
Vincent stood and gave Detective Dansen a once-over.
“If you’re gonna barf, do it outside,” he said, just to needle the younger man.
Dansen threw his arms up in exasperation. “That was one time. One time! And I hear it happens to everyone on their first day.”
“Didn’t happen to me.”
“That’s because you’re a machine,” Dansen muttered under his breath.
Vincent didn’t respond to this. It was nothing he hadn’t heard before. Robot. Machine. Automaton.
He just didn’t know what people expected him to do about it.
In the movies, there was always some reason for the semi-mechanical, unfeeling action hero.
Either a dead wife, an abusive past, or some other sort of jacked-up emotional history. But Vincent had always sort of figured he’d been born this way. Quiet. Reserved. Broody.
It’s not that he didn’t feel. Of course he did. He just didn’t feel out loud. He wasn’t sure that he really knew how to, and wasn’t sure he wanted to learn.
Lauren Layne

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