Get You Some Read Online Lani Lynn Vale (Simple Man #3)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Funny, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Simple Man Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 70444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
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He had dirty blond hair that looked a tad bit disheveled as if he’d been running his fingers through it while waiting to pull poor, innocent people like me over.

And then there was his uniform. He was decked out in head to toe navy blue, and that big belt around his slim hips held a gun, a flashlight, and a few other things that I had no clue what they were—but wanted to—and a taser.

Oh, and did I mention he had a beautiful ass? It wasn’t just round, but it was shapely and looked like he did a shit ton of squats to make it look the way it did.

He had scruff but it wasn’t a huge, thick beard like was popular nowadays. More like a well-groomed beard that was on the short side. Somewhere in between a beard and a five o’clock shadow.

His eyes were the color of amber, too. They almost looked fake, but a man like him? I highly doubted he put on contact lenses to make his eyes look like that.

It was captivating.

And he had the longest eyelashes I’d seen on anybody in my life—man or woman included.

He was so freakin’ beautiful.

I moaned and let my chin drop to my chest.

I was wearing yoga pants that were the pair that I wore only when I had nothing else to wear. They had holes in them, a couple of questionable stains, and I was fairly sure the words on the ass no longer said ‘secret’ and now said ‘e’ on each ass cheek. They were that old.

The shirt I was wearing wasn’t much better. It declared me as a ‘Hostel Cheerleader’ and was way too tight.

Though technically, I hadn’t planned on going anywhere but the freakin’ laundromat.

Everyone wore their crappy clothes to the laundromat…didn’t they?

At least I did, anyway.

Then I moaned when I got a look at my socks.

I was wearing the ones that Amanda had bought me as a gag gift for Christmas.

They were striped and were fairly normal socks until you looked at the toes. My big toe had its own hole while the other four were all on the other side—making it possible for me to wear my flip flops without my toes getting cold.

Then there were the words ‘damn, piss, and shit’ written on them in cursive script with bright purple flowers decorating them.

Honestly, I thought they were the best thing since sliced bread and had been wearing them ever since.

I hadn’t once been embarrassed by wearing them—until today.

Incidentally, he was the hottest man I’d seen in a very long time.

Shit, shit, shit.

I bit my lip and hoped that he didn’t look at my feet—but then he suddenly appeared at my side door and asked me to get out.

I did, not hesitating.

Once I was out, he gestured toward the back of my truck.

I went and blinked when I saw it.

It’d been a joke. Then again, this police department had been a joke, too. Fucking everything about the Hostel Police Department two years ago had sucked. And that’s why I’d gotten the bumper sticker.

HPD Sucks.

That was it in a nutshell.

“Ummm,” I paused. “I can explain.”

He looked at me like I wouldn’t be able to talk myself out of this one.

“I really can explain,” I murmured. “See, a few years ago, there was this chief of police here. His name was Fowler, and he was a giant douchebag.”

The officer blinked at me, seemingly unimpressed by my language.

I swallowed. “He also happened to be my uncle.”

That got a reaction out of him. He looked on at me with pity.

As if he knew exactly who this ‘Fowler’ asshole was, and just what it meant to be related to the devil’s spawn—and yes, I did hear that quite often.

This town was a big, fat freakin’ joke.

Years ago, when he was the chief of police, he wasn’t exactly liked, but he was respected by the townspeople.

Then Evander Lennox, who was wrongly convicted of a crime and went to prison, happened. Evander did everything he could to prove Fowler’s crookedness, and eventually, he accomplished his goal.

He’d managed the impossible—irrefutably pinning multiple crimes on Fowler, one of those being the attempted murder of Evander himself.

Since then, the town has fully rallied behind Evander…and was solidly on the anti-Fowler bandwagon, meaning that anything and everything that had to do with Fowler was now tainted—including me.

Though, this is the point that I’ll admit that I was always considered tainted thanks to who my parents were—the town failures. The town crooks. The two people in this town that no one wanted any part of. No one.

Even though I moved out of their house at seventeen, hadn’t had anything to do with them for eight years, and knew less about them than the townspeople did, everyone still liked to let me know that they thought I was no better than them.



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