The Celebration Township, Book 5
By Stacy Eaton
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Missy Moresco
might be Celebration Police Department’s police dispatcher, but she’s also got
her thumb on the pulse of the township. When FBI Agent Casper Princeton shows
up in town on a case, Missy and Casper go undercover to protect the real reason
he’s there by pretending they are a couple.
With Missy’s
snarky comments and Casper’s quick comebacks, these two find it hard to keep a
professional distance. When Casper needs to rush home to a family emergency,
Missy is torn on whether it’s a good thing or a bad one. Just when she decides
it doesn’t matter, Casper shows up on her doorstep with his five-year-old
daughter.
Can Missy and
Casper keep the fake relationship going while they wait for his case to come to
a head, or will his daughter and his job come between them before Easter
arrives?
It had been like
this for the last two hours. I still had four hours left of my shift, and I was
dead tired. I hated working in snowstorms, especially when they surprised us.
We had expected four to six inches, and the storm stalled over us and dumped a
foot of snow in several hours.
If it were light
and fluffy, it wouldn’t have been as bad, but this stuff was heavy and causing
havoc everywhere: Power lines were down, trees were falling, cars were stuck on
every roadway in the area.
The worst bit
was that I was also dispatching for Dexter Township tonight. A massive tree
fell down on their dispatch tower, and we were their backup while they repaired
it. It made everything twice as bad.
“Celebration
Police, what’s your emergency?”
“Hey, Missy, I
know you’re busy. It’s Todd Cummings over in Dexter.” Todd was a police officer
in the neighboring township. He was a young guy, only on the force a couple of
years, but a good officer and not too bad to look at either.
“Yeah, I’m
slammed. What’s up, Todd?”
“I’ve got a guy
here trying to get through to you. He says he has official police business to
attend to in Celebration, but we have two big trees down on the road. Do you by
chance have any road crew that could head over this way?”
You have got to
be kidding me, I thought. If he has official business, then he is probably in
law enforcement of some kind—which means he should understand how serious our
situation was right now.
“No, my crews
are up the creek without paddles right now. We have trees down everywhere, and
my plows are leading my police cars and ambulances around trying to get them to
where they need to be.”
“But he says
it’s important. He’s with the—”
I cut him off.
“I don’t care if he’s the president of the United States. We’re in emergency
mode up here, Todd. You know that. I don’t have anyone who can come down there
and remove a stupid tree right now. Close the damn road and turn his ass
around. There are no police officers available to help with whatever official
business he might have anyway, so tell the city slicker to turn the hell around
and go home. He can call our chief or Thad after the storm is over and speak
with one of them then.”
“But, Missy—” he
started to say.
I snapped.
“Todd, I have been on one call after another for the last two hours. I have two
calls holding right now, a house on fire, and a guy who just cut his hand off
in a snowblower. My head is killing me, I haven’t peed since I got here four
hours ago, plus I’m starving. I don’t have time to listen to his whiney ass
even if he did get through. Tell him to take a hike. There are people that need
my attention right now, and he is not one of them. Did you get that?”
“Um, yeah, we
got that,” he answered, his voice subdued.
“Good.” I hung
up to answer one of the two lines that were flashing as I heard the fire chief
calling out for another fire truck to respond. The house on Cedar Street was
fully engulfed. Damn, that was a shame, but I didn’t have time to feel for
them. Later, I would, but now, I had more work to do.
“Celebration
Police, what’s your emergency?”
It had been like
this for the last two hours. I still had four hours left of my shift, and I was
dead tired. I hated working in snowstorms, especially when they surprised us.
We had expected four to six inches, and the storm stalled over us and dumped a
foot of snow in several hours.
If it were light
and fluffy, it wouldn’t have been as bad, but this stuff was heavy and causing
havoc everywhere: Power lines were down, trees were falling, cars were stuck on
every roadway in the area.
The worst bit
was that I was also dispatching for Dexter Township tonight. A massive tree
fell down on their dispatch tower, and we were their backup while they repaired
it. It made everything twice as bad.
“Celebration
Police, what’s your emergency?”
“Hey, Missy, I
know you’re busy. It’s Todd Cummings over in Dexter.” Todd was a police officer
in the neighboring township. He was a young guy, only on the force a couple of
years, but a good officer and not too bad to look at either.
“Yeah, I’m
slammed. What’s up, Todd?”
“I’ve got a guy
here trying to get through to you. He says he has official police business to
attend to in Celebration, but we have two big trees down on the road. Do you by
chance have any road crew that could head over this way?”
You have got to
be kidding me, I thought. If he has official business, then he is probably in
law enforcement of some kind—which means he should understand how serious our
situation was right now.
“No, my crews
are up the creek without paddles right now. We have trees down everywhere, and
my plows are leading my police cars and ambulances around trying to get them to
where they need to be.”
“But he says
it’s important. He’s with the—”
I cut him off.
“I don’t care if he’s the president of the United States. We’re in emergency
mode up here, Todd. You know that. I don’t have anyone who can come down there
and remove a stupid tree right now. Close the damn road and turn his ass
around. There are no police officers available to help with whatever official
business he might have anyway, so tell the city slicker to turn the hell around
and go home. He can call our chief or Thad after the storm is over and speak
with one of them then.”
“But, Missy—” he
started to say.
I snapped.
“Todd, I have been on one call after another for the last two hours. I have two
calls holding right now, a house on fire, and a guy who just cut his hand off
in a snowblower. My head is killing me, I haven’t peed since I got here four
hours ago, plus I’m starving. I don’t have time to listen to his whiney ass
even if he did get through. Tell him to take a hike. There are people that need
my attention right now, and he is not one of them. Did you get that?”
“Um, yeah, we
got that,” he answered, his voice subdued.
“Good.” I hung
up to answer one of the two lines that were flashing as I heard the fire chief
calling out for another fire truck to respond. The house on Cedar Street was
fully engulfed. Damn, that was a shame, but I didn’t have time to feel for
them. Later, I would, but now, I had more work to do.
“Celebration
Police, what’s your emergency?”
Welcome to
Celebration Township.
Casey Lowe is
new in town and hiding from her past. Her next-door neighbor, Thad Wagner, is a
sexy police officer, who is good with his hands, and his lips, but Casey
refuses to get involved with a married man, and Thad can't seem to understand
why she keeps pushing him away. No matter how they try to stay apart, something
keeps drawing them together. When an unexpected visitor shows up at Casey's
house the week before Christmas, her future is on the line. Will Thad figure it
out in time to save her, or will Casey become a conspirator to a murderer?
Tangled in
Tinsel is the first book in the thirteen-story novella series that takes place
in quaint Celebration Township, Pennsylvania. The rest of the series will begin
to release in the fall of 2016.
Linda Maxim is a
woman who learned early on how to work hard and succeed. Her only regret is
that the man she loved disappeared just days after she got pregnant at the
tender age of sixteen.
Fourteen years
later, Ian Dugan needs a break from life and ends up crashing his vehicle and
waking up in the hospital to find Linda watching over him.
Can Linda
forgive Ian for leaving her alone as a pregnant teen? Will Ian be able to
forgive Linda and himself when he learns of the daughter he never knew about? Find
out on New Year’s Eve if Ian can erase the tears and find something to cheer
about.
Jason Hayes
loves working as a nurse and living in Celebration Township—or he did until
Riayn Simmers showed up in town, and a secret from his past is threatened to be
exposed.
Riayn Simmers is
shocked to find her college love-and the man she had called a heathen-residing
in the same town as her aunt. Now Riayn needs to decide if she can handle
sticking around to run her aunt’s bakery, My Baked Buns.
Somehow Riayn
and Jason must find a way to coexist in the small town, but what happens when
Jason’s secret is exposed and he’s up to be auctioned off at the Valentine’s
Day Party? Will the town believe, as Riayn once did, that Jason truly is a
heathen, or will he finally win over her heart for good?
Dabby Finnegan
got roped into being auctioned off for the annual Valentine’s Party, and
nothing could have prepared him to face the vibrant and determined Paige
Brogan. From the moment she jumps into his arms to collect her prize, his life
will change.
Paige Brogan has
had a crush on Dabby for a long time, and this auction is exactly what she’s
been waiting for to finally catch his eye. When Paige wins a date with Dabby,
the only thing she wants to do is spend the day with him working at his tavern.
As Paige and
Dabby get to know one another, Dabby has a hard time understanding why this
incredible woman would be interested in him. It’s when the rainbows are
overhead, and green beer is flowing that Dabby finally realizes what he has and
vows to never lose it.
Corrine Wagner
is determined to make a good life for herself and her son while hunting for the
perfect man to complete her family. Unfortunately, with her crazy schedule of
school and work, her patience begins to run thin with her
constantly-in-trouble, five-year-old son, Tommy.
Nolan Tigues has
lived across the street from Corrine his whole life—and carried a torch for her
almost as long. When Nolan tries to help Corrine with Tommy, she takes it all
the wrong way. She can’t believe Nolan thinks she’s a bad mom.
Can Nolan find a
way to prove to Corrine that he cares about her—and about Tommy—as more than
just a friend, or will Corrine push away the man who could give her everything
she’s dreamed of her whole life?
Stacy Eaton is a
USA Today Best Selling author and began her writing career in October of 2010.
Stacy took an early retirement from law enforcement after over fifteen years of
service in 2016, with her last three years in investigations and crime scene
investigation to write full time.
Stacy resides in
southeastern Pennsylvania with her husband, who works in law enforcement, and
her teen daughter who is working toward her second degree black belt in Tae
Kwon Do and on the choral and cheerleading squads at school. She also has a son
who is currently serving in the United States Navy.
Stacy is very
involved in Domestic Violence Awareness and served on the Board of Directors
for her local Domestic Violence Center for three years.
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