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CUFF ME
New York's Finest #3
Lauren Layne
Releasing on March 29th, 2016
Forever: Grand Central



Vincent knows he's not the most charming of the Moretti brothers. He prefers brooding to flirting, reading to talking, and he sure as hell isn't about to give into his mother's insistence that he 'settle down with a nice girl.' Luckily, Vincent's gig as one of the NYPD's top homicide detectives keeps him busy. As does his long-time partner, Jill Henley–a tough-as-nails cop with the face of an angel and smart mouth that makes Vincent crazy in all the worst ways.

After six years of working the homicide beat with the tight-lipped Vincent Moretti, Jill figure she knows him better than anyone. Which is not at all. But when their most recent case points to a potential serial-killer situation, the higher-ups send them on a rare undercover mission to a place no NYPD officer dares go: the Upper Eastside.

Now the bureau's most antagonistic set of partners is posing as Mr. and Mrs. Brooks of Park Avenue. Spending 24/7 in the suspect's territory brings them closer and closer to their killer . . . and closer to each other. Soon Vincent and Jill are playing good cop/bad cop in and out of bed, and Jill's falling hard. But can she convince Vincent to give her a shot as partner in life, as well as at the bureau?

Rating/Review: ☕☕☕☕☕ (5 cups of steaming hotness that will definitely keep you awake at night)

The third book in Lauren Layne's New York's Finest series Cuff Me, is probably the most anticipated one by fans of the series. For this is Vincent and Jill's finest moment, the showdown, the one where six years of unrequited attraction will probably be acknowledged and consummated! But as per usual Ms. Layne doesn't make it easy for her main characters. she makes it hot, and makes them sizzle and is humorous as you can get but nope never easy. Cuff Me, if its possible can be all romantic and angsty and poignant but at the same time funny and engaging and captivating and makes you smile in frustration and laugh in happiness when our leads get their HEA (that one is always a certainty). Its a must read for fans, a must read for those who adore rom coms, who like the best friends to lovers trope, who adore grumpy handsome male leads whose heart is all mushy wrapped in a tough guy facade, for fans who admire a female lead who finally is brave enough to get her guy (even if it took six years) and a couple who just zings and just clicks like two peas in a pod even they are opposite in every way. Plus we get the Morettis in one book again.



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.” 
“Nope.” 
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.

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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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  1. Thank you so much for hosting CUFF ME! LOVED this review!

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