Chapter One: Can I Borrow Your Handcuffs Real Quick?

"Was the man holding me at gun point supposed to be this cute?

At least I looked smoking-hot in this stupid orange jumpsuit."

Analine Bates was a nineteen year old murder. Supposedly.

After being framed for the death of her cousin, she thought being sent off to a high security prison was the end of her life.

It turns out the cops weren't as useless as they seemed.

In fact, Zander Collins, head of the patrol unit, proved himself useful right away.

And he was a damn good kisser.

Love hurt, but Adaline never thought it would land her in jail.