Fit to Be Tied [Marshals: 2]

Praise for
All Kinds of Tied Down

“Oh, how I loved these boys! … I adored the two of them together so much, I didn’t want the book to end!”

—The Blogger Girls

“Overall, this book is delightful and I already want to reread it. I can say with certainty that this book will be one of my top reads of 2015. I just loved everything about it.”

—Series-ously Addicted

“
All Kinds of Tied Down
is angsty, exciting, sweet, romantic, funny… heck, it’s all the feels rolled into one gigantic ball of freaking awesome.”

—Joyfully Jay

“I seriously love, love, LOVED this book.”

—Smitten With Reading

“For a little over half of
All Kinds of Tied Down
you the reader will be all kinds of tied up over the sexual tension. … Once Ian and Miro get on the same page… holy hell! This book gets hot quick.”

—The Jeep Diva

“You can’t go wrong with this book!”

—Top 2 Bottom Reviews

By
M
ARY
C
ALMES

Acrobat

Again

Any Closer

With Cardeno C.:
Control

With Poppy Dennison:
Creature Feature

Fit to Be Tied

Floodgates

Frog

The Guardian

Heart of the Race

Ice Around the Edges

Judgment

Just Desserts

Mine

Romanus

The Servant

Steamroller

Still

Timing • After the Sunset

What Can Be

Where You Lead

C
HANGE
OF
H
EART

Change of Heart • Trusted Bond

Honored Vow • Crucible of Fate

Forging the Future

L’A
NGE

Old Loyalty, New Love

Fighting Instinct

M
ANGROVE
S
TORIES

Blue Days • Quiet Nights

Sultry Sunset

M
ARSHALS

All Kinds of Tied Down • Fit to Be Tied

A M
ATTER
OF
T
IME

A Matter of Time: Vol. 1

A Matter of Time: Vol. 2

Bulletproof
• But For You • Parting Shot

Piece of Cake

T
HE
W
ARDER
S
ERIES

His Hearth • Tooth & Nail

Heart in Hand • Sinnerman

Nexus • Cherish Your Name

Warders Vol. 1 & 2

A
NTHOLOGIES

Grand Adventures

Tales of the Curious Cookbook

Three Fates

Wishing on a Blue Star

Published by
D
REAMSPINNER
P
RESS

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Published by

D
REAMSPINNER
P
RESS

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of author imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

Fit to Be Tied

© 2015 Mary Calmes.

Cover Art

© 2015 Reese Dante.

http://www.reesedante.com

Cover content is for illustrative purposes only and any person depicted on the cover is a model.

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ISBN: 978-1-63476-487-2

Digital ISBN: 978-1-63476-488-9

Library of Congress Control Number: 2015945759

First Edition September 2015

Printed in the United States of America

This paper meets the requirements of

ANSI/NISO Z39.48-1992 (Permanence of Paper).

Once more for Lynn.

Thank you.

I
COULDN
’
T
control the whimper of delight. Since we were out in Elmwood, where we never were, I’d begged and pleaded with Ian to stop at Johnnie’s Beef and buy me a sandwich before we got to the house we were sitting on. I hated stakeouts; they were so boring, and I tended to use them as an excuse to eat
good
instead of the alternative. It could be argued that an Italian beef sandwich with sweet peppers was not, in fact, a gourmet meal, but anyone who said that had obviously never had one. Just opening it up, with the smell that came wafting out… I was salivating.

“This better be worth the long drive outta the way,” Ian groused.

No amount of grumbling was going to get in the way of my happiness. And besides, he owed me. The day before, on our way to the same stakeout, I’d stopped and gotten him hot dogs at Budacki’s—Polish with the works, just how he liked it. I’d even broken up a fight over ketchup between a native and an out-of-towner while I was there and still managed to deliver the goods. So swinging by the beef place was the least he could do.

“You wanna screw the sandwich?” he asked snidely as he started on his pepper and egg one.

I lifted my gaze to his, slowly and purposely seductive, and I got the catch of breath I was hoping for. “No. Not the sandwich.”

He had opened his mouth to say something when we heard the shots.

“Maybe it was a car backfiring,” I offered hopefully, having peeled back the wrapper, ready to take a bite. On this quiet tree-lined suburban street, the kind with white picket fences and people walking their dogs and little A-frame houses with picture windows, it could definitely be something other than a gunshot.

His grimace said no.

Seconds later, a man came flying across the street and down the sidewalk past our car that was sitting quietly on the storybook street at a little after one on a Tuesday afternoon.

“Motherfucker,” I groaned, placing the sandwich gingerly on the dash of the Ford Taurus, out the passenger-side door seconds later.

The guy was fast—I was faster, and I was gaining on him until he pointed a gun over his shoulder and fired.

It would have been a miracle if he’d hit me—he was moving, I was moving—but still, I had to make him stop. Stray bullets were
bad
, as we’d learned in our last tactical seminar, and more importantly, we were in a small, quaint residential neighborhood where at this time of day, women could be jogging with strollers, followed by beagles or labradoodles. I would make sure reckless discharge of a firearm was tacked on to the charges as soon as I had the guy in custody.