{"text":"JJ glared at his slumbering frame. Long legs, lethal in denim, his button fly already enticingly popped, abdomen all ridged and naked, begging for a finger or a tongue to discover the hills and valleys, dark shaggy hair spread around his head like a freaking halo on her pillow. Well too damn bad for this broken-down angel. She was the one who’d worked her ass off until two am. Not him. And she wanted her bed back.","author":"Amy Andrews","tags":["connie","cop","domestic-violence","ethan","friends-to-lovers","jj","jumbuck-springs","outback-heat","publican","the-stockman","unrequited-love"],"id":273064,"author_id":"Amy+Andrews"}