Under His Skin by Haven Rose

It takes a strong man to love a good woman. It takes an even stronger man to love a good woman at the top of a male dominated field. These women aren’t the norm, they’ve made their mark in a man’s world and shattered the glass ceiling.
Two things about me are true. First, I hate rules. Second, I’ve always wanted to be a cop. Those tend to not mesh well, a lesson I learned after becoming one. However, the rumored chip on my shoulder and numerous ink that decorates my skin the old-school higher ups frown upon are suddenly advantages. They warn me the assignment could be – is – dangerous, then send me on my way. I can’t help wondering, do they want me to fail or succeed? When I meet my target, Simon Roanoke, I’m not sure which is which.
Most sons eagerly take over the family business. Not me. I wanted to be my own man, create my own empire. Instead, I got his. I couldn’t stand my dad when he was alive, and in death, I might just hate him more. I never wanted this, yet it’s mine nonetheless. Every morning, I put on a mask, pretend I’m where I’m meant to be, and lose another piece