Today we have Jeremiah Borden from Amber Daulton’s Arresting Jeremiah. Let’s find out more about him and his story!
First, what is your name and how old are you?
Good morning, Eileen. It’s great to be here.
My name is Jeremiah Borden, but everyone calls me Jim. I know, it’s weird. Jim is usually short for James, and Jerry is short for Jeremiah, but I can’t stand the name Jerry. Just—ugh. Anyway, I’m thirty years old.
What is your occupation? Are you any good at it? Do you like it?
I’m a parole officer in Denver, Colorado, and I travel all throughout the tri-county area to visit my paroles. I have the highest rehabilitation rate for the officers in my district, but I’m no longer content with my job. Someone I work with betrayed me to the most powerful crime lord in the city. How can I keep working there when I don’t know who to trust?
What made you get into the situation you’re in now? Why?
Someone in my parole office stole some private files from me and gave them to a few gangbangers, who then went after my sister, her boyfriend, and me. A lot of crap went down and that should’ve been the end of it, but nope, I can’t let bygones be bygones. I need to know who betrayed me. It’s driving me nuts, so I did something very stupid and highly illegal. That mistake landed me and my new girlfriend, Calista, in hot water. Boiling hot, I tell you. Things will get better, though. I have to believe it.
What other conflicts are you facing?
One of my parolees has rejoined his old gang and is now slinging drugs again. He’s gone missing while I’m on suspension from the office, so I can’t help the police to track him down. Of course, that doesn’t stop him from targeting me, Calista, and her daughter.
On top of that, Cali’s violent ex-boyfriend is back and someone else is stalking her.
How many siblings do you have? Are you close or estranged?
Mia is the only one. We’re kinda close but not as tight as I wish. My job as a parole officer is sometimes dangerous, so I’ve erected a wall between us. I can’t let it bother me. I’ll do whatever I can to keep Mia—and my new ladylove, Calista—out of the crossfire. And yeah, I’ve gotten in more than my fair share of fights with some out-of-control parolees over the years. I know I can be a hardass, but that doesn’t give anyone the right to shoot at me.
If you could spend the day with someone you admire (living or dead or imaginary), who would you pick?
My dad. Two years ago, a drunk driver hit my mom’s minivan, and my parents died on impact. Mia and I were riding in the back. We both suffered concussions, and I broke my arm, but at least we survived. Losing my parents was tough, and I’m grateful I can’t remember the crash. My mind has blocked the memories.
Anyway, I’ve always looked up to my dad. He was a police sergeant and wanted me to follow in his footsteps. I wanted to make him proud, so I became a parole officer with plans to later join the Denver PD. After losing my folks and breaking my arm a second time, I finally decided law enforcement wasn’t right for me. I’d like to explain that to Dad since I never had the chance to tell him when he was alive. I think he would be proud of the man I am now, but he’d probably shake his head in how I got to be that man. I guess I’ll never know.
Do you have a pet? What kind? If you don’t what would you have if you could?
I have a cat, Niko. He’s an orange tabby and spoiled rotten. He thinks he owns the house and I live there to serve him. Well, the second part is true. I love that damn cat, and he takes full advantage of me because he knows he can.
If you had a free day with no responsibilities and your only mission was to enjoy yourself, what would you do?
I’d spend the day in bed with Calista. If lounging all day—rather, working up a sweat—isn’t an option, I’d be just as happy going to the movies or doing something fun with Calista and her daughter, Lacey. Lace is a smart kid, and I wish I could call her my own, but I’m determined to be the best father figure she would ever need.
Why do you think your author chose to write about you?
After Amber wrote Mia and Mason’s book, she saw how angry and frustrated I was. She wanted to give me a happy ending. Unfortunately, she has a thing for damaged, tortured heroes, so she put me through hell before slapping a big red, shiny bow on my life. I really should have a talk with her about that. What kind of crazy woman forces a man to fight when he’s already covered in bruises and has a broken arm? *he tsks* Just not right.
About Amber Daulton
Amber Daulton is the author of the romantic-suspense series Arresting Onyx and several standalone novellas. Her books are published through The Wild Rose Press, Books to Go Now, and Daulton Publishing, and are available in ebook, print on demand, audio, and foreign language formats. She lives in North Carolina with her husband and demanding cats.
“Why don’t you make yourself comfortable in the living room?” Calista abruptly stood and gathered the plates. As she leaned over the table, her V-neck blouse and gemstone necklace dipped low. Her cleavage swelled beyond the cups of her bra.
Yum. What a woman.
She cleared her throat with a soft rumble.
He jerked his gaze up to see her smirk.
“Hell, no. I could admire your form for hours.”
She grinned. “I’ll call Lacey and tell her goodnight. Then I’ll get dessert.”
“Need help?” He stood, reaching for his glass, but she grabbed it first.
“No, thanks. I—um—I need a few minutes alone.” She dropped her gaze and hurried into the kitchen. Her ankle-length skirt hugged her hips.
Look at that ass. Round, juicy, bitable.He shook his head. Cool it. She needed a breather. He’d pried a bit too much into her personal life, but she did the same with him.
He bypassed the adjacent living room and headed down the hall. Which door? He opened the last one on the right and flipped the light switch.
Damn. She was summer heat and sexy innocence. The white wicker bedroom set and sunflower-design bedspread couldn’t belong to anyone but Calista. His Calista.
A lone window overlooked the road at the rear of the building complex, and the plastic blinds clanked as he closed them. The perfume bottle on the vanity caught his eye. He sprayed the liquid contents into the air. Goddamn. That was her scent. His heart thumped faster. The floral aroma tightened his gut.
After stripping off his dinner jacket, he freed the buttons on his dress shirt and let the fabric gape. Then he kicked off his shoes and leaned against the wall to remove his socks. His arm knocked against his holstered handgun, so he withdrew the .22 from his belt.
Heat bloomed in his face. He should’ve asked Calista’s permission before he brought the firearm into her home. If she found it, she’d probably lecture him. He wrapped it in his jacket and placed it on the floor, out of the way.
“Except for the sling, I look pretty good.” He nodded at his reflection in the vanity mirror and yanked off the blasted sling. His shirtsleeve stretched tight over the hard, bulky cast.
He’d visited Rieger’s doctor the week prior for a checkup. Soon. The doc would cut off the fiberglass soon.
Candles topped the dresser and vanity, so he grabbed the lighter from the nightstand and lit the wicks. Then he turned off the overhead light. The soft fiery glow soothed his eyes. He jumped on the bed and angled himself on one arm and a mountain of pillows.
Footsteps echoed down the hall.
He puffed out his chest. If he misread her signals, then he’d crossed the line. He hoped to hell he hadn’t.
When love and duty clash, his every action might be his last.
Injured Parole Officer Jeremiah “Jim” Borden never expected Calista Barlow, the sassy blonde waitress he’s craved for months, to ring his doorbell. She slips into his heart—and his bed—but he’s obsessed with a gangland investigation that threatens his career and maybe even his life.
Calista doesn’t trust easily, not with a daughter to protect and the stalker who keeps calling her. After her violent ex-boyfriend returns, she finds solace in Jim’s arms.
Jim may have to forego his need for answers to protect the ready-made family he adores, but how will he and Calista escape an unseen enemy that is always one step ahead of them?
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