Her Lawman Protector
Their relationship isn’t real…but his feelings for her are!Detective Jack Talbott’s latest target is Liv Hylton, the ex-wife of a dirty cop. He’s also secretly loved her for years. To get close to her he’s going under cover as her boyfriend but when evidence points to Liv’s innocence, he’ll do anything to protect her!
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Their relationship isnât real...
But his feelings for her are!
Detective Jack Talbott has devoted his life to ending police corruption. His latest target is Liv Hylton, the ex-wife of a dirty cop. Sheâs also the woman heâs secretly loved for years. To get close to her, Jackâs going undercover as her boyfriend. But when the evidence points to Livâs innocence and a threat to her safety, heâll do anything to protect her. Even risk his career...
PATRICIA JOHNS writes from Alberta, Canada. She has her Hon. BA in English literature and currently writes for Mills & Boon Love Inspired and Heartwarming lines. You can find her at patriciajohnsromance.com.
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ISBN: 978-1-474-07853-5
HER LAWMAN PROTECTOR
© 2018 Patricia Johns
Published in Great Britain 2018
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To my husband, who has always thought
I was the prettiest girl in the room.
Contents
LIV HYLTON CRACKED open a box of books, uncovering glossy paperback covers. The smell of new books never ceased to hit her brain right in the pleasure center. She was still filling shelves in her brand-new bookshop in Eagleâs Rest, Colorado, and she was a stickler for variety. One thing she hated in a bookstore was having access only to the ten top sellers. Sometimes she didnât want a bestseller. Sometimes she wanted a fresh discovery, a delightful distraction...and Hylton Books was going to provide just that to the tourists who came for skiing each winter and for Eagleâs Rest Lake in the summer.
With the leaves changing to their brilliant autumn foliage, the tourists were goneâan ideal time to be doing the grunt work of opening a new business. Sheâd have everything streamlined by ski season.
Liv pulled a hand through her hair and heaved a sigh. Her jeans had shrunk one too many times, and they were getting uncomfortably tight. Thatâs what she was telling herself, at least. Sheâd gained weight, but she was done with diets. After ten years of marriage, where she constantly struggled to lose weight, she wasnât doing that to herself anymore. At the age of thirty-two, this was her bodyâno more punishment.
The newly installed shelves were highâa sliding library ladder attached at one side of the store and could be swept along to whichever point along the wall it was needed. That had been hard to come by, but a local contractor had gotten his hands on an old sliding ladder from an archives building in Denver, and it all had come together rather nicely. Like it was meant to be.
Morning light spilled from the display window onto the front counter, and her gaze drifted toward the creased note that lay next to a pile of mystery novels. Sheâd found the paper on the floor that morning, shoved through the mail slot. It was a simple piece of computer paper with letters cut from magazinesâcreepy. The last two notes sheâd tossed out, thinking they were a prank by some local kids, but this one had settled into her gut and left her nervous.
