A Lawman for Christmas
To Kelsey Marlowe, policemen spell one thing–T-R-O-U-B-L-E. So she struggles to resist Officer Morgan Donnelly's charms even though he'd gallantly come to her mother's aid. But when her family insists on meeting the man who'd saved their beloved matriarch, she finds herself unbelievingly tempted to kiss him under the mistletoe.Talk about trouble…Becoming involved with the Marlowe clan was not what Morgan has in mind. He doesn't do entanglements–yet he can't help wanting to become entangled with Kelsey in more ways than one. He's never put much stock in holiday presents before, so why is she quickly moving to the top of his wish list?
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“If I kiss you again, I’m not going to stop there.”
“Promises, promises,” she murmured.
There was a sense of danger here that he didn’t encounter on the street. On the street, he knew the odds, knew the chances he was taking. “I’m not kidding, Kelsey.”
She could feel her heart beginning to race. Her voice was husky with anticipation as she said, “I certainly hope not.”
Kelsey’s lips were only inches from his. So close he could all but taste them against his own.
His body throbbed. How long could he resist something he wanted so badly?
“Whatever happens here is on your head.”
“I accept full responsibility,” she whispered. As she spoke, her lips lightly grazed his.
Dear Reader,
I didn’t want to write this book. As long as I didn’t tell Kelsey’s story, I had one more book in the Marlowes’ saga. But it wasn’t fair to Kelsey so, here we are, watching the last of Kate Marlowe’s children find her soul mate.
Kelsey Marlowe has a tough time finding love. She’s feisty, independent and has four brothers eager to interrogate and dismiss every suitor. But now the Marlowe boys are all married, and Kelsey has become her own worst enemy in the pursuit of love. When she does find an irresistible man, she discovers that he comes with not just baggage, but scars. Despite the chemistry, the romance seems doomed before it ever takes off. Only Kate can see through the smoke screens between her daughter and the fine young police officer. How can a mother help bring them together?
I hope you enjoy this last installment of KATE’S BOYS…and daughter, too. As ever, I thank you for reading and wish you someone to love who loves you back.
All the best,
Marie Ferrarella
MARIE FERRARELLA
This USA TODAY bestselling and RITA>® Award-winning author has written more than 200 novels for Silhouette Books, some under the name Marie Nicole. Her romances are beloved by fans worldwide. Visit her Web site at www.marieferrarella.com.
To
Pat Teal with thanks for opening the door. Here’s to another twenty-eight years.
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Epilogue
Chapter One
Omigod, omigod, omigod.
The single word repeated through her brain like an old-fashioned vinyl record spinning on a record player, its needle stuck in a groove.
“Calm down, Kelsey. It’s going to be fine. It’s all going to be fine.”
The latter words Kelsey Marlowe said out loud, as if hearing the reassuring echo about the car while she tore out of the school parking lot would somehow help her gather herself together.
It didn’t.
She was having trouble focusing, both on the road and on the thoughts firing through her brain like pellets from a shotgun.
Her mother’s phone call a few minutes ago had really rattled her.
Kelsey had been more than halfway down the hall on her way to the exit before she remembered that she had to get someone to cover her class for her. She’d left twenty-eight highly charged eight-and nine-year-olds in the hands of the school secretary. She’d had to come running back, wasting precious minutes, to make the request.
Clutching the steering wheel, she roared down the freeway.
C’mon, Kelse, get a grip!
In all her twenty-six years, she couldn’t remember ever being this scared, this nervous. Especially because her mother had begged her not to call any of her brothers and definitely not her father. Kate Marlowe didn’t want any of them knowing that she was in the E.R. at Blair Memorial.
Her soft-spoken mother was her rock. Rocks didn’t get sick. They didn’t call from a hospital emergency room. Rocks were supposed to be just that: rocks, meant to go on forever until the end of time.
Dragging her hand through her wayward blond hair, Kelsey took in another deep breath, this time holding it to the count of fifteen before she released it. It didn’t help.
Despite Kelsey’s urgings, her mother told her that she didn’t want to go into any kind of detail over the telephone. Instead, she just repeated her initial request for her to come to the hospital as quickly as possible.
That in and of itself made her extremely nervous. Her mother never asked for help. Petite, blonde and as quietly stubborn as all her Irish forbearers put together, Kate Llewellyn Marlowe believed in always handling her own emergencies. Not only that, but she insisted on taking on any and all emergencies that any family member or friend was going through.
As far back as Kelsey could remember, her mother had always been a dynamo who absolutely nothing, no matter how large, could rattle, sidetrack or damage. The woman had put multitasking on the map, doing it long before it ever had a label affixed to it.
Something was really, really wrong.
“I’m going to stay calm. I’m going to stay calm,” Kelsey said over and over again under her breath as if it were some sort of soothing mantra.
Glancing at the speedometer, Kelsey realized that she was going fifteen miles over the speed limit. Instead of slowing down, she looked in her rearview mirror, searching for police. As far as she could see, not a single police car or motorcycle was in sight.
