Appalachian Abduction
Star-crossed lovers…Danger awaits them bothOfficer James Tedder can’t help but admire undercover detective Charlotte Helms. But when the pair are forced to become partners, can James trust her to have his back? And what about his heart?
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A small-town cop must protect
a beautiful rogue undercover detective.
Trespassing, fleeing a peace officer...hell, sheâd aimed a gun at his chest! Officer James Tedder canât help but admire her fight. And undercover detective Charlotte Helms will never quit. Sheâs on a personal mission: rescue her best friendâs daughter...and bust the child-trafficking ring that lured her away. When theyâre forced to become partners, James must trust Charlotte to have his back. But can he trust her with his heart?
DEBBIE HERBERT writes paranormal and romantic suspense novels reflecting her belief that love, like magic, casts its own spell of enchantment. A 2017 Rita finalist, sheâs always been fascinated by magic, romance and gothic stories. Married and living in Alabama, she roots for the Crimson Tide football team. Her eldest son, like many of her characters, has autism. Her youngest son is in the US Army. A past Maggie Award finalist in both young adult and paranormal romance, she loves to hear from readers!
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ISBN: 978-1-474-07864-1
APPALACHIAN ABDUCTION
© 2018 Debbie Herbert
Published in Great Britain 2018
by Mills & Boon, an imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers 1 London Bridge Street, London, SE1 9GF
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This book is dedicated to all my author friends who
help me, especially: Gwen Knight, Lexi George, Ash Fitzsimmons, Michelle Edwards, Tammy Lynn, Fran Holland and Audrey Jordan!
And, as always, to my husband, Tim, my dad,
J.W. Gainey, and my sons, Byron and Jacob.
Contents
Only one road climbed Blood Mountain to the exclusive Falling Rock community and its luxury mansions. But Charlotte had no interest in accessing the gated community through the pretty lane lined with oaks and vistas of manicured lawns and gardens.
No, the backside view of the swanky neighborhood was where sheâd find clues to the ugly mystery of Jennyâs whereabouts. And to get to this precious vantage point in the hollow, sheâd hiked a good two miles down from neighboring Lavender Mountain. She raised her binoculars and focused on the nearest cabinâs massive wooden deck.
Nobody milling about there.
She slanted them to the cabinâs impressive wall of windows, hoping to catch a glimpse of Jennyâor any other young teenage girl, for that matter. The bastards.
Still nothing.
But she wasnât discouraged. If nothing else, her career as an undercover cop had taught her patience. She waited and, after a few minutes, scanned the row of houses yet again before dropping the binoculars and taking a swig from her water bottle.
Faint voices rumbled through the air, low, deep and indecipherable. Quickly she raised the binoculars to search for the source. But the field glasses werenât necessary. Near the base of the cabin, only one hundred yards away, stood two men armed with shotguns and wearing walkie-talkies belted at their waists. Where had they come from?
