Colton's Christmas Cop
A rookie cop's mistletoe mission Layla Colton would do anything for her family company—even marry a man she doesn’t love. But when she’s framed for a crime she didn’t commit, Layla has more to worry about than wedding bells.Officer Hunter Black is on the case. Can he rescue Layla from the deadly shadows threatening to engulf Red Ridge?
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A rookie copâs mistletoe mission
A Coltons of Red Ridge romance
Layla Colton would do anything for her familyâs companyâeven marry a man she doesnât love. But when sheâs framed for a crime she didnât commit, Layla has more to worry about than wedding bells. Officer Hunter Black and his K-9 companion are on the case. Can they rescue Layla from the deadly shadows threatening to engulf Red Ridge?
KAREN WHIDDON started weaving fanciful tales for her younger brothers at the age of eleven. Amid the gorgeous Catskill Mountains, then the majestic Rocky Mountains, she fueled her imagination with the natural beauty surrounding her. Karen now lives in north Texas, writes full-time and volunteers for a boxer dog rescue. She shares her life with her hero of a husband and four to five dogs, depending on if she is fostering. You can email Karen at [email protected]. Fans can also check out her website, karenwhiddon.com.
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ISBN: 978-1-474-07950-1
COLTONâS CHRISTMAS COP
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To all the dedicated dog rescuers everywhere.
Itâs hard to see what mankind is capable of, but so rewarding to have a small part in helping an animal heal and find love again.
Contents
Layla Colton ran the numbers one final time. No doubt about itâthis sale would send Colton Energyâs stock through the roof, which would definitely help their sagging bottom line.
It was well after midnight, and the November dark outside carried the chill of winter. Everyone else in the building had gone home hours ago, but Layla considered her office her sanctuary, while the lavish condo where she actually lived felt more like an impersonal hotel room than anything else. She only went there to sleep, shower and eat, preferring to spend as much time as possible here, in her corner office on the executive floor of her fatherâs company.
Stifling a yawn, she rubbed the back of her aching neck. She needed to straighten up her desk and head home to catch a few hoursâ sleep before coming back in the morning.
As she tidied up, her private line rang, the single, long buzz that indicated an internal call. She pressed the button for Speaker, curiosity warring with impatience. âYes?â
âSecurity here, maâam. I have a couple officers from Red Ridge Police Department asking to see you.â
To see her? At nearly one oâclock in the morning? Had something happened to one of her cousins, many of whom worked at the RRPD as K9 officers? Laylaâs stomach twisted, and she took a deep gulp of air to help her stay calm.
âSend them up,â she ordered, careful that her cool tone betrayed none of her trepidation. Sheâd learned the hard way what a mistake it could be to display the tiniest bit of weakness. There would always be someone watching and waiting for the chance to take her down.
