Colton's Twin Secrets
A cop and Colton nanny come under fireOfficer Dante Mancuso pursues justice with only the company of his K-9 partner. But when tragedy strikes, the bewildered bachelor winds up with custody of his infant nieces.Desperate for help, Dante hires heiress Gemma Colton to help him care for the little girls. As they grow closer, caring for the babies, shadows from their respective pasts threaten their growing bond.
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A K-9 cop and Colton nanny come under fire
A Coltons of Red Ridge romance
Officer Dante Mancuso pursues justice with only the company of his K-9 partner. But when tragedy strikes, the bewildered bachelor winds up with custody of his infant nieces. Desperate for help, Dante hires heiress Gemma Colton to help him care for the little girls. As they grow closer caring for the babies, shadows from their respective pasts threaten their growing bond.
JUSTINE DAVIS lives on Puget Sound in Washington State, watching big ships and the occasional submarine go by and sharing the neighbourhood with assorted wildlife, including a pair of bald eagles, deer, a bear or two and a tailless raccoon. In the few hours when sheâs not planning, plotting or writing her next book, her favorite things are photography, knitting her way through a huge yarn stash and driving her restored 1967 Corvette roadsterâtop down, of course.
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COLTONâS TWIN SECRETS
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This oneâs for readers in one of my favorite states,
South Dakota. Donât go looking for Red Ridge, for itâs entirely from imagination. But youâll know that. Enjoy the ride anyway. And hereâs to SD, indeed Great Faces, Great Places!
Contents
Hope.
What a foolâs game.
K9 officer Dante Mancuso stood in the doorway of the small apartment, wondering why on earth he felt the slightest twinge of hope that this time it might be different, this time they might actually find something. Anything. Trying to link the Teflon Twins, Evan and Noel Larson, to their multitude of crimes had so far been like trying to break Flash of sniffing.
As if the big dog had heard the thought, he looked up, leaned his head against Danteâs leg and gave him that mournful look out of the saddest eyes heâd ever seen. His heart and gut reacted for a moment before his brain kicked in to remind him he was being played.
âOh, no, you donât,â Dante muttered to the bloodhound.
With a long, pained sigh that matched the expression on his wrinkled face, the dog plopped down on the floor.
âYouâll get your turn when theyâre done,â Dante told him. The black-and-tan dog gave him what in a person would be a distinct side-eye look. âWhat? You donât like Mondays or you canât sort out a few extra smells?â
With a distinct huff, the dog settled his head onto his front paws.
A man in uniform stepped through the door, pulling off his shoe covers and latex gloves. Al Collins was fairly new, a lateral transfer from down in Custer, still in training here, and Dante didnât quite have his measure yet.
