Lone Wolf Standing
A THRILLING CLIMAXMaybe it’s just her imagination, but Sheri Marcoli’s convinced she’s being watched. With the disappearance of her aunt still unsolved, Detective Jimmy Carmani’s not taking any chances. Sticking close to the vulnerable beauty isn’t just a job for him – she’s awakening feelings he thought he never possessed.But the powerful attraction Sheri feels towards Jimmy is scaring her almost as much as her stalker. The dark-eyed detective is nothing like the golden-haired prince she’s waited for all her life. As Sheri struggles to resist her overpowering desire, an evil madman is closing in…on both of them.
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âOh ⦠I didnât know you were in here.â
Jimmy secured his towel as she remained standing in the doorway. Her nightgown clung to her curves like a second skin.
âSheri.â His voice sounded half-strangled as a wave of immense want roared through him. âYou need to back away and close the door.â
And still she remained in place, as if waiting. But waiting for what?
âSheri, if you donât leave now I wonât be responsible for my actions.â
âI donât think I want you to be responsible for your actions right now. I donât even think I want to be responsible for my own actions right now.â
She took his hand and placed it on her racing heart.
âWhat are we doing, Sheri?â he asked.
âI donât know, but I donât want to stop.â
Iâve enjoyed my time in Wolf Creek, Pennsylvania, and I hope youâve enjoyed it, too. However, I couldnât leave the area without Sheri Marcoli finally finding her prince. Unfortunately, with her aunt Liz still missing and danger closing in, the last thing on Sheriâs mind is romance.
Detective Jimmy Carmani is no prince, but heâs determined that no harm will come to the gentle Sheri. Even though both of his partners have found love with Sheriâs two sisters, heâs not looking for a trifecta.
I found my prince years ago. He was shorter than Iâd expected, but just the right height for us to fit together perfectly when we danced. He has a perfect falsetto for old fifties songs and makes me laugh more than anyone else in my life. Heâs my rock when Iâm weak and I canât imagine my life without him by my side.
I couldnât do less for Sheri. I hope you enjoy reading about how she found the special man who would be her prince for the rest of her life.
Happy reading!
Carla Cassidy
CARLA CASSIDY is an award-winning author who has written more than one hundred books for Mills & Boon. In 1995 she won Best Silhouette Romance from RT Book Reviews for Anything for Danny. In 1998 she won a Career Achievement Award for Best Innovative Series from RT Book Reviews.
Carla believes the only thing better than curling up with a good book to read is sitting down at the computer with a good story to write. Sheâs looking forward to writing many more books and bringing hours of pleasure to readers.
To Frank, My New York Italian prince. Thank you for loving me.
Contents
The Prince of Philly
Jimmy Carmani was halfway from the police station to his apartment when his radio crackled and dispatcher Erin Taylorâs melodic voice filled his car. âJimmy, where are you?â she asked.
âJust about home. Why? Whatâs up?â
âI just got a call from Travis Brooks and he says heâs being held at gunpoint by Sheri Marcoli at her place. You want to check it out?â
âOn my way,â Jimmy replied, wondering if his voice held the utter shock that swept through him. The idea of Sheri Marcoli holding Travis at gunpoint was stunning. The idea of Sheri holding anyone at gunpoint was ludicrous. It had to be a mistake.
He remembered a year ago when somebody had called into the station to say that Sarah Fisher, one of the women from the nearby Amish community, was beating a man to death with a hoe.
Jimmy and his partners Frank Delaney and Steve Kincaid had sped to the scene where they found Sarah using a hoe to beat a rug hanging on a clothesline.
This had to be something similar. There was no way that Jimmy would believe that sweet, caring, petite Sheri Marcoli even owned a gun.
His apartment was just off the main drag of the small town of Wolf Creek, Pennsylvania, but he headed in the opposite direction, turning onto a road that would take him up into the mountains where Sheriâs small house was located on five acres of thick woods.
Jimmy had only been there once about two months ago and that had been because of the ongoing investigation into the disappearance of Sheriâs aunt. It had been a little over three months since Liz Marcoli had disappeared from her home. Sheâd just vanished and while the case was being investigated as a criminal one, there had been no real clues and it was on its way to becoming a very cold case.
Liz Marcoli was the last thing on Jimmyâs mind as he veered onto a narrow gravel road. It was far more likely that Travis Brooks, the owner of the Wolfâs Head Tavern, had gotten himself liquored up and was holding a gun on Sheri for some unknown reason.
This thought forced his foot down harder on the gas pedal, making rocks ping against the underside of his car. Of the three Marcoli sisters, Sheri was the youngest and the smallest and although Travis rarely got a snoutful of his own products, it wasnât unheard of.
