Loving Baby
This sexy tycoon has it all.So why is he searching for a baby?To Suzy Simmons, James Callahan is just the sexy-as-hell millionaire from her past. But when he draws her into his investigation of a murder they must race against time, and face unseen danger.
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This sexy tycoon has everything... So why is he searching for a baby?
To Chief Deputy Suzy Simmons, James Callahan is the dark-haired, sexy-as-hell millionaire with abs from her past. But despite his megacharm and killer body, Suzy deeply distrusts him when he draws her into his investigation of a criminalâs murder. The courageous beauty is determined to get answers, not come-ons. As they race against time, James and Suzy face unseen danger with their caseâand heartsâheating up.
The Protectors of Riker County
TYLER ANNE SNELL genuinely loves all genres of the written word. However, sheâs realized that she loves books filled with sexual tension and mysteries a little more than the rest. Her stories have a good dose of both. Tyler lives in Alabama with her same-named husband and their mini âlions.â When she isnât reading or writing, sheâs playing video games and working on her blog, Almost There. To follow her shenanigans, visit www.tylerannesnell.com.
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ISBN: 978-1-474-07859-7
LOVING BABY
© 2018 Tyler Anne Snell
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 for Holli Anne. Iâve been waiting for a heroine that I thought youâd be proud of, and I think Suzy is it! Sheâs an awesome mom, an amazing person and is stronger than even she knows. Basically a rock-star human, like you! Thank you for being my beautiful, rule-breaking moth and also the best Anne out there. Love you to the moon and back, Perkins/Knope!
Contents
âWell, this isnât good.â
Suzanne Simmons looked down at the body with a growing sense of dread. It wasnât strong enough to scatter her thoughts or turn her stomach cold, but it did warrant a worried glance at Detective Matt Walker, standing next to her. His face was hard, his eyes sharp as they scanned the dead man at their feet. He crouched down.
âNo, this isnât good at all,â he agreed. âNot if thatâs Gardner Todd.â
They lapsed into thoughtful silence as each did their own private inspection of the man without touching him. He was in his midthirties, white and dressed in work coveralls. His boots were new but dirty, with maybe a few weeksâ use. He had a tattoo peeking out at his wrist, a silver ring on his right index finger and three bullets in his belly.
But if it was Gardner Todd, then his death was the least of their worries.
âI guess that, for once, our department of front porch justice got it right,â Matt said after a moment. âOur caller did hear gunshots and not a car backfiring.â
The detective was referring to the older woman named June who had called in to the Riker County Sheriffâs Department, swearing up and down sheâd heard a gunfight at the abandoned warehouse two blocks over from her house. Both buildings were on the outskirts of Carpenter, Alabama, and that put the issue square in the sheriffâs departmentâs jurisdiction.
