Shadow Point Deputy
One deputy wants to keep her safe. Another wants her dead. Rita Horn doesn’t know the identity of the uniform-wearing criminal targeting her. But Officer Cole Garrett vows to bring the rogue deputy to justice. Strong, sexy and determined to protect, the heroic cop sparks feelings in Rita that she can’t deny….
Читать Shadow Point Deputy онлайн беплатно
One deputy wants to keep her safe.
Another one wants her dead.
Rita Horn doesnât know the identity of the uniform-wearing criminal targeting her. But Officer Cole Garrett vows to bring the rogue deputyâwhoever he isâto justice. Strong, sexy and determined to protect, the heroic cop sparks feelings in Rita that she canât deny, even as the danger swells around them.
Garrett Valor
JULIE ANNE LINDSEY is a multi-genre author who writes the stories that keep her up at night. Sheâs a self-proclaimed nerd with a penchant for words and proclivity for fun. Julie lives in rural Ohio with her husband and three small children. Today, she hopes to make someone smile. One day she plans to change the world. Julie is a member of the International Thriller Writers and Sisters in Crime. Learn more about Julie Anne Lindsey at julieannelindsey.com.
ISBN: 978-1-474-09352-1
SHADOW POINT DEPUTY
© 2018 Tyler Anne Snell
Published in Great Britain 2019
by Mills & Boon, an imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers 1 London Bridge Street, London, SE1 9GF
All rights reserved including the right of reproduction in whole or in part in any form. This edition is published by arrangement with Harlequin Books S.A.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, locations and incidents are purely fictional and bear no relationship to any real life individuals, living or dead, or to any actual places, business establishments, locations, events or incidents. Any resemblance is entirely coincidental.
By payment of the required fees, you are granted the non-exclusive, non-transferable right and licence to download and install this e-book on your personal computer, tablet computer, smart phone or other electronic reading device only (each a âLicensed Deviceâ) and to access, display and read the text of this e-book on-screen on your Licensed Device. Except to the extent any of these acts shall be permitted pursuant to any mandatory provision of applicable law but no further, no part of this e-book or its text or images may be reproduced, transmitted, distributed, translated, converted or adapted for use on another file format, communicated to the public, downloaded, decompiled, reverse engineered, or stored in or introduced into any information storage and retrieval system, in any form or by any means, whether electronic or mechanical, now known or hereinafter invented, without the express written permission of publisher.
® and ⢠are trademarks owned and used by the trademark owner and/or its licensee. Trademarks marked with ® are registered with the United Kingdom Patent Office and/or the Office for Harmonisation in the Internal Market and in other countries.
Dedicated to cat ladies.
You are my people.
Contents
Rita Horn parked her new pickup truck in the muddy gravel lot across from the docks. She dragged a bag of dry kibble from the bed and squinted at a dozen feline silhouettes framed by the sunset. It was a shame so many cats were homeless in Shadow Point. Sheâd take them all in if she could, but the three she already had were sure to protest.
âHere, kitty, kitty,â she called, shivering against the brisk autumn breeze. Feeding the strays seemed a decent compromise to adopting them all, but it didnât minimize the guilt she experienced every time she stopped to check on them. If they had to be on their own, she supposed the abandoned factories along the waterfront made a decent haven. There was camaraderie, no natural predators and plenty of mice to sustain them when Rita worked late and missed her usual stop.
The cats swarmed her ankles as she rounded the buildingâs edge, mewling and climbing over one another to get to the food. She stopped at a line of cement bowls sheâd purchased from a local landscaper when the pet store versions had insisted on blowing away.
âWhoâs hungry?â She tipped the bag over the bowls, filling each to its rim. âAh-ah-ah.â She nudged a growling pair apart. âNo fighting. Thereâs plenty for everyone.â
The bag was nearly empty when a latecomer trotted into view. The little orange-and-white tabby had something smeared over its face and down one side.
âWhat is that?â Rita crouched for a closer look. Deep crimson streaks flattened the kittyâs fur into matted stripes. Rita clutched her chest. âMy poor baby. What happened to you?â She reached for the tabby, but he jumped free with a hiss. It was easy to forget many of the cats were feral, not abandoned. It had taken weeks to get some to come out and see her at dinnertime. She clucked her tongue and extended a hand with the last of the kibble on her palm. The little guy wouldnât survive long with an injury that had bled so much. He needed the wound cleaned, antibiotics and probably stitches.
