Serve. Protect. Donât fall in love...
Rookie cop Kelly Jenkins thought that saving a terrified little boy from his abductors was the end of the story. It wasnât. With the kidnappers on the loose and the child clinging to her as his âmommy,â Kelly is pulled into a world of wealth and privilege.
Arrogant, handsome billionaire Trey Wentworth is the boyâs father, and a pain in her working-class butt. Yet even as the threats against Trey and Kelly mount, attraction blazes between them. Leaving now would place them all in peril. But the longer she stays, the more Kelly risks losing herselfâand her heartâin a world where she doesnât belong.
âThis might be a little above and beyond your normal duty...â
Uncomfortable under Trey Wentworthâs scrutiny, Kelly looked out the tinted windows and noted the ferry had pushed away from the dock. Wow. She was on her way to Collins Island. Imagine that. Sheâd always been curious about the legendary place.
âI apologize if I insulted you by offering you money,â Wentworth said in a low voice. âPlease forgive me.â
âDonât worry about it,â Kelly said. âA hot shower will be more than enough reward.â
âOh, I think we can do better than that,â he said, and smiled a lazy smile. Somehow a dangerous smile, Kelly thought.
This man was accustomed to getting his own way and doing exactly what he wanted.
Dear Reader,
Iâm thrilled about the publication of The Billionaireâs Son, the first book in my new miniseries, The Rookie Files. The Rookie Files will follow the journeys of five rookie cops who meet in police training, become friends, and then learn and grow in their law enforcement careers in Miami-Dade County, Florida. And of course they fall in love!
Kelly Jenkins, the heroine of The Billionaireâs Son, had a rough childhood but fought against the odds to achieve success. A police officer once helped her, and his assistance inspired her to become a cop and provide similar help to others.
When Kelly rescues Jason, the son of sexy billionaire Trey Wentworth, she has little use for the father since he appears to spend most of his time partying. But traumatized Jason clings to Kelly, and she canât say no to the child. Before she knows whatâs happening, sheâs living in Wentworth Villa where she solves the mystery of who kidnapped Jason. But she also needs to solve the mysteries of her own heart. How could she fall in love with a man who is her complete opposite?
I hope you enjoy Trey and Kellyâs story as much as I enjoyed writing it! I love to hear from readers. Please visit my website at sharonshartley.com.
Namaste,
Sharon
SHARON HARTLEY is so fascinated by cops and the dangerous people that complicate their world that she attends every citizensâ police academy she can find. Having worked as a court reporter for many years, Sharon plays âwhat ifâ on her old cases and comes up with fictional ways to inject them into her stories. After time on the computer creating plots where the bad guys try to hurt the good ones, she calms herself by teaching yoga, plus hiking and birding in the natural world. Sharon lives in St. Petersburg, Florida, with her soul mate, Max, hundreds of orchids and a Jack Russell Terrorist. Please visit her website at sharonshartley.com.
For law enforcement officers all over the world.
CHAPTER ONE
HER STRIDES LONG and sure, Kelly Jenkins picked up her speed as she turned into Peacock Park, confident she was on pace to beat her old time. Jazzed because she hadnât scored a personal best on her favorite morning run in monthsânot since sheâd entered the police academyâKelly pushed harder. That was the key to success.
The shade of the public pavilion with its promise of cool water came into view, but she refused to risk a glance down to her wrist chronometer. She might lose a second or two. Patience was another path to success. Sheâd know within two minutes.
âMommy!â
As the terrified wail of a small child registered, Kelly turned her head and spotted a young boy running toward her as fast as his little legs could churn. Two men chased him. She slowed her stride just before the child flung his arms around her thighs.
âMommy,â he sobbed. âMommy, Mommy.â
Knocked off balance, Kelly windmilled her arms to keep herself from falling and stared down at the boy clutching her as if she were a lifeline, guessing he was about four years old.