The Deputy's Baby
Danger brought them back together. Will a secret baby tear them apart?Deputy Henry Ward is hoping to escape painful memories. Until danger brings Cassie Gates back into his life. He hasn’t forgotten their night together. And now that he’s seen her—pregnant with his child—Henry knows he’s fighting more than his past. He’s fighting for his future.
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DANGER BROUGHT THEM BACK TOGETHER.
WILL A SECRET BABY TEAR THEM APART?
As the newest deputy in town, Henry Ward is hoping to escape painful memories. Then a rain of bullets brings his history rising up again, throwing Cassie Gates directly into his path. He hasnât forgotten their night together, seven months ago. And now that heâs seen herâpregnant with his childâHenry knows heâs fighting more than his past. Heâs fighting for his future.
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TYLER ANNE SNELL genuinely loves all genres of the written word. However, sheâs realized that she loves books illed 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 tylerannesnell.com.
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ISBN: 978-1-474-07919-8
THE DEPUTYâS BABY
© 2018 Tyler Anne Snell
Published in Great Britain 2018
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This book is for Marjorie and Annmarie. You two have been by my side, rooting for me since before I could remember. Even now you two are my own personal cheerleaders, and I couldnât ask for anyone better! You might have a dedication in this book but know that you help me write every single one. Love you!
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âListen, I need you to buy me a drink.â
Henry Ward put his beer bottle back on the barâs top and glanced at the couple next to him. Well, considering what the woman just told the man, he guessed they werenât a couple at all. It was well past the afternoon, but the bar hadnât yet filled up. If he hadnât been so focused on mentally prepping for what he had to do the next day, he probably would have noticed that he and his bar stool companion werenât alone.
âSay what?â the man next to Henry asked. He had a slight slur that sounded like he was trying to talk through a coat of syrup. That wasnât exactly surprising considering Henry had watched him down four very potent drinks within the last hour. Ones that had no color other than dark brown and could be smelled a few feet away. The woman must not have had the chance to catch on to the fumes yet or just hadnât registered the slur. Or maybe she didnât care. Either way, it wasnât his business.
Yet he couldnât help keeping an ear turned to the conversation.
âI need you to pretend that you bought me a drink, I should say,â the woman was quick to add. There was some hesitation in her words, but she took the bar stool on the other side of the man, three seats down from Henry.
