The Deputy's Witness
Just do your job—protect the witness without falling for her.Former city cop Caleb Foster hopes playing by the rules will clear his record so he can get transferred far away from small-town Carpenter, Alabama. But one look into the terrified eyes of a beautiful witness and he'll make it his mission to protect her, no matter what it takes…Alyssa Garner thought testifying against a trio of lethal bank robbers would finally end her months-long nightmare. Now Caleb is the only person she can trust when she and other witnesses become targets. She can't resist him—or the secrets he won't reveal. But someone driven by obsession is ahead of their every move…and won't stop till she's the ultimate prize..
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âJust do your jobâprotect the witness without falling for her.â
Former city cop Caleb Foster hopes playing by the rules will clear his record so he can get transferred far away from small-town Carpenter, Alabama. But one look into the terrified eyes of a beautiful witness and heâll make it his mission to protect her, no matter what it takesâ¦
Alyssa Garner thought testifying against a trio of lethal bank robbers would finally end her months-long nightmare. Now Caleb is the only person she can trust when she and other witnesses become targets. She canât resist himâor the secrets he wonât reveal. But someone driven by obsession is ahead of their every moveâ¦and wonât stop till sheâs the ultimate prize.
The Protectors of Riker County
âAlyssa, all you have to do is hold on to me and Iâll get us out of this.â
She shook her head. Her blue eyes didnât drop their stare. It finally clicked in place for Caleb. He should have realized why she was so terrified.
An overwhelming wave of feeling surged through him. Without a second thought he angled her face up. Then he met her mouth with his own.
The kiss was meant to distract Alyssa from her fear, to give her something else to focus on. Caleb also hoped it reminded her that he was there, down in the trenches with her. That, no matter what, heâd get her to safety.
Yet all thoughts and intentions fell away as the warmth of Alyssaâs lips pressed against his. Those pink, pink lips aroused something almost primal in Caleb. He wanted it to last. He wanted herâ¦
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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The rain slapped the windshield in such fierce bursts that Alyssa Garner almost decided not to go into the bank at all.
She moved her glasses up to the bridge of her nose and peered out the window, analyzing the few feet between her car door and the overhang of the Waller Street Credit Unionâs awning. If she used the two-week-old Carpenter Times sheâd thrown on the back seat floorboard as a makeshift umbrella, she might not get soaked to the bone.
Alyssa looked down at her outfit. She worked at Jeffries & Sons Remodeling, and apart from being the only employee who was not a Jeffries, she was the only one who ran the day-to-day operations pertaining to the physical office. That meant she was the first person anyone saw when they walked through the front door. Even though she wasnât a Jeffries or a son, she played a big part in creating a first impression of the small business. Which meant she was currently wearing a finely pressed white blouse, a pencil skirt and black heels that boosted her height considerably. An outfit that didnât match with the downpour outside.
She sucked on her bottom lip, considering the option of forgoing the bank run until the next day. But just as quickly as she had the thought, she sighed, defeated. While corporations and bigger businesses might be able to push off making weighty deposits by just one day, places like Jeffries couldnât afford the delay. Alyssa took her cell phone out of her purse and slid it between the waist of her skirt and her stomach. Some women couldnât go anywhere without their purses. Alyssa was that way about her phone. She blamed her sister, Gabby, for that. Whenever Alyssa pointed out that Gabby always had her phone, her little sister would snap back with a simple, yet effective stance.
âThe one time you donât have it is the one time youâll need it the most.â
It was hard to argue with logic like that.
Alyssa adjusted the phone against her so it wasnât noticeable, put the deposit bag beneath one arm and grabbed the newspaper. Thunder crashed loudly overhead, but Alyssa crossed the divide between her car and the bankâs front door without getting swept away in the storm.
However, her glasses fogged the moment the wet air pressed against her. She paused in front of the glass double door to take them off before walking inside. She hated waiting for them to defog, looking like some kind of klutz. She didnât need help in that department when it came to her vision. Alyssa was one of those people who couldnât survive without her glasses or contacts. That is, unless the world decided to orbit within an inch of her nose.
