The Sheriff Of Wickham Falls
Sometimes love is right next doorDeputy Sheriff Seth Collier is content to serve and protect the citizens of Wickham Falls…until the sexy ex-marine meets his new next door neighbour. Dr Natalia Hawkins left the big-city for a small town practice.And while Seth is everything her nasty ex wasn’t…Natalia’s head says leave him in the friend zone. But her heart says this may be a second chance at love…
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But sometimes love is right next door.
Deputy Sheriff Seth Collier is content to serve and protect the citizens of Wickham Falls...until the sexy ex-marine meets his new next-door neighbor. Dr. Natalia Hawkins left the big-city ER for a small-town practice. And while Seth is everything her nasty ex wasnât...Nataliaâs head says to leave him in the friend zone. But her heart says this may be a second chance at love.
Since 1988, national bestselling author ROCHELLE ALERS has written more than eighty books and short stories. She has earned numerous honors, including the Zora Neale Hurston Award, the Vivian Stephens Award for Excellence in Romance Writing and a Career Achievement Award from RT Book Reviews. She is a member of Zeta Phi Beta Sorority, Inc., Iota Theta Zeta Chapter. A full-time writer, she lives in a charming hamlet on Long Island. Rochelle can be contacted through her website, www.rochellealers.org.
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THE SHERIFF OF WICKHAM FALLS
© 2018 Rochelle Alers
Published in Great Britain 2018
by Mills & Boon, an imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers 1 London Bridge Street, London, SE1 9GF
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The Sheriff of Wickham Falls is dedicated to
my three brothers and late fatherâ all of whom honorably served in the US military.
Contents
Tap! Tap! Tap!
Natalia Hawkins opened one eye and then the other, and stared up at the ceiling in her bedroom; staccato tapping had jolted her out of her much-needed sleep, and she wasnât ready to accept that sheâd moved into a house with a woodpecker living in a tree on the property.
Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap!
There it was again. After sitting up and sweeping off the sheet and lightweight blanket, Natalia swung her legs over the side of the bed. As soon as her bare feet touched the floor, she knew she would be up for the day. As a former ER doctor working in an overcrowded, understaffed Philadelphia municipal hospital, she was used to performing her duties on limited amounts of sleep.
She had believed Wickham Falls, a remote town in the Appalachian Mountains boasting a population of less than five thousand residents, was a place where she would no longer be jolted awake by honking horns from bumper-to-bumper rush hour traffic, the wailing of emergency vehiclesâ sirens or her name coming through the hospitalâs loudspeakers. She had left the noise of a large metropolitan city behind to get a peaceful nightâs sleep, only to be awakened by an annoying bird.
Natalia opened the blinds and bright early morning sunlight flooded the space. Her gaze lingered on boxes lined up against a wall that were filled with linens, blankets, clothes and shoes. There also were boxes in the smaller bedroom, the kitchen, bathroom, and living and dining rooms. It had taken less than six weeks for her to box up her life to leave behind all that was familiar to move and become a small-town family doctorâsomething she had always wanted, even before graduating medical school.
