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Colton Cowboy Protector. Beth Cornelison
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isbn 9781474029346
Автор произведения Beth Cornelison
Серия Mills & Boon Romantic Suspense
Издательство HarperCollins
Tracy swallowed audibly. She wasn’t going to lie to him.
Especially since she’d so obviously enjoyed his kiss. And because she desperately wanted his trust.
“I didn't want my purpose for being here, my wish to know Seth, to get tangled up in what I was feeling toward you.”
“And I didn't want my desire for you to cloud my judgment of your purpose. But you showed me today—” he whispered as he trailed kisses along the line of her jaw and throat “—that you have an incredible core of strength. No matter how fragile … your appearance, you proved … you are no pushover.”
Though his compliment warmed her heart, her gut tightened. She squeezed her eyes closed, feeling like a fraud. “I didn’t feel strong,” she admitted. “I felt horribly vulnerable.” She tightened her grip around his shoulders as the chilling horror of those moments washed through her again. She buried her head under his chin, her ear pressed to his breastbone and shivered. “I did what I had to to protect Seth, but … I was scared to death.”
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Colton Cowboy Protector
Beth Cornelison
BETH CORNELISON started writing stories as a child when she penned a tale about the adventures of her cat, Ajax. A Georgia native, she received her bachelor’s degree in public relations from the University of Georgia. After working in public relations for a little more than a year, she moved with her husband to Louisiana, where she decided to pursue her love of writing fiction.
Since that first time, Beth has written many more stories of adventure and romantic suspense and has won numerous honors for her work, including a coveted Golden Heart Award in romantic suspense from Romance Writers of America. She is active on the board of directors for the North Louisiana Storytellers and Authors of Romance (NOLA STARS) and loves reading, traveling, Peanuts’ Snoopy and spending downtime with her family.
She writes from her home in Louisiana, where she lives with her husband, one son and two cats who think they are people. Beth loves to hear from her readers. You can write to her at PO Box 5418, Bossier City, LA 71171, USA, or visit her website, bethcornelison.com.
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To my family, the whole loving, supportive, often goofy bunch of you!
Thank you to Deborah Boyd, who won the chance to have her kitty Oh La La Sleek (Sleekie) memorialized in this book through the Brenda Novak Auction for the Cure.
Contents
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
The man reminded her of a wolf. His pale eyes held a feral quality, his heavily graying black hair was shaggy and thick, and his thin, sloped nose brought to mind a canine muzzle. She shivered as he slid into the front seat next to her, but his wild appearance boded well. She needed him to be the deadly predator he resembled. The two-faced mouse that had ruined her life and stolen her child from her needed to pay.
They’d parked in the farthest corner of the parking lot outside the range of the security cameras. She knew the spot was safe, because she’d checked the surveillance tapes herself. As it was after hours, few cars were left in the lot, and darkness added another layer of cover.
She slid the wolf man a file and gave him a hard stare. “I hired you because I was told you’re the best. Naturally, discretion is of utmost importance. This can’t be traced back to me or my husband.”
“Naturally,” he deadpanned. He reached into his front shirt pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. Tapping one out, he flicked a silver lighter and lit his smoke. The tip glowed red like an evil eye in the dark.
She balled her hands in her lap, watching him uneasily as he flipped through the file. “I’ll want proof when the job is