Pride And Pregnancy. Sarah M. Anderson

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      He stepped in closer and whispered in her ear, “Outside.”

      For a second, neither of them moved. She could feel the heat of his body and she had an almost overwhelming urge to kiss the finger resting against her lips.

      What was it about this man that turned her into a schoolgirl with a crush? She still had no idea what he did in his spare time or whether or not it broke any state or federal laws. And there was the unavoidable fact that acting on any lust would be a conflict of interest.

      They were actively on a case, for crying out loud.

      So instead of leaning into his touch or wrapping her arms around his waist and pulling him in tight, she nodded and pulled away.

      It was harder than she thought it would be.

      Pride and Pregnancy

      Sarah M. Anderson

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

      SARAH M. ANDERSON may live east of the Mississippi River, but her heart lies out west. A Man of Privilege won an RT Book Reviews 2012 Reviewers’ Choice Best Book Award. The Nanny Plan was a 2016 RITA® Award winner for Contemporary Romance: Short.

      Sarah spends her days talking with imaginary cowboys and billionaires. Find out more about Sarah’s heroes at www.sarahmanderson.com and sign up for the new-release newsletter at www.eepurl.com/nv39b.

      To Dorliss Jones and Lynn Orr,

      who were wonderful next-door neighbors to my grandmother and have read every book. You’ve been asking for Yellow Bird for years—so here he is!

      Contents

       Cover

       Back Cover Text

       Introduction

       Title Page

       About the Author

       Dedication

       One

       Two

       Three

       Four

       Five

       Six

       Seven

       Eight

       Nine

       Ten

       Eleven

       Twelve

       Thirteen

       Fourteen

       Fifteen

       Sixteen

       Seventeen

       Epilogue

       Extract

       Copyright

       One

      “Judge Jennings?”

      Caroline looked up, but instead of seeing her clerk, Andrea, she saw a huge bouquet of flowers.

      “Good Lord,” Caroline said, standing to take in the magnitude of the bouquet. Andrea was completely invisible behind the mass of roses and lilies and carnations and Caroline couldn’t even tell what else. It was, hands-down, the biggest bunch of flowers she’d ever seen. Andrea needed two hands to carry it. “Where did those come from?”

      Because Caroline couldn’t imagine anyone sending her flowers. She’d only been at her position as a judge in the Eighth Circuit Court in Pierre, South Dakota, for СКАЧАТЬ