Falling For The Deputy. Amy Frazier
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Название: Falling For The Deputy
Автор: Amy Frazier
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Контркультура
Серия: Mills & Boon Cherish
isbn: 9781408950159
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Mack inhaled sharply as an
ugly thought began to dawn
“You were snooping around this afternoon, deliberately creating drama, which you knew would get back to me eventually, because you were ticked I wasn’t giving you my full attention. Maybe you thought you could find something you could use as—I hesitate to use the word blackmail—leverage?”
Chloe stuck her finger in the center of his chest. And pushed. “I’m not that kind of person. I was simply doing my job as best I could—alone—once it became evident you weren’t taking my assignment seriously. An assignment, I might remind you, your boss requested.”
When it looked as if she might poke him again, he took a step backward. “Lady, don’t try to throw your weight around. I’m bigger than you by a good hundred pounds.”
Chloe’s cheeks flamed red, making the freckles across her nose stand out. She pulled herself erect. “I’m not going away, Deputy Whittaker. I’m staying right here in town….”
Dear Reader,
This was a difficult story to write. Quite frankly, my personal life has been in turmoil for the past year. I’d get up every day and face the computer screen, wondering if I could help my hero and heroine with their lives when I was having such a difficult time with my own.
Deputy Sheriff Mack Whittaker is guilt ridden over an event in his past. His reaction is to shut down emotionally and throw himself into his job. Reporter Chloe Atherton harbors her own traumatic touchstone, but she feels confident that by pursuing the truth in the form of facts, she has her life under control. At one point in writing I found myself yelling at the computer screen, “Wake up! Control is merely an illusion!” Harsh. Even if you’re yelling at fictional characters.
So…if I wasn’t going to give these two the comfort of control, what was left to them? (And to me. Because, if you haven’t yet guessed, I was kinda countin’ on Mack and Chloe leading me out of my own personal wilderness.) The answer was as it always is: We survive—and thrive—by first opening our hearts.
As I helped my hero and heroine grasp that particular lifeline, I pulled myself to safety, as well.
Now I wish you love,
Amy Frazier
Falling for the Deputy
Amy Frazier
TORONTO • NEW YORK • LONDON
AMSTERDAM • PARIS • SYDNEY • HAMBURG
STOCKHOLM • ATHENS • TOKYO • MILAN • MADRID
PRAGUE • WARSAW • BUDAPEST • AUCKLAND
MILLS & BOON
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Having worked at various times as a teacher, a media specialist, a professional storyteller and a freelance artist, Amy Frazier now writes full-time. She lives in Georgia with her husband, two philosophical cats and one very rascally terrier-mix dog.
CONTENTS
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
EPILOGUE
CHAPTER ONE
THE TOP OF HIS HEAD was about to blow.
His mother had just called him—for the third time this morning—to ask if the reporter from the Western Carolina Sun had arrived in Applegate yet.
No.
Thank God.
Undeterred by his increasingly testy responses, Lily had insisted Mack bring the man or woman to supper at the farmhouse one night this week. For a nice down-home mix of business and pleasure, she’d said. That wasn’t going to happen. People, his mother chief among them, thought because Mack had joined AA and was back on the force, he was ready to rejoin the human race.
He wasn’t.
He still struggled to stay sober. Doing his job helped. Period.
To that end, Mack pulled his sheriff’s department cruiser to the side of the road behind a battered Yugo. He cast a glance over the wreck of a car. Primer paint in several hues covered all but one fender. The driver’s-side taillight was broken. Bumper stickers, some faded beyond legibility, littered the car’s sorry backside. Two caught his attention. The facts will set you free and Pray for peace; work for justice. Call him cynical, but it wasn’t that easy.
At first he’d thought the car was abandoned. It wasn’t unusual in the mountains, valleys and hollows of Colum County, North Carolina, to find stolen cars stripped and ditched by the side of an out-of-the-way road. But this Yugo—Mack doubted it would have appealed to a thief even in its heyday—had a current registration sticker on the plate. From his cruiser, he began a computer check.
As the door of the Yugo opened and the driver got out, Mack stopped mid-routine. Despite the glare of the midday sun, he instinctively ran a visual of the slender woman, who shaded her eyes with one hand. In the other she clutched a crumpled road map. She wore a button-up sweater that looked as if it had shrunk during washing, a faded ankle-length dress that had “church rummage sale” written all over it and black lace-up СКАЧАТЬ