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Two bodies and counting…  A hit man on the prowl…

Los Marcos County Sheriff Vincent Tate stands for law and order. Always has. Absolutely nothing deters him from this mission. Not even his cheating wife who ran away with one of the bank VPs. More and more, Vince is drawn to his old love, sexy-as-sin pharmacist Abby Fields who’s come back to Kenton Valley to run her late father’s drug store. But he’s not free.

Inevitably, they are pulled together the same day an intruder breaks into Abby’s home and two bodies are discovered on Vince’s ranch, complicating and threatening everything. With their lives and his job on the line, he’ll do whatever it takes to find the killer and win Abby’s heart for once and for all.

HUNTED
Hill Country Lawmen: 1
Genre: Contemporary Western, Romantic Suspense,
Cover art: Marie-Nicole Ryan
Published May 2016, Ryandale Publishing
ASIN: B01FIRKHCK
eISBN: 9781533771421
Print ISBN: 9781533213198

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EXCERPT

Abby squared her shoulders and leveled a sharp look at the EMT. “Suzanne Griggs, I know it’s my brain. I helped you study for your EMT exams, and don’t you forget it.”

Vince held back a groan. “Enough, ladies! I need to find out what happened here. Abby?”

Abby held up a finger. “One minute, Sheriff.” She turned to Griggs. “I’ll be fine, but if I experience nausea, blurred vision, or increased pain, I’ll take myself to the ER.” With a sweet smile, she turned back to Vince. “Okay. I’m ready to answer your questions.”

The assault hadn’t done much to dampen Abby’s attitude. She’d always been on the lively side. He jerked his head in the direction of the house. “Let’s sit on the porch. We can talk there.”

Her gaze caught his. “The porch? Wanna sit on the swing, too? I seem to remember…” Her voice trailed off, her meaning clear.

Damn. Now why had he chosen the porch to question her? The same wide porch with the same seductive swing where they’d necked as teenagers. Damn. Why couldn’t he keep from thinking about the old days?

“Chair’ll be fine,” he said, his tone gruff. Keep your mind on the business at hand.

She walked ahead of him on the flagstone walkway. Her almost black hair, cut shorter than when they were in high school, skimmed the collar of her red top. Red—her best color. Tan slacks encased her long legs and fit her hips just tight enough.

Those long legs and how they’d wrapped around his waist their first time together—the first time for both of them as it turned out. There was no way he could keep his mind on anything but her. He swore under his breath.

She looked over her shoulder. “What was that?”

“Nothin’.”

“If you say so.” She shrugged, giving him a playful glance.

“Have a seat.” Remaining standing, he pulled out his case notepad.

She sat on a flowery cushioned chair. She shot him a wry smile. “You know this is the most you’ve had to say to me since the night you told me you’d arrested my father’s killer.”

“Tell me what happened,” he said, ignoring her comment. The past was the past. Better left that way.

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