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The Lawman’s Lover

7 LawmanThe Lawman’s Lover

By: Lori King

A divorcee whose broken dreams are buried so deep she can’t remember where she put them anymore.

A Deputy Sheriff with a mountain of responsibilities weighing him down.

A fling. No strings attached. No plans for the future.

Until someone’s heart gets broken.

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Print Book: Included in Crawley Creek Volume 3



“Quick read full of attraction, self-doubt and a chance at love. The characters are strong, determined and have steamy chemistry. Colby knows what he wants but can he convince Beth they belong together? Great story! Must read!” – Amazon Reviewer




From The Lawman’s Lover

“Why are you out here in the guest house, rather than in the big house?” Colby asked. Her head jerked up, and she frowned. Regret showed on his face instantly. “Sorry, I guess that came out a little rude.”

“No, I’m just being silly. I moved out here after my divorce. We sold our house and split the money, and I wanted my privacy and personal space. No big deal. My parents were fine with it, and it’s worked out well. How is it living with your mom and your sister again?” she responded, bustling through the kitchen as she fixed a pot of coffee and carried it to the table.

“Rough,” he said with a snort. “After living with the guys in the Navy and then alone in San Francisco, sharing my space with Abby is like hell on Earth.”

She giggled. “Your sister has always been…unique.”

“What you mean is that she’s a bitch,” Colby said with a grin. “Don’t be afraid to tell it like it is. I love Abs to death, but she’s always had a prissy attitude, thinking she’s better than most. Mama spoiled her rotten after our dad died. I think it was because Abby was so little.”

Elizabeth wasn’t really sure what to say, so she sipped her coffee, hissing when the liquid scorched her tongue. The cup jostled in her hands as she rushed to set it down, and more boiling coffee spilled onto her fingers. “Ouch!”

“Aw, no, Bethie. Damn, that’s gotta hurt.” Colby’s large hands engulfed her injured digits, and he drew them to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss on the reddened flesh.

The gesture was meant to be soothing; instead, the touch of his soft lips on her skin sent fire coursing through her veins. She heard herself squeak in protest, but she didn’t move a single muscle to withdraw from his grip. Their eyes clashed as his mouth hovered near her hand, and a slow predatory smile curled his lips upward. “Are you okay, sugar? Should I kiss it again?”

Elizabeth shook her head no, but her mouth couldn’t form the words. She was terrified she’d beg him to do more than kiss her finger. Colby lowered her hand but didn’t release it as he stared deeply into her eyes.

“Do you hurt anywhere else, Bethie?” he murmured, and she whimpered softly. She should pull her hand away. She should stand up and tell him it was time for him to go. She should…

“I burned my tongue.”

That was not at all what she meant to do.

Colby’s eyes darkened from a coffee-brown to nearly black, and his smile widened. “I can’t turn down that opportunity.”

He brought them together slowly enough that she could have pulled away or even stopped him with just one word, but instead she drifted forward, her body instinctively reaching for the offered kiss. When his mouth hovered over hers, she inhaled sharply, filling her senses with his scent, and trying to permanently imprint this moment in her brain.


Copyright Lori King Books 2016

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