Locked Up with a Lawman

by Laura Wright

Overview

THE RIGHT COMBINATION

Clint Andover's opinion of nurse Tara Roberts was that she was trouble with a capital T. When she began receiving threatening letters, Clint was determined to protect Tara, but she defied his commands, ignored his warnings, set his blood boiling and his body yearning. Tara was all about responsibility and independence—she didn't let anyone get too close to her. What was a tough Texan cowboy to do? Well, bunking out on Tara's couch was a start—the sexy lady's bed was an ever better idea. But while he was locked up with Tara in her cozy home, would she find the key to his guarded heart?

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9781426882944
Publisher:	Silhouette
Publication date:	11/15/2010
Series:	Texas Cattlemans Club: The Stolen Baby , #2
Sold by:	HARLEQUIN
Format:	eBook
Pages:	192
Sales rank:	411,996
File size:	566 KB

About the Author

Laura has spent most of her life immersed in the worlds of acting, singing, and competitive ballroom dancing. But when she started writing, she knew she'd found the true desire of her heart!

Although born and raised in Minneapolis, Minn., Laura has also lived in New York, Milwaukee, and Columbus, Ohio. Currently, she is happy to have set down her bags and made Los Angeles her home. And a blissful home it is--one that she shares with her theatrical production manager husband, Daniel, and three spoiled dogs.

During those few hours of downtime from her beloved writing, Laura enjoys going to art galleries and movies, cooking for her hubby, walking in the woods, lazing around lakes, puttering in the kitchen, and frolicking with her animals.

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Locked Up With A Lawman

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By Laura Wright

Harlequin Enterprises, Ltd.

Copyright © 2003 Harlequin Enterprises, Ltd.
All right reserved.
ISBN: 0-373-76553-3

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Chapter One

Clint Andover sat bolt upright in bed, his eyes wide, wild, his nude body dripping with sweat.

He swiped at his face, shook the sleep, the nightmare, from his muddled brain.

Three years of this. Had to be enough.

He glanced around. In the glass and steel bedroom of his five-story condo no fire blazed, no smoke hung. As usual, it had been a nightmare. Although, the massive burn scar on his chest would always serve as a reminder that it had not always been so.

Clint dragged a hand through his dark hair, listening to the sound of his heart pounding with fear - and sadly with life.

As it was every night, after the dream had come and gone, he didn't fall back against the mattress, didn't try to find sleep once again. He knew it was a lost cause. Instead, he ripped back his soaked sheets, stalked out of his room and down the hallway into his second-floor office, where the promise of solace awaited him.

The amber crystal liquid in the decanter on the bar winked at him.

The pale light from the predawn sky illuminated the large room, but Clint didn't need its guide. This was a nightly ritual.

He took a healthy swallow of whiskey, then walked over to his desk and dropped into a chair. Taking a look around, he snorted with derisive amusement. He was CEO of the largest security company in West Texas, had a room full of defense equipment at his fingertips - but ironically he couldn't use any of it to keep his mind from conjuring images of that night.

The night he'd lived.

The night he'd died.

Jaw tight, Clint drained the remaining liquid in his glass, then contemplated pouring another.

Wasn't it right that he be plagued with these nightmares? he mused petulantly. Wasn't it wise? Wouldn't these memories keep his soul locked away for good? Wasn't that what he deserved?

He gripped his chest, felt the bumpy, hideous flesh - felt the pain as his fingers dug a little too deeply.

No more whiskey. He needed coffee.

He had work to do. The work that kept him from just this, from thinking too much. He had the work of his friends to see to. The work of the Texas Cattleman's Club.

There was a woman with no name, no memory and a madman trying to get to her and her infant daughter. And Clint had vowed to guard and protect them both.

He stood up and faced the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Outside, the fiery dawn moved upward from the horizon at a steady pace. Just as it did every morning at this time....

He was on the hospital floor.

And earlier than usual, Tara Roberts noted as she watched the new dark-haired OB/GYN stride into the elevator with the solemn frown he usually reserved for anyone who hadn't gone to medical school.

But this morning there was no one around to return Dr. Belden's curt appraisal with an apprehensive glance or a forced smile.

This morning the elevator was empty, and Tara felt the irresistible urge to take advantage of the situation, put aside her morning report and join him on his journey to the fourth floor. Whether it was improper or not, she had a few questions for the new doctor. Two questions that had been churning restively on her brain from the moment she'd been introduced to the man.

She wanted to know why she got a shiver up her spine whenever she caught his eye. But most important, she wanted to know just who he thought he was treating the nurses with such blatant disregard. After all, the nursing staff at Royal Hospital were some of the most caring and hardworking people she'd ever known, and it made her furious that she and her peers weren't given the respect they deserved.

But today she didn't get the chance to confront Dr. Belden. The door to the elevator closed too quickly on her silent queries.

(Continues...)

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