Trouble With A Badge. Delores FossenЧитать онлайн книгу.
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Levi did something he was certain he would regret. He pulled Alexa into his arms.
Despite the situation, he felt the very thing he didn’t want to feel.
The heat.
Oh, yes. It was there mixed with all the fresh emotions and spent adrenaline from the latest attack.
“You don’t want this,” Alexa whispered.
Even though she didn’t qualify what she meant by this, Levi made a sound of agreement. He didn’t want the problems that could come from the attraction he was feeling for her.
But he did want her.
And he did something about it when she leaned back to look at him. He slipped his hand around the back of her neck and he kissed her.
It felt like a truck had hit him in the chest. Oh, man. He hadn’t wanted her to taste like something he was certain he could never get enough of. He’d wanted the kiss to satisfy this need stirring inside him.
Didn’t happen. The need soared.
Trouble
with a Badge
Delores Fossen
DELORES FOSSEN, a USA TODAY bestselling author, has sold over fifty novels with millions of copies of her books in print worldwide. She’s received the Booksellers’ Best Award and the RT Reviewers’ Choice Best Book Award. She was also a finalist for a prestigious RITA® Award. You can contact the author through her webpage at www.deloresfossen.com.
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Contents
Was the killer already here?
Deputy Levi Crockett didn’t see anything or anyone suspicious, but he felt the twist in his gut, letting him know something wasn’t right. He eased his hand over the Smith & Wesson in his holster and stepped from his truck.
The winter air snapped at him, the bitter cold going right through his buckskin jacket and cowboy hat, but Levi kept walking. Kept making his way to the side of the Outlaw Bar. Not near the door. But to the back so he’d be able to see when or if the killer arrived.
The bar was within a half hour of closing, but eight vehicles were still in the parking lot. No one was inside any of them though. No one he could see anyway. The vehicles likely belonged to the cocktail waitresses and bartender. Customers, too. Maybe one even belonged to the killer.
And not just any ordinary killer, either.
But the Moonlight Strangler, a serial killer.
If the tip from the private investigator was right, the killer had staked out this bar as the site of his next murder and would be arriving any minute now.
Too bad Levi hadn’t gotten more notice from the PI or he could have arranged for a better net to catch this dangerous snake. However, the call had come just a few minutes earlier when Levi was on his way home to his family’s ranch. He’d literally been driving