Rejoice, it's time for another romance novel roundup! This time, I present Harlequin's Intrigue Series.
Motive: Secret Baby
The Cowgirl in Question
Secret Agent Heiress
Private S.W.A.T. Takeover
Armed And Devastating
And last, but certainly not least, the creepiest of the bunch:
Branded By The Sheriff. This one deserves a product description:
Years ago, Sheriff Beck Tanner had believed the worst about Faith Matthews. Now she was back in their small Texas town, forcing him to question everything he thought he knew about her. And when the killer who'd murdered her family set his sights on Faith—and her innocent baby girl—Beck's protective instincts kicked into high gear.And here's part of the excerpt at Amazon:
As dangerous pranks turned into deadly games, Beck needed Faith to trust him with the secrets of her past. And with a sadistic killer circling closer, all of Beck's attention had to be on keeping her baby safe…and ignoring his inconvenient attraction to the beautiful mother….
Beck eased open the door just a fraction and heard the water running in the bathroom. "A killer in the shower," he said to himself. All in all, not a bad place for an arrest.Don't you just hate it when you grab your pistol and and sticky, warm steam and dull, milky light spill? Sorry, this one's only available for preorder. Via.
He made his way through the kitchen and into the living room. All the furniture was draped in white sheets, giving the place an eerie feel.
Beck had that same eerie feeling in the pit of his stomach.
He'd been sheriff of LaMesa Springs for eight years, since he'd turned twenty-four, and he'd been the deputy for the two years before that. But because his town wasn't a hotbed for serious crime, this would be the first time he'd have to take down a killer.
The thought had no sooner formed in his head when the water in the bathroom stopped. He had to make his move now.
Beck gripped his pistol, keeping it aimed.
He nudged the ajar bathroom door with the toe of his boot, and sticky, warm steam and dull, milky light spilled over him.
Since the bathroom was small, he could take in the room in one glance. Outdated avocado tile—some cracked and chipped. A claw-footed tub encased by an opaque shower curtain. There was one frosted glass window to his right that was too small to use to escape.
Beck latched on to the curtain and gave it a hard jerk to the left. The metal hooks rattled, and the sheet of yellowed vinyl slithered around the circular bar that supported it.
"Sheriff Beck Tanner," he identified himself.
But his name died on his lips when he saw the person standing in the tub. It certainly wasn't Darin Matthews.
It was a wet, naked woman.
A scream bubbled up from her throat. Beck cursed. He didn't know which one of them was more surprised.
Well, she wasn't armed. That was the first thing he noticed after the "naked" part. There wasn't a gun anywhere in sight. Just her.
Suddenly, that seemed more than enough.
*Previously: The Future King's Pregnant Mistress.