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Scarlet and the Sheriff
Scarlet and the Sheriff
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Tory "Scarlet" Monroe has had a lot of practice in the fine art of running away, but this time, she's stopped short in the small town of Lovestruck, Tennessee. She was just trying to cool off, honest she was, so why does everyone think she flashed that oncoming truck on purpose? Not her fault if the trucker can't stay in his lane and stare at her 38Cs at the same time. Sheriff Rand Hart traded big city police work for the calm and easy beat of his small home town.
When Scarlet arrives like a hurricane, there goes his quiet life and his peace of mind. But he's no fool. He knows she's lying, and he's bound to find out why. And he's not too dainty to use those handcuffs in ways they never taught at the police academy. Now Scarlet is wanted by the law. And the law always gets what he wants.
To My Readers: Watch the hunky Sheriff try to subdue a naughty Scarlet, who’s woven a web she can’t escape and may not want to.
SCARLET AND THE SHERIFF by CARLY CARSON
Copyright © CARLY CARSON, 2008
All Rights Reserved, RED SAGE PUBLISHING, INC.
EXCERPT FROM SCARLET AND THE SHERIFF
Sheriff Hart seemed even bigger without his cop’s uniform. Which didn’t seem fair. As Tory certainly felt much smaller standing neck deep in the lake with not a scrap of clothing between her and the beach.
“Got a report someone was skinny-dipping.” The Sheriff shoved his hands in his cut-off jeans and glanced at the small pile of her clothes that suddenly seemed very conspicuous on the sandy beach.
“I was hot.” Tory tried very hard not to look at his muscular legs, though the bright moonlight insisted on showing them off. “Some law in this town against cooling off?”
“You shouldn’t be out here alone in the dark.” His deep voice resonated over the calm black silk of the water. “I heard your car’s not going to be fixed for a few more days.”
“So?”
“So you were just passing through town until the accident.” He kicked off his sneakers and stepped into the water. “You need a place to stay?”
“Nah. I got a room at the No-Tell Motel.” He had to believe her because otherwise he might find out she needed a place to stay and he might invite her to stay with him and she might be tempted and…no, she couldn’t do that. She had to remain as invisible as possible until she was safely away from Stephen.
He regarded her thoughtfully for a long minute. “How is your No-Tell Motel?”
“It’d be a lot more fun if I had something to do there that I didn’t want to tell about.”
He raised his eyebrows. “I’m sure you could’ve convinced that trucker to prolong his stay in town.”
“Yeah, I was tempted.” She shrugged, hoping her nonchalance looked convincing. Flirting might not be the ideal way to get him off the subject of where she was staying tonight, but it was all she could think of right now. “But he was too uptight for me,” she continued. “The uproar over his truck.” She rolled her eyes. “You would’ve thought I destroyed his favorite toy.”
He smiled. “Mistress of innuendo.”
He waded in deeper, walking directly in the path of the moon, and suddenly she couldn’t breathe with the water caressing her, pressing its liquid, heavy weight against her bare breasts.
“What are you doing?” She knew she sounded breathless.
“I need to cool off, too. You don’t mind, do you?” He stopped, and with one swift motion pulled his dark t-shirt over his head and tossed it behind him onto the sand. “The water feels great.”
She still couldn’t breathe. In the clear moonlight, his chest looked wide enough to fill the lake. She could finally see the muscled ridges she’d fantasized were there, but the reality made her mouth water. And other parts of her, as well. Her gaze traveled down as if drawn by the ripple of muscle until she reached the point where his cutoff jeans obscured her view.
“Want me to keep going?” His voice rolled over her, smoother than paint, darker than the night.
When Scarlet arrives like a hurricane, there goes his quiet life and his peace of mind. But he's no fool. He knows she's lying, and he's bound to find out why. And he's not too dainty to use those handcuffs in ways they never taught at the police academy. Now Scarlet is wanted by the law. And the law always gets what he wants.
To My Readers: Watch the hunky Sheriff try to subdue a naughty Scarlet, who’s woven a web she can’t escape and may not want to.
SCARLET AND THE SHERIFF by CARLY CARSON
Copyright © CARLY CARSON, 2008
All Rights Reserved, RED SAGE PUBLISHING, INC.
EXCERPT FROM SCARLET AND THE SHERIFF
Sheriff Hart seemed even bigger without his cop’s uniform. Which didn’t seem fair. As Tory certainly felt much smaller standing neck deep in the lake with not a scrap of clothing between her and the beach.
“Got a report someone was skinny-dipping.” The Sheriff shoved his hands in his cut-off jeans and glanced at the small pile of her clothes that suddenly seemed very conspicuous on the sandy beach.
“I was hot.” Tory tried very hard not to look at his muscular legs, though the bright moonlight insisted on showing them off. “Some law in this town against cooling off?”
“You shouldn’t be out here alone in the dark.” His deep voice resonated over the calm black silk of the water. “I heard your car’s not going to be fixed for a few more days.”
“So?”
“So you were just passing through town until the accident.” He kicked off his sneakers and stepped into the water. “You need a place to stay?”
“Nah. I got a room at the No-Tell Motel.” He had to believe her because otherwise he might find out she needed a place to stay and he might invite her to stay with him and she might be tempted and…no, she couldn’t do that. She had to remain as invisible as possible until she was safely away from Stephen.
He regarded her thoughtfully for a long minute. “How is your No-Tell Motel?”
“It’d be a lot more fun if I had something to do there that I didn’t want to tell about.”
He raised his eyebrows. “I’m sure you could’ve convinced that trucker to prolong his stay in town.”
“Yeah, I was tempted.” She shrugged, hoping her nonchalance looked convincing. Flirting might not be the ideal way to get him off the subject of where she was staying tonight, but it was all she could think of right now. “But he was too uptight for me,” she continued. “The uproar over his truck.” She rolled her eyes. “You would’ve thought I destroyed his favorite toy.”
He smiled. “Mistress of innuendo.”
He waded in deeper, walking directly in the path of the moon, and suddenly she couldn’t breathe with the water caressing her, pressing its liquid, heavy weight against her bare breasts.
“What are you doing?” She knew she sounded breathless.
“I need to cool off, too. You don’t mind, do you?” He stopped, and with one swift motion pulled his dark t-shirt over his head and tossed it behind him onto the sand. “The water feels great.”
She still couldn’t breathe. In the clear moonlight, his chest looked wide enough to fill the lake. She could finally see the muscled ridges she’d fantasized were there, but the reality made her mouth water. And other parts of her, as well. Her gaze traveled down as if drawn by the ripple of muscle until she reached the point where his cutoff jeans obscured her view.
“Want me to keep going?” His voice rolled over her, smoother than paint, darker than the night.
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