JOSH
✍ Scribed by Fossen, Delores
- Book ID
- 107695664
- Publisher
- Harlequin
- Year
- 2014
- Tongue
- English
- Weight
- 454 KB
- Series
- Lawmen of Silver Creek Ranch 7; HI-1485
- Category
- Fiction
- ISBN-13
- 9781460329177
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
✦ Synopsis
Return to Silver Creek with the scorching story of a Texas lawman who'll risk everything to save his ex-love--and his unborn child...
FBI agent turned Texas deputy Josh Ryland is stunned to find pregnant hostages on a routine check for suspicious activity at a remote ranch. Even more shocking is the identity of one of the captives. Five months ago, Josh and FBI special agent Jaycee Finney shared a weekend of passion that ended badly. Now she's in danger--and claims he's her baby's father.
Jaycee owes Josh the truth. After her unwitting reckless behavior almost got him killed, the cowboy cop has good reason not to trust her. But with the ruthless mastermind of a black market baby ring gunning for her, it's Jaycee who has to trust Josh with her life...and the life of their child.
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