Julie Miller - One Good Man

“I am not afraid of cops. And despite what you’re implying, I am not some snob who looks down on them because I’m a judge’s daughter and you’re an officer who serves the court.”

“So why don’t you want me here?” Mitch demanded, the top of his nose nearly touching hers.

“Because I’m afraid of…” Of what? Him? Men? What he reminded her of? What he made her feel? That he made her feel, period?

“What scares you, princess?” he whispered.

Casey zeroed in on the mouth that spoke such a challenge. Sexy. Firm and flat and as unerringly masculine as the breadth of his shoulders or the timbre of his voice.

He liked to argue. He seemed to bring out the worst in her red-haired temperament. Sparring with him made her feel strong. Opinionated.

What if he simply silenced her with a kiss?

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Book two of TEXAS CONFIDENTIAL, The Agent’s Secret Child (#585) by B.J. Daniels, will thrill you with heart-stopping suspense and passion. When secret agent Jake Cantrell is sent to retrieve a Colombian gangster’s widow and her little girl, he is shocked to find the woman he’d once loved and lost—and a child who called him Daddy….

Nick Travis had hired missing persons expert Taryn Scott to find a client, in Debbi Rawlins’s SECRET IDENTITY story, Her Mysterious Stranger (#587).Working so closely with the secretive Nick was dangerous to Taryn’s life, for her heart was his for the taking. But when his secrets put her life at risk, Nick had no choice but to put himself in the line of fire to protect her.

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New author Julie Miller knows all a woman needs is One Good Man (#588). Casey Maynard had suffered a vicious attack that scarred not only her body, but her soul. Shut up in a dreary mansion, she and sexy Mitch Taylor, the cop assigned to protect her, strike sparks off each other. Could Mitch save her when a stalker returned to finish the job? This book is truly a spine-tingling pager-turner!

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Harlequin Intrigue

One Good Man

Julie Miller

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Julie Miller attributes her passion for writing romance to all those fairy tales she read growing up, and shyness. Encouragement from her family to write down those feelings she couldn’t express became a love for the written word. She gets continued support from her fellow members of the Prairieland Romance Writers, where she serves as the resident “grammar goddess.” This award-winning author and teacher has published several paranormal romances. Inspired by the likes of Agatha Christie and Encyclopedia Brown, Julie believes the only thing better than a good mystery is a good romance.

Born and raised in Missouri, she now lives in Nebraska with her husband, son and smiling guard dog, Maxie. Write to Julie at P.O. Box 5162, Grand Island, NE 68802-5162.

Books by Julie Miller

HARLEQUIN INTRIGUE

588—ONE GOOD MAN

Mitch Taylor—Captain of the Fourth Precinct. Gladiator in a suit and tie. He was once a kid of the streets, and the last thing this veteran cop wants to do is baby-sit a Plaza princess.

Cassandra (Casey) Maynard—She lost her family and her future in one horrible act of violence. She knows it’s just a matter of time before her stalker returns to finish what he started.

Commissioner James Reed—Uncle Jimmy is the only family Casey has left. But is he too busy with his reelection to listen to her fears?

Iris Webster—She’s been James’s right hand for years. She’d do anything to protect him.

Emmett Raines—A master of disguise. Toying with his victims is all part of the game.

Darlene Raines—Emmett’s twin. Together, they devised a perfect plan.

Judith and Ben McDonald—They’ve served the Maynards for years.

Jack Maynard—His reputation as the “No-Budge Judge” cost his family dearly.

Steven Craighead—Bodyguard or betrayer?

Cynthia DeBecque—Why does the murdered prostitute’s name keep popping up?

For the Fensoms.

Thank you for always making me feel welcome.

Happy holidays!

And for the IMPROV gang.

You really are making a difference in the lives of young

people. You made a difference in mine.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

What a hell of a day.

Mitch pushed the door buzzer on the Gothic fortress of a house north of the Plaza and waited. He hated sucking up to the commissioner like this. But when the man in charge of his next promotion called and asked for a personal favor, Mitch was hardly in a position to refuse.

A house check was so routine, he normally would have assigned it to a uniformed patrol. He’d have passed it on to his staff sergeant for her to assign it to a uniformed patrol. He’d even offered to send two of his best detectives in his stead. But Commissioner Reed had insisted on privacy.

Mitch pocketed the electronic gate key the commissioner had given him to get onto the estate grounds, and wondered just what kind of fool’s errand he’d been sent on. His boss had been closemouthed to the extent that Mitch knew very few details about what he was even checking for. “It’s an old family friend,” he’d said. “Just see if there’s any trouble.”

Trouble? Like what? A break-in? Vandalism? A lunatic relative running around naked and embarrassing the family?

Why the hush-hush discretion?

If he was honest with himself, Mitch didn’t really mind doing such a favor. He missed having regular contact with the people who really needed the police’s help, instead of spending most of his hours talking to the press or running the administrative end of Kansas City’s Fourth Precinct.

But not this kind of house. Not these kind of people.

The commissioner didn’t know what he was asking of him.

Mitch checked his watch and then smoothed his leather gloves back into place. It was 6:00 p.m. Surely no one went to bed this early anymore. Maybe the gray November air had driven the residents to the far wing of the house, where they nestled in front of a fireplace, sipping cognac to chase away the chill of the evening.

He punched the doorbell again, laying on the buzzer for an impolite length of time. They could damn well send the servants to answer the door, the tips of his ears were feeling the bite of Missouri’s damp winter.