Man Behind The Badge. Pamela Toth

      “I’m Charlie Winchester, your local sheriff,”

      he said, touching two fingers to the brim of his hat. He flashed a smile that revealed straight white teeth and twin dimples. His dark eyes studied her with leisurely thoroughness from behind amber lenses.

      “I’ll bet you’re the new vet.”

      “How’d you guess?” Robin asked.

      He folded his tanned, muscular arms across his chest. “It wasn’t a guess. You’ve got out-of-state plates and a rental trailer.”

      “Pretty clever of you,” she replied dryly, taking a step back from all that hunky broad-shouldered masculinity before it gave her the vapors.

      From inside the clinic, a phone rang and a dog barked.

      “I gotta go,” she said, turning.

      “My office is right down the street, if you need anything.”

      She waved but didn’t look back. “Yeah, thanks. See you.”

      Charlie stroked his chin thoughtfully as he watched her disappear. “Count on it, sweetheart.”

      Dear Reader,

      Our resolution is to start the year with a bang in Silhouette Special Edition! And so we are featuring Peggy Webb’s The Accidental Princess—our pick for this month’s READERS’ RING title. You’ll want to use the riches in this romance to facilitate discussions with your friends and family! In this lively tale, a plain Jane agrees to be the local Dairy Princess and wins the heart of the bad-boy reporter who wants her story…among other things.

      Next up, Sherryl Woods thrills her readers once again with the newest installment of THE DEVANEYS—Michael’s Discovery. Follow this ex-navy SEAL hero as he struggles to heal from battle—and save himself from falling hard for his beautiful physical therapist! Pamela Toth’s Man Behind the Badge, the third book in her popular WINCHESTER BRIDES miniseries, brings us another stunning hero in the form of a flirtatious sheriff, whose wild ways are numbered when he meets—and wants to rescue—a sweet, yet reclusive woman with a secret past. Talking about secrets, a doctor hero is stunned when he finds a baby—maybe even his baby—on the doorstep in Victoria Pade’s Maybe My Baby, the second book in her BABY TIMES THREE miniseries. Add a feisty heroine to the mix, and you have an instant family.

      Teresa Southwick delivers an unforgettable story in Midnight, Moonlight & Miracles. In it, a nurse feels a strong attraction to her handsome patient, yet she doesn’t want him to discover the real connection between them. And Patricia Kay’s Annie and the Confirmed Bachelor explores the blossoming love between a self-made millionaire and a woman who can’t remember her past. Can their romance survive?

      This month’s lineup is packed with intrigue, passion, complex heroines and heroes who never give up. Keep your own resolution to live life romantically, with a treat from Silhouette Special Edition. Happy New Year, and happy reading!

      Karen Taylor Richman

       Senior Editor

      Man Behind the Badge

      Pamela Toth

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

      Dedicated with appreciation and affection to my editor,

       Karen Taylor Richman, for her support, her understanding and—most of all—her patience, above and beyond the call of duty.

      PAMELA TOTH

      USA TODAY bestselling author Pamela Toth was born in Wisconsin, but grew up in Seattle where she attended the University of Washington and majored in art. Now living on the Puget Sound area’s east side, she has two daughters, Erika and Melody, and two Siamese cats.

      Recently she took a lead from one of her romances and married her high school sweetheart, Frank. They live in a town house within walking distance of a bookstore and an ice-cream shop, two of life’s necessities, with a fabulous view of Mount Rainier. When she’s not writing, she enjoys traveling with her husband, reading, playing FreeCell on the computer, doing counted cross-stitch and researching new story ideas. She’s been an active member of Romance Writers of America since 1982.

      Her books have won several awards and they claim regular spots on the Waldenbooks bestselling romance list. She loves hearing from readers and can be reached at P.O. Box 5845, Bellevue, WA 98006. For a personal reply, a SASE is appreciated.

      Contents

      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 One

      With a sigh of relief, Robin Marlowe pulled up in front of a small box-shaped building at the outskirts of town and parked next to a dusty SUV with a dent in the side. The soda she’d gulped down when she stopped for gas at a truck stop back in Kansas was starting to make her squirm on the hot vinyl seat of her aging tan VW Rabbit. Her fingers were cramped around the wheel.

      The faded sign beside the front door said Dr. Elliot Harmon, D.V.M. Specialty—Large Animals.

      Dr. Harmon’s large-animal practice was the very reason Robin had traded the familiar crowds and chaos of Chicago for the empty Colorado plains, eerily silent but for the sound of the wind. She’d come to Waterloo in order to gain experience treating horses and cattle. She was looking forward to meeting her new boss almost as much as finding a rest room—if he hadn’t given up on her and hired someone else.

      If he had, maybe he’d let her use the facilities anyway.

      Robin blamed her delayed arrival on a broken water pump that had wrecked her budget as well as her schedule. According to the mechanic, whose rates were higher than her dentist’s back home, pulling the fully loaded utility trailer through the late-August heat had overtaxed her car’s small engine.

      She probably should have called Doc Harmon to explain, but she’d figured it would be harder for him to fire her in person. Now she wasn’t so sure.

      Robin had managed to extract herself from the sticky car seat without losing any skin from the backs of her thighs and was smoothing the wrinkles from her navy-blue skirt when the door of the clinic burst open.

      “Dr. Marlowe?” demanded the elderly man hurrying toward her, a black leather bag gripped in one bony hand. Tall and lean as a coatrack, he was slightly stooped, his shock of white hair combed back from a thin face with a high forehead and a beaky nose. He was wearing a plaid sport shirt with sleeves that fluttered in the faint breeze and tan slacks that hung on his spare frame like cheap slipcovers.

      “Yes, that’s me.” Robin removed her sunglasses and shielded her eyes against bright sunlight, bracing herself for bad news. “You must be—”

      “Doc Harmon.” He gave her hand a quick, hard squeeze. “Glad to see you. I expected you yesterday, but no matter. I’ve got an emergency and my receptionist is out sick.” He gestured at the building behind him. “Can you man the phone till I get back?”

      “Uh, I guess.” Her stomach fluttered with a mix of apprehension and relief. What if she messed up?