A Baby For Agent Colton. Jennifer Morey

      

       “You’re more than one of my agents now. You’re my wife.”

      The teasing light warmed in her beautiful eyes, and he felt a thrill over assessing her correctly.

      He stopped. She faced him and a long, silent moment filled the energy between them. Lifting his hand, he caressed her cheek with his thumb.

      “You’re going to make a great mom.”

      Her slow blink told him she received his comment favorably, in opposition to her choice in profession. Maybe he’d overgeneralized. Women could take on any type of career and be great moms. Jocelyn’s case differed in how she’d come to her decision. It didn’t matter. She fascinated him.

      Without any thought over why he shouldn’t, Trevor leaned in and kissed her.

      * * *

      We hope you enjoy this preview of The Coltons of Texas: Finding love and buried family secrets in the Lone Star State…

      A Baby for Agent Colton

      Jennifer Morey

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

      Two-time RITA® Award nominee and Golden Quill Award winner JENNIFER MOREY writes single-title contemporary romance and page-turning romantic suspense. She has a geology degree and has managed export programs in compliance with the International Traffic in Arms Regulations (ITAR) for the aerospace industry. She lives at the feet of the Rocky Mountains in Denver, Colorado, and loves to hear from readers through her website, www.jennifermorey.com, or Facebook.

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      Contents

       Cover

       Introduction

       Title Page

       About the Author

       Dedication

      Chapter 1

      Chapter 2

      Chapter 3

      Chapter 4

      Chapter 5

       Chapter 6

       Chapter 7

       Chapter 8

       Chapter 9

       Chapter 10

       Chapter 11

       Chapter 12

       Chapter 13

       Chapter 14

       Chapter 15

       Chapter 16

       Chapter 17

       Chapter 18

       Chapter 19

       Epilogue

       Extract

       Copyright

       Chapter 1

      “It’s not her.” Trevor Colton strolled around the body lying on blood-soaked carpet next to the bed.

      Evidence of a violent fight for life cluttered the scene, a tipped-over lamp and chair, broken picture glass and the item that had prompted the call to him. A red permanent marker lay on the floor where a pen and pencil jar had fallen from a small desk crammed next to a dresser. That, in addition to the first letter of the victim’s name, had alerted him and his team that this could be the work of the Alphabet Killer. As soon as Trevor saw the scene, however, he didn’t agree.

      When his most promising agent didn’t respond, he turned to see Jocelyn Locke staring at the body, one arm folded against her ribs, the other propped on top, fingers curled at her lips.

      Since when did she get queasy at crime scenes? The bloody body and overall gore surrounding what had once been Jane McDonald would shock anyone not familiar with this line of work. Jocelyn was a trained FBI agent, still a rookie, but this wasn’t her first murder case. Trevor enjoyed training her, molding her into an excellent detective. He ignored the little voice that taunted he liked something else about her, too.

      She noticed him scrutinizing her. Lowering her hand, she asked, “What?”

      Whatever had her disturbed abruptly disappeared. He decided to let it pass for now. They had work to do.

      “Our subject didn’t do this,” he said. “Someone who once loved her did this. A man. Husband. Lover.” He pointed to the stab wounds. “See how many times he stabbed her? Twenty or twenty-five times. Look at her chest. It’s shredded.”

      Jocelyn’s curled fingers went back to their previous pose. She stared at the body again.

      “Jocelyn?”

      Dropping her hand, she glanced at him with a sickened swallow and then headed for the door.

      Startled, Trevor trailed behind her. What had gotten into her? Maybe he hadn’t noticed her queasiness until now. This had to be the worst reaction she’d had. Concern rose up, more than he should have for a fellow agent.

      Most of the time he concentrated on the investigations. Paying too much attention to her would only lead to trouble. Jocelyn had one of those slender, hot-in-skinny-jeans bodies that drew a man’s eye—and heart—away from tasks at hand. And she talked about babies a lot. Why she’d become an agent, he never guessed. She struck him as more of a stay-at-home mom, albeit an armed one.

      Outside, he watched her take several deep breaths under a streetlight, late on a warm June night in Granite Gulch, Texas.

      He stopped beside her. “Are you all right?”

      Her long dark hair swung in a ponytail as she turned. “Yeah. Yeah. I just... I don’t think