The Green-Eyed Doll
A woman running from her past. A Texas sheriff who ignites a flame she thought lost forever. A killer who paints his victims’ to look like porcelain dolls.
Catherine McCoy, in spite of her aversion to the law, is attracted to the cowboy sheriff at her latest stop. She begins to believe she’s found a place to start a new life. Keeping secrets is a mistake, one that could cost her dearly.
Sheriff Matt Ballard hunts for a killer in the middle of the longest heat wave and drought on record. A green eyed redhead moves to town and captures his heart. When he learns she’s lied about her past, the bond of trust he thought they’d formed is broken.
Catherine disappears, but the killer has a suprise coming. She’ll fight to the death before being abused again. But will her determination be enough?
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Dark circles and cold, weary blue eyes marred Matt’s Michelangelo face. His black hair fell in dissarray and looked like he’d raked his fingers through a number of times today. His chiseled jaw and chin were dark with a long day’s stubble. With a couple of long strides, he pinned her between him and the counter. He framed her face with his hands, closed his eyes, and lowered his forehead to hers. They stood in silence for a long time, unmoving, their bodies not touching. Fear for the missing woman radiated off him.
His anguish, more than Catherine had planned for, hit hard. His dedication and concern, traits she admired, shook her conviction that no man could be trusted. His tenderness, something she’d never had, touched a long-neglected place in her soul.
Tears, she’d promised herself never to shed again, slid unchecked down her cheeks. But these tears weren’t because of her pain or grief. She cried because Matt suffered and grieved for the missing woman. She slid her arms around him, stroking his tense muscles.
He leaned back and studied her face. “Are those for me?”
She nodded. “I have to remove no more tears from the Never list.”
“Why would you hold yourself to such a never?”
“The only thing crying gets you are red eyes.”
“Okay, tough guy. Why’d you break a rule for me?”
“I’ve never known anyone with your compassion and dedication.”
“Careful.” The corners of his mouth lifted. “You’ll be calling me John Wayne again.”