Easy Loving

Easy Loving
Sheryl Lynn

HER PROTECTORA WOMAN IN JEOPARDYCatherine St. Clair finally had everything she'd ever wanted–including the perfect fiancé. Then Easy Martel barged back into her life, telling her that her "perfect" fiancé was a would-be murderer. Easy spoke with conviction in his voice; he looked at her with intensity in his eyes…but was he telling the truth?AND THE MAN WHO MUST PROTECT HERSeeing her again brought back all of his old feelings…old yearnings for all he'd lost. Yet no matter how many times Easy went over his investigation, the facts brought him to one place–to Catherine. How could he convince her that she was the next victim…and the only place she'd be safe was in the shelter of his arms?A woman alone…with no one to trust. Where can she run? Straight into the arms of HER PROTECTOR

Table of Contents

Cover Page (#ua757c6c3-81ec-5c00-a6c9-92f47cd1d9eb)

Excerpt (#ua2156d77-288f-5670-9041-6910191c8f33)

ABOUT THE AUTHOR (#u9bc340df-728a-573c-9c74-4221027ba016)

Title Page (#u5f7b28b0-0919-52da-8333-7b239926b6da)

Dedication (#uea207f5e-915b-50cf-b576-28cf92ffb28a)

CAST OF CHARACTERS (#ub1b1a2b0-cf94-50ea-9ea5-cbaef9368fe2)

Chapter One (#ud61506b7-ecdc-5632-812d-cfd49d28263f)

Chapter Two (#ua1a51c8a-9d09-544a-ba04-bed5229b16bb)

Chapter Three (#u6f6b7108-2e43-5ac5-a23b-2e4c3011c0fa)

Chapter Four (#u079c0a26-a15a-5688-b9cf-693491dd698f)

Chapter Five (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Six (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Fourteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Fifteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)

“We’re good together.”

He plunged his long fingers through her hair. “You know I’m right.”

His fingers slid from beneath her hair and trailed tenderly across her cheeks. Catherine’s belly ached in repressed arousal. Her chest ached with the depth of her emotions. Her eyes and throat ached from holding back tears. Intuition nagged her soul, telling her only Easy held the power to soothe those aches.

She lifted her chin. His mouth, so perfectly shaped and sensual, weakened her resolve.

“I can’t, Easy,” she said, pleading more with herself than with him.

“I need you.” His voice was husky with sincerity. “I’ll never stop wanting you. We belong together and you know it. And I won’t let you marry another man. You’re mine.”

ABOUT THE AUTHOR (#ulink_2f46cb4b-fe08-53f2-b631-7b48706abe64)

Sheryl Lynn lives in a pine forest atop a hill in Colorado. When not writing, she amuses herself by embarrassing her two teenagers, walking her dogs in a nearby park and feeding peanuts to the dozens of Steller’s jays, scrub jays, blue jays and squirrels who live in her backyard. Her best ideas come from the newspapers, although she admits that a lot of what she reads is way too weird for fiction.

Easy Loving

Sheryl Lynn

www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)

This is for John Hawk, wherever he may be.

CAST OF CHARACTERS (#ulink_e5ce015b-986e-539f-be3f-1e0d05432c1b)

Easy Martel—This private eye knows investigating a murder is way out of his league, but he also knows he’s the only man who can save Catherine’s life.

Catherine St. Clair—The shy book illustrator has finally gotten her life right where she wants it, until Easy Martel reappears from the past.

Jeffrey Livman—He’s the perfect man, smooth, educated, prosperous and sophisticated. There’s also a good chance his résumé includes murder.

John Tupper—He’ll go to any lengths to bring his sister’s killer to justice.

Trish Martel—Easy’s baby sister will do anything for her family, including tracking down a lost child.

Chapter One (#ulink_2c0e92a1-95e6-57a4-af36-023eca7895ae)

While hurrying across the parking lot, Easy Martel spotted his sister emerging from her Mustang. He lifted his gaze to the heavens and whispered, “Yes.” Dumb luck, his favorite ally, came through for him again.

“Trish!” he shouted and waved her toward his Chevy. She said something to the man who accompanied her. Easy urged them both to hurry. He flung his equipment bag into the back seat of his car. He slid behind the steering wheel.

Trish opened the passenger door and peered suspiciously inside. “What—?”

“Get in, get in. Your timing is perfect. I need your help. Hurry.” He glanced at his watch and prayed the traffic lights were with him. “Come on, Trish! I’m running out of time.”

She told her friend to get in the back. She sat in the front passenger seat. Easy gunned the engine and squealed out of the parking lot.

“Are you crazy?” Trish fumbled with her seat belt. “Don’t bother answering. You are crazy. What are we doing?”