AND BABY MAKES THREE?
Veterinarian Coco Grant is used to animals being left on her doorstep. The last thing she expects to find there is an abandoned baby girl. As a temporary mommy, Coco can’t resist loving her sweet little charge. But there’s also Coco’s growing attraction to the town’s handsome, if infuriatingly by-the-book, sheriff.
To help with the baby, Sheriff Jet Wilson is practically living with Coco—and the town gossips are in seventh heaven! It’s only when rumors start circulating about Lily’s real father that Jet realizes that there’s a lot more at stake than setting a few tongues wagging. Because not only is the lawman falling for the baby...he’s falling for Coco even harder.
Didn’t he trust himself...or maybe he didn’t trust her?
Jet was in a pickle, and had no choice but to take Coco up on that sofa offer.
“Fine,” he said aloud as he trudged back to her front door, the snow and cold wind blasting his face and hands with its bitter sting. He hated nights like this, nights when Mother Nature reminded him of her power, and when memories of his childhood came crashing back. But most of all, he hated that the baby would now be a ward of the state and he would be the one to hand her over.
The irony was too real.
Life sure could stink at times, he thought, but before he was able to ring the bell, Coco swung open the door and handed him that shot of scotch.
“Thanks,” he said, stepping forward.
“I saw you through the window and figured as much,” she said, her voice low and sultry, feet bare, pretty little toes painted a bright pink.
No doubt about it, he was in for it now...
This is the last book for the Grant family. It features Doctor Coco Grant and Sheriff Jet Wilson, a character I introduced in previous Briggs books. The good sheriff never had a very prominent role until he spoke to me when I began to outline this book.
I couldn’t ignore him. Not when I knew he would make such a great hero for Coco, who knows everything about animals, but absolutely nothing about babies. I decided to turn things around and have Jet be the one who can change a diaper, prepare formula and lull a fussy baby into sleep. It’s all in his background, which he thought was his misfortune, but as it turns out it’s one of his biggest assets.
I really loved writing about these characters and baby Lily, who will surely steal your heart. After all, she stole mine as soon as I met her. I happen to love babies, and this little darlin’ is especially sweet. So get ready to fall in love not only with baby Lily, but with Jet Wilson, who just wants to do what’s best for everyone involved.
It’s really hard for me to say goodbye to the Grants, just as it was difficult to say goodbye to the Grangers, but I’m moving on to the Porter family, with four delightful stories planned beginning in 2018.
Till then, enjoy the Grants as they come together once again, along with those quirky townsfolk from Briggs, Idaho, to prove that love is all you need...and maybe a good snowplow.
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Mary
A Baby for the Sheriff
Mary Leo
USA TODAY bestselling author MARY LEO grew up in south Chicago in the tangle of a big Italian family. She’s worked in Hollywood, Las Vegas and Silicon Valley. Currently she lives in Las Vegas with her husband, author Terry Watkins, and their sweet kitty, Sophie. Visit her website at maryleo.com.
For darling Elena, who contacts me every day to see how I’m doing, who surprises me with thoughtful gifts and who is a constant delight.
And for my son, Rich, who fell in love with her.
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The wine was poured. The fire burned bright in the hearth. Doctor Coco Grant, the town’s vet, had painted her toenails, donned extra makeup, chosen her most seductive underwear—the blush lace panties and bra she’d bought anticipating this moment—slipped into her sexiest black dress and even shaved her legs.
All of it done in preparation for her date with Russ Knightly, the potential new mayor of Briggs, Idaho, and one of the most sought-after eligible bachelors for a hundred miles. At thirty-three, he would be the