Taken by the Mountain Man

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Getting knocked-up by my enemy?
Not exactly on top of my bucket list.
But sometimes it's the ones you least expect that blow you away.

I’m the black sheep of this town.
And that's thanks to my family’s reputation.
In fact, I come from a long line of criminals...as much as I hate to admit it.

You can say my attraction to the town Sheriff is ironic at best.
And carrying his surprise baby is straight up INSANITY!!
Especially since I've tried all my ENTIRE life to stay the h*ll away from him.

When disaster strikes…
Will I regret ever returning to this town I fled?
And can my baby daddy, Teddy, save me and the baby growing inside me when I need a miracle more than ever?


Reader note: This is a FULLY standalone novel from my Mountain Men of Liberty Series, and a mountain man's secret baby, enemies to lovers romantic suspense. This is Sheriff Teddy's story. Each book can be read on it's own. Transport yourself into the charming and magical town of Liberty, Utah as we follow several rugged mountain men in their quests to find lasting love on the mountains. Enjoy. I know I did!

Welcome to Liberty!
My stomach dropped as soon as I saw the sign.
It took everything in me to not turn my car around and head back to California.
Truth be told, I’d never really felt welcome here, and the only thing that could bring me back was burying my father.
And I was determined to find out the truth behind his death.
Only then could I get back to my life.
Years ago, putting this town in my past was the best damn decision I’d made. As if the small town wanted to prove my point, sirens lit up my back window as the thought crossed my mind.
Dammit! I haven’t been in town for one whole minute, and I’m already getting pulled over.
I rolled my eyes as I pulled to the side of the road.
I glanced in the rear-view mirror, and not too surprisingly, I saw a familiar face headed my way. I expected him to look older. After all, it had been six years since I’d left town. But Teddy looked almost exactly as I remembered him, with just a little more grey around the ears that only made him look more attractive. His hair was still a rich, dark chocolate brown, cut short and trimmed on the sides. His beard was the same brown, also neat and trim.
Teddy Williams had been a pain in my ass growing up, so I didn’t let that rock-hard body, chiseled jawline, and friendly smile fool me.
Rolling my window down, I let out a deep sigh rather than a greeting.
“Well, look who we have here,” Teddy schmoozed in a playful tone, leaning down to look into the window of my Toyota Corolla. “Long time, no see.”
“Yeah, well, I wish it could have been a bit longer,” I retorted smartly. “No offense, but considering you’re pulling me over and all.”
“Yeah, just like old times, huh?”
He meant that to be a joke, but I wasn’t feeling it. I scowled at him. “What do you want, Teddy? Still getting off on picking on my family and me?”
He frowned down at me. “Listen, I never got off on anything like that.” His face was serious, his eyes sincere. I almost believed him.
“Oh, so it’s not because you ran my plates and realized it was me?”
“I only ran your plates because you’re going fifty-five in a thirty-five, Ms. Wiley.”
“Don’t Ms. Wiley me,” I grumbled. “I’m not my mother. And the speed limit has always been fifty-five until you hit the general store, so try again.”
Teddy motioned with his hand, pointing at something in the distance. I squinted at where he was pointing. A sign, not even twenty feet in front of my car, says Speed Limit: 35 MPH.
“I’m not there yet,” I countered. I knew full well I couldn’t have slowed down in time, but it sounded like a decent argument in my head.
“There’s another one back there. I can show you if you’d like,” he offered, a laugh in his voice as he pointed behind me. “About four years ago, the city voted to lower the speed limit along Lick Creek Road and into town. A lot of families live along this road. Their kids often walk up this way to grab the school bus, and they didn’t think it was safe for people to be driving fifty-five miles an hour anymore.”
I sighed, having no choice but to admit defeat. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize they’d changed it. Old habits die hard, I suppose, but admit it - you enjoy this. You’ve always enjoyed picking on me.”