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  She’ll do anything to track a killer

  And he’ll do anything to keep her in line...

  If PI Kiely Colton must work with FBI agent Cooper Winston, she will. But to solve a cold case, she won’t change her break-the-rules style to accommodate the single father’s by-the-book principles. As the investigation progresses, Kiely finds herself inexplicably attracted to her exacting partner and enchanted by his adorable son. Will a ruthless killer put an end to their possible future before it really begins?

  Cooper took a step and Kiely grabbed the back of his jacket.

  The look she gave him spoke volumes. She understood him wanting to rush in, but they needed to proceed cautiously. They didn’t want anyone to get hurt, most especially his little boy. Until they could assess who and how many people were inside, they needed to stand down.

  Cooper nodded his understanding, inhaling deeply to quell his anxiety. Moving swiftly, they approached the home prudently. Kiely took cover behind a tree as Cooper took the steps, his weapon drawn. Inside, the child suddenly cried out as if in pain. His little scream was gut-wrenching, even to Kiely. Evidently unable to contain himself a moment longer, Cooper became less an agent and more a father as he rushed the door, Kiely covering his back.

  Shots, fired from the inside and through the front entrance, sounded one after the other.

  Bang!

  Bang!

  Bang!

  All three shots splintered the wood door and hit Cooper square in the chest. The blows sent him backward down the stairs as Kiely screamed his name.

  * * *

  Colton 911: Grand Rapids

  Where there’s danger—and true love—around

  every corner...

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  Dear Reader,

  There truly aren’t enough words to express how much I have enjoyed joining the Colton author family. Being asked to participate in the 911 continuity series was a dream come true. I found breathing life into Cooper and Kiely’s story to be so much fun! These two are fire and fire, and I love how their love story came together. Their all-or-nothing approach to life is only tamed by their parental responsibilities to Cooper’s baby boy, Alfie. Their little family just makes my heart sing!

  Thank you so much for your support. I am humbled by all the love readers continue to show me, my characters and our stories. I know that none of this would be possible without you.

  Until the next time, please take care and may God’s blessings be with you always.

  With much love,

  Deborah Fletcher Mello

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  COLTON 911: AGENT BY HER SIDE

  Deborah Fletcher Mello

  A true Renaissance woman, Deborah Fletcher Mello

  finds joy in crafting unique story lines and memorable characters. She’s received accolades from several publications, including Publishers Weekly, Library Journal and RT Book Reviews. Born and raised in Connecticut, Deborah now considers home to be wherever the moment moves her.

  Books by Deborah Fletcher Mello

  Harlequin Romantic Suspense

  Colton 911: Grand Rapids

  Colton 911: Agent By Her Side

  To Serve and Seduce

  Seduced by the Badge

  Tempted by the Badge

  Reunited by the Badge

  Harlequin Kimani Romance

  Truly Yours

  Hearts Afire

  Twelve Days of Pleasure

  My Stallion Heart

  Stallion Magic

  Tuscan Heat

  A Stallion’s Touch

  A Pleasing Temptation

  Sweet Stallion

  To Tempt a Stallion

  A Stallion Dream

  Visit the Author Profile page at

  Harlequin.com for more titles.

  To my agent, Pattie Steele-Perkins

  You continue to push me to step outside my comfort zone.

  Your encouragement has been the wind beneath my wings.

  I soar because you make me believe I can. Thank you!

  Contents

  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

  Excerpt from Colton Storm Warning by Justine Davis

  Chapter 1

  “Happy birthday, Special Agent Winston!”

  FBI Special Agent Cooper Winston looked up from the files on his desk. “Thank you, Agent Miller,” he said, tossing a smile at the regal black woman who stood in the doorway of his office. “I thought I’d done a good job of keeping that a secret.”

  She chuckled softly. “I think you’re good. I just remembered that you and my youngest daughter share the same birthday. She turned thirty-four today, but don’t tell her I told you that!”

  Cooper gestured for her to enter, pointing her to an upholstered chair in front of his desk. He and Claire Miller had worked together since he’d been transferred from the FBI’s main office in Detroit to Grand Rapids on Ionia Avenue. She had backed him up on his first case and they’d been good friends ever since. He couldn’t imagine the resident agency without her bright personality keeping them all on their toes.

  Cooper laughed. “Your secret is safe with me!”

  “So, how old are you now?” the older woman questioned, eyeing him with a raised brow.

  Cooper smiled a second time. “This year makes forty.”

  “A milestone birthday! We should be celebrating that with cake and champagne in the break room.”

  He shook his head and waved a hand. “That’s what we’re not going to do,” he said. “You and I are going to keep this between us and remain good friends as we do.”

  A bright smile filled her dark face. “I understand completely. I’ll be a year closer to retirement and my pension on my next birthday.”

  “How long have you been with the agency?”

  “Twenty-six years next month.”

  “Wow! Now you’ve definitely earned that pension but you don’t look anywhere close to qualifying for retirement. We might need to check your birth certificate,” he said teasingly.

  “Aren’t you sweet! They say a woman shouldn’t share her age, but when you consider the alternative, I’m proud to tell people I’m fifty-four, almost fifty-five years young.”

  “I’d be proud, too, if I looked as good!”

  Claire laughed warmly. “So, how is that beautiful baby boy of yours?”

  Cooper’s smile widened. He reached for the framed photo on his desk, passing it to the woman. “Alfie is doing very well. He keeps me on my toes!”

  “Isn’t he precious! Look how big he’s gotten! I swear, they grow up too fast.”

  “No one warns you about that when they’re born.”

  She laughed. “No, they surely don’t.” She passed the image back to him. “I hear you caught the RevitaYou case? How’s that going?”

  Cooper nodded, pointing to the stack of files he’d been reviewing when she knocked on his door
. “I did. And it’s not. I could have used your expertise tracking down my bad guy but they tell me you’re hunting down that serial killer.”

  “Bagged him earlier this morning. We caught him in the act and now I have a boatload of paperwork to do and a trial to help the DA prepare for before I catch another assignment.”

  “Nice work, Agent!”

  “Thank you. I appreciate that. Especially coming from you. I’ll get out of your hair,” Claire said. “I just wanted to say hello and acknowledge your day.”

  “I really appreciate that. Thank you.”

  “You’re one of the good ones, Cooper. Keep doing what you do!”

  As Claire made her exit, Cooper turned back to the paperwork that was proving to be problematic. Despite the information in each of the file folders, he was no closer to finding the now infamous Wes Matthews than he’d been when the case was first dropped in his lap.

  Wes Matthews had been the brain trust behind RevitaYou, a supplement that promised to be the fountain of youth for users and a pot of gold for investors. The drug itself had been created by renowned chemist Landon Street. Initial forensic tests showed that RevitaYou was chock-full of vitamins and minerals, but also tested positive for ricin, an extremely deadly poison.

  Ricin was found naturally in castor beans. It could also be made from the waste material left over from processing castor oil. Street had discovered that the initial oil compound he created did wonders for smoothing wrinkles, but somewhere along the way, the self-professed healer became “the Toxic Scientist,” as the media dubbed him, doing harm to those he claimed to want to help. He had purposely poisoned people. Multiple deaths had been attributed to RevitaYou and both Street and Matthews were now in the wind. But not before Wes Matthews had disappeared with millions from unsuspecting backers in a pyramid investment scheme. Now, finding both Matthews and Street was at the top of Cooper’s to-do list.

  He sighed, warm breath blowing past his lips. Frustration furrowed his thick brow. Since the start of this case he’d hit one dead end after another. Before Claire had walked into his office he’d been ready to fling the folders across the room. Now, he just needed to refocus, get back to work, and hope there were no more distractions.

  * * *

  “FBI tip line. How can we help you?” Kiely Colton said. She did her best to keep her expression staid, although her disposition that day was less than stellar.

  “Is this the tip line?” a woman questioned.

  Kiely tempered her tone. “Yes, ma’am. You’ve reached the FBI tip line. How can we help you?” she repeated.

  “If what I tell you gets someone arrested, will I get a reward?”

  “That all depends on what you report, ma’am.”

  “Good, ’cause I know some things!”

  “Well, let’s start with your name. Who am I speaking with?”

  “My name?”

  “Yes, ma’am. I’ll need your name and address and a good contact number to reach you in case one of our agents needs to speak with you further.”

  “Let me call you back. I need to check some things,” the woman said as she disconnected the line.

  Kiely rolled her eyes skyward. Most of the calls she’d taken that morning had gone similarly. Concerned citizens were more interested in reward money than helping to catch criminals. One man even had the audacity to insist they pay him in advance for information he didn’t yet have, about a robbery that had never been reported.

  Claire laughed. “It’s like that most days. I think it’s something in the water.”

  “Or a full moon,” Kiely said with a chuckle.

  “We appreciate you coming in to help out. Most of our agents are out in the field. If this keeps up we’re going to have to hire additional staff.”

  “It’s not a problem,” Kiely answered. “I might be a freelance PI most of the time, but my motives are purely selfish if I’m honest with you.”

  “You still trying to find your foster brother?”

  Kiely nodded. “Yeah. The last time any of us spoke to him he was scared and on the run. Getting him home is the surest way to keep him safe.”

  “I understand. Let us know if there is anything we can do to help.”

  Kiely gave the woman a wave as she replaced her headset and adjusted it against her ears. She worked for the family business, Colton Investigations. Her services were often utilized by the local police, the FBI and sometimes the CIA, because she had a reputation for always getting results. Kiely wasn’t above circumventing the rules to get the job done. Because she was trusted and required no handholding, she was routinely invited into the FBI’s inner sanctum and given privileges few others were granted.

  For the moment, Kiely volunteering to answer the phones was all about helping Brody Higgins. Brody was family to her and her five siblings, ever since their father, Graham Colton, had taken him under his wing. Before then, Brody had been lost in the foster system. He’d been a smart kid with a string of misdemeanors who found himself in the wrong place at the wrong time. When he caught a murder charge for a crime he didn’t commit, their father, a prominent Michigan district attorney, had declined to prosecute, taking him into their home instead. Love and family had turned Brody’s life around...or until recently.

  Now Brody was tangled up in the RevitaYou scandal and running from people intent on doing him harm. Borrowing money from a loan shark to invest in RevitaYou then defaulting on that loan had made him a target. When Capital X, the predatory lending organization who’d fronted money to Brody had sent two goons to collect payment and he’d not been able to make good on his debt, they’d broken his fingers, promising to break more the next time they had to pay him a visit. Finding Wes Matthews, the charismatic criminal who’d drawn Brody into the whole mess, was a high priority for her. Kiely answered another call, and then a third and fourth. The tip line was suddenly flooded with incoming calls, pulling her attention from thoughts of Brody and Matthews.

  Two hours, umpteen calls and only one credible tip later, and Kiely was ready to hang up her headset. Taking a quick glance down to the Apple Watch on her wrist, she realized it wasn’t yet twelve noon. She needed to take a break and just as she pushed her chair from the desk, one last call rang for her attention. She sighed, pushing the button to answer the line.

  “FBI tip line. How can we help you?”

  A man’s voice, deep and slightly muffled, sounded in her ear. “I have information about Wes Matthews, the Capital X and RevitaYou banker. I know where he is.”

  “Can you tell me your name, sir?” Kiely asked. She took a deep breath and held it. Goose bumps had risen on her arm after hearing Wes Matthews’s name.

  “No,” the man said, his tone curt and short. “You just need to know that he’s hiding out at Reeds Lake, off Lakeside Drive. There’s a small, white cottage off the dirt road. He’s there, but I don’t know for how long.”

  “Sir, do you...” Kiely started, but a dial tone sounded in her ear, the caller disconnecting the call.

  Kiely typed the information she’d received into the call screen, then jumped from her seat. Something about that tip registered on her radar and suddenly had her on edge. This was the one lead she planned to personally vet.

  After conferring with one of the technicians she flung herself down the short length of corridor to the corner office with the door closed. Despite wanting to just take off, there were protocols Kiely still had to follow if she wanted to maintain a relationship with the FBI, and updating the agent handling the case was one of them. Unfortunately, the agent she needed to update was Cooper Winston, a man who riled her nerves more than most. He was way too straitlaced and slightly anal. She imagined he probably gave himself a headache due to always being so inflexible.

  She knocked on the door but didn’t wait to be welcomed inside. Kiely draped her frustration around her like a bold blanket. She couldn’t
begin to understand how such a handsome man could be so infuriating. And he was definitely handsome! His features were chiseled, looking like he’d been carved out of alabaster stone. With eyes that were oceanic blue and thick, reddish-blond hair combed back to tame the natural curl, he looked like a Celtic god. Or what Kiely imagined a Celtic deity should look like. Despite his good looks, he always seemed to take great joy in pushing her buttons and now his too-calm demeanor had her wanting to pull her hair out.

  She moved further into his office and dropped down into the chair opposite him. She bit back the expletive on the tip of her tongue, instead focusing on the look he was giving her. There was something in his eyes that suddenly felt like a serious punch to her gut. Her stomach did a slight flip and she found it disconcerting, unable to explain it if she had to. She took a deep breath and held it, then blew it slowly past her lips, watching as he crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back against the metal desk.

  * * *

  As his door flew open and Kiely Colton entered, Cooper looked up, his eyes widening in surprise at the sight of her. Although he had heard she was in the office volunteering her services, he hadn’t expected to see her. The two had history and little of it had been positive. They’d butted heads often when Kiely circumvented the rules to work a case her own way. He worked by the books, moving from A to Z without skipping E, F and G. Kiely Colton acted like she didn’t know how to count from one to one hundred, her mathematical manipulations all over the place to get the right answers. He found her tendency to leap before looking infuriating. She was reckless, was rarely a team player, or nice, and he knew that behavior could put others in harm’s way.

  “What’s going on?” he said, resting his ink pen against the yellow-lined notepad he’d been writing on.

  “We’ve got a lead on Wes Matthews. I’m going to go check it out.”

  Cooper stood. “No, you’re not.”

  “Excuse me?”

  As Kiely’s incredulous expression exploded, Cooper noted confusion, frustration and a hint of hostility detonating in real time. He lifted a brow as she continued.