Her voice was like whiskey, smooth and potent, but it was her contradictions that fascinated Detective Boyd Fletcher—the vulnerability beneath her tough-as-nails facade. Late-night radio announcer Cilla ORoarke was being threatened by a caller, and it was Boyds job to protect her no matter what. But the sultry deejay was getting under his skin, and the undeniable attraction that sizzled between them concerned the detectivebecause anything could happen on the Night Shift. They called him Nemesis. He walked the dark alleyways alone, a shadow among shadows—and thats the way he liked it. Until the night he saved Deborah ORoarke from an attacker and rediscovered the quiet ache of yearning lodged in his heart. It had been a long time since he had wanted to reach out to someone.
