Backfire
CHASE McALLISTER'S TO-DO LIST… 1. Fulfill a vow to wreak revenge on the man who destroyed your life by taking over his business - even though it rightfully belongs to your rival's passionate daughter.2. Maneuver sexy siren Madeline Charbonnet from boardroom to bedroom, while dodging her desire for more than an office fling.3. Then, when it's all within your grasp, mess it up by falling in love!Chase McAllister had driven himself relentlessly toward Henri Charbonnet's day of reckoning. But now Chase found it wasn't enough. He wanted Henri's daughter with a hunger that shocked him, but if he went ahead with his plans, would Madeline ever forgive him?
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Table of Contents
“I Can’t Just Hop Into Bed With
You Because You Turn Me On,” Madeline Said.
“If it’s what we both want, why not?” Chase countered.
“Because there are other things that need to be taken into consideration.”
“Like what?”
“Like the fact that we have to work together. And then there’s my father. He—”
“Leave your father out of this, Madeline. What’s between us has nothing to do with him,” Chase said, his voice hard, his eyes even harder. “This has to do with you and me. It has to do with sex. My wanting you and you wanting me.”
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“New author Metsy Hingle has the talent…the originality, to imbue new life on a very old human emotion, making this work a beautiful love story. Believable yet magical. 4+”
—Harriet Klausner, Affaire de Coeur
Dear Reader,
Established stars and exciting new names…that’s what’s in store for you this month from Silhouette Desire. Let’s begin with Cait London’s MAN OF THE MONTH, Tallchief’s Bride—it’s also the latest in her wonderful series, THE TALLCHIEFS.
The fun continues with Babies by the Busload, the next book in Raye Morgan’s THE BABY SHOWER series, and Michael’s Baby, the first installment of Cathie Linz’s delightful series, THREE WEDDINGS AND A GIFT.
So many of you have indicated how much you love the work of Peggy Moreland, so I know you’ll all be excited about her latest sensuous romp, A Willful Marriage. And Anne Eames, who made her debut earlier in the year in Silhouette Desire’s Celebration 1000, gives us more pleasure with You’re What?! And if you enjoy a little melodrama with your romance, take a peek at Metsy Hingle’s enthralling new book, Backfire.
As always, each and every Silhouette Desire is sensuous, emotional and sure to leave you feeling good at the end of the day!
Happy Reading!
Senior Editor
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METSY HINGLE
is a native of New Orleans who loves the city in which she grew up. She credits the charm, antiquity and decadence of her birthplace, along with the passionate nature of her own French heritage, with instilling in her the desire to write. Married and the mother of four children, she believes in romance and happy endings. Becoming a Silhouette author is a long-cherished dream come true for Metsy and one happy ending that she continues to celebrate with each new story she writes.
For Linda Hayes-
My agent and friend, with thanks
for encouraging me to shoot for the stars and then
helping me to reach them.
The branches of the big oak tree swayed under the rush of wind. Chase McAllister pressed his hand against the window, feeling the cold December air seep through the glass and chill his fingertips. He looked at the little white lights that the brothers at St. Mark’s Home for Boys had strung through the tree’s branches for Christmas.
One. Two. Three. Four. He began counting the lights. Counting the lights was more fun than watching the other kids getting all mushy with their families. He didn’t want to see them climb into the cars and drive away to spend the Christmas holidays with their moms or dads or grandparents. He didn’t want to think about how there wasn’t anyone coming for him.
Five. Six. Seven. Eight.
Chase’s gaze drifted to the big white car that Billy Taylor was getting into. The woman inside pulled Billy to her and hugged him to her chest. Chase looked away. He rubbed at his eyes, feeling that sting behind them again. He wasn’t going to cry, Chase told himself. Crying was for babies. And he wasn’t a baby anymore. He was eight years old. A “little man.” That’s what his mother had called him. And men didn’t cry.
“Poor little tyke. Guess he’ll have to stay here at the big house for Christmas.”
Catching the reflections of the housekeeper and her new assistant in the window, Chase swiped at his eyes again. Go away, he ordered silently, willing them to leave. He didn’t want to talk to them. He didn’t want to talk to anyone.
“But I thought you said all the boys got to go home for Christmas,” the new housekeeper said. “How come he don’t?”
“’Cause he ain’t got no place to go. His momma killed herself, and he ain’t got no daddy—at least none that claims him. Surely you heard the story,” the older woman said, her voice dropping to a whisper.
Ignoring the two women, Chase watched the car with Billy in it drive off down the street. He swallowed. He wasn’t going to cry, he reminded himself, feeling that achiness in his chest again. He was never, ever going to cry again.
Fingering the scar along his chin, he went back to counting the lights.
Nine. Ten. Eleven…
The place hadn’t changed much, Chase thought as he studied the garden room of the Saint Charles Hotel from his position near the dais. The cloths covering the tables were still made of pink damask and, given their faded appearance, he would lay odds they were the same ones that had covered the tables twenty-six years ago. The fresh flowers on the tables were fewer in number, but the vases holding them were genuine crystal.
