âMy mommy never kissed anyone before,â little Jeremy said, blinking hard as if he still couldnât believe his eyes
The way Luke looked at her then made Meg flush to the roots of her hair. With as much dignity as possible, she extricated herself from Lukeâs arms. âJeremy, for heavenâs sake. That is not the kind of information Luke needs to know!â Meg reprimanded him firmly.
Jeremy shrugged and happily continued to broadcast what he knew. âWell, itâs true,â he blurted out. âIâve never seen you kiss a guy before.â He propped his hands on his hips, perplexed. âHow come youâre kissing him?â
Dear Reader,
Itâs Februaryâthe month of love. And what better way to celebrate Valentineâs Day than with a Harlequin American Romance novel.
This monthâs selection begins with the latest installment in the RETURN TO TYLER series. Prescription for Seduction is what Darlene Scalera offers when sparks fly between a lovely virgin and a steadfast bachelor doctor. The Bride Said, âSurprise!â is another of Cathy Gillen Thackerâs THE LOCKHARTS OF TEXAS, and is a tender tale about a secret child who brings together two long-ago lovers. (Watch for Cathyâs single title, Texas Vows: A McCabe Family Saga, next month from Harlequin Books.)
In Millie Criswellâs charming new romance, The Pregnant Ms. Potter is rescued from a blizzard by a protective rancher who takes her into his homeâand into his heart. And in Longwalkerâs Child by Debra Webb, a proud Native American hero is determined to claim the child he never knew existed, but first he has to turn the little girlâs beautiful guardian from his sworn enemy into his loving ally.
So this February, treat yourself to all four of our wonderful Harlequin American Romance titles. And in March, look for Judy Christenberryâs Rent a Millionaire Groom, the first book in Harlequin American Romanceâs new promotion, 2001 WAYS TO WED.
Wishing you happy reading,
Melissa Jeglinski
Associate Senior Editor
Harlequin American Romance
âHow much longer do you think you can keep avoiding me?â Luke Carrigan demanded early Thursday morning.
Meg Lockhart was so startled to see the attractive young family physician striding into her backyard, she nearly dropped her sanding block. Determined not to let his unexpected presence or the deceptively easy-going, all-male way he moved get to her, Meg rocked back on her heels and looked over at him. It was only seven in the morning, but, freshly showered and shaved, Dr. Luke Carrigan looked more than ready to take on the day and any challengeâincluding herâthat came his way.
Privately wishing he werenât so smart, sexy and intuitive as all get out where she was concerned, Meg ignored the sudden pounding of her heart and looked into his golden-brown eyes with all the directness she could muster. âIâve spoken to you,â Meg said stiffly, wondering how Luke had known she had the day off and was planning to use it to refinish an old wooden park bench for her backyard, then deciding she didnât want to know if there was matchmaking going on.
âOnly at the hospital,â Luke corrected her grimly, moving closer yet. âAnd only when absolutely necessary. And then only about hospital business.â
Meg refused to feel guilty for avoiding Luke and his three adorable little girls at her sisterâs wedding the day before. She had only been doing what she had to do, which was keep Luke and her five-year-old son, Jeremy, well apart. âSo?â Meg kept her eyes trained on his ruggedly handsome face. She did not want to think about how sexy Luke looked in faded jeans that clung to his lean hips and muscular thighs and a sage-green polo shirt that showed off his broad shoulders, flat stomach and trim waist. Any more than she wanted to fall prey to his charming smile.
âSo we were friends, Meg,â Luke reminded her gently. He shoved a hand through his neatly cut sandy-blond hair and, still regarding her patiently, hunkered down next to her, his muscular, jean-clad knee nudging her bare thigh.
âAt least untilâ¦â
Meg took a deep, bracing breath and resumed sanding the old wooden slats with a vengeance, rubbing away the splinters the way she wished she could erase the problems of the past. âI donât want to talk about this,â she said firmly, breathing in his woodsy aftershave. She moved back slightly, so their bodies were no longer touching. âJeremy could wake up and overhear.â