A Way With Women
No less than five would-be-brides show up in town after seeing Macon's ad for a wife in Texas Men magazine. Five too many, as far as Harper Moody is concerned.The efficient postmistress has already secretly sent discouraging replies to all the other applicants! And now as payback, Macon is insisting Harper host all the women for a week while he makes his choice. Fat chance! She and Macon shared more than a past–and she's determined to lasso this sexy single cowboy herself.
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âYouâd better leaveâ¦â Harper murmured
Macon became utterly still. Only his breath moved, teasing her ears as he leaned nearer. âWhat if I donât want to?â
Gazing up at him, she suddenly couldnât pull her eyes from his mouth. A kiss would mean so little to him, she thought, craving a taste. He had a way with women; he dispensed those kisses all the time. Maybe if she had just a taste of him, she could finally forget him. Forget his lovemakingâ¦
His voice was mesmerizing. âWhat if I want to stay?â
âYou always did do exactly what you wantedâ¦.â
âThen I sure as hell shouldnât stop now,â he drawled roughly, brushing his body against hers, the taut sweep of his hips coming with a rustle of denim. She hadnât known he was aroused, but she felt it now. He was so hard and hot and thick that her knees nearly buckled.
A moment later his mouth crushed hers and he parted her lips with the slow thrust of his tongue. Wrapping his arms tightly around her waist, he steadied her as he kicked the storm door, shutting out the summer sunlight.
He started for the bedroom and Harper was lostâ¦.
Dear Reader,
After writing many Harlequin American Romance novels, and stories for other Harlequin series, itâs been pure fun to approach my thirtieth book by shifting gears and trying some especially spicier, steamier stories, so I hope youâll enjoy this, as well as my upcoming BIG APPLE BACHELORS trilogy for Temptation.
Usually when I daydream about mail-order men, I think of gorgeous guys arriving from far-off foreign lands with the sole intention of sweeping me off my feet and pleasuring me senseless, but this time the fantasy got a little more complex.
When sexy rancher Macon McCann receives no responses from his mail-order-bride ad, heâs stunned to discover that the local postmistress, his ex-lover whom heâs been avoiding for years, has actually been opening his mail and writing women back, telling them not to come to Texas because heâs such a bad catch!
I hope you will be amused by the shenanigans that follow, especially watching a woman get repeatedly swept off her feet and pleasured senseless by somebody she keeps swearing she canât stand. Of course, she really loves Macon, and I hope you will, too.
Happy reading,
Jule McBride
Books by Jule McBride
HARLEQUIN TEMPTATION
761âA BABY FOR THE BOSS
HARLEQUIN AMERICAN ROMANCE
733âAKA: MARRIAGE
753âSMOOCHINâ SANTA
757âSANTA SLEPT OVER
849âSECRET BABY SPENCER
For Birgit Davis-Todd, whose patient nurturing of writers has produced years of Temptations: whole worlds, new loves, teary laughter and sweet emotion, so many hours of delight and pleasure. As both a reader and writer, thanks.
Contents
Prologue
âMACON MCCANNâS STILL advertising for a bride? Some things simply shouldnât be allowed,â Harper Moody said under her breath. Shrugging out of a navy postal uniform blazer, she rolled up the sleeves of a standard-issue white blouse, raked her shoulder-length ash hair into a ponytail and secured it with a string tie the U.S. government had meant for use around her neck. Ponytail in place, she sipped the scalding coffee sheâd bought at Go-Mart and glanced over as her sole customer, Lois Potts from Potts Feed and Seed, paced between padded Jiffy bags and dusty express envelopes, trying to decide between the John Wayne commemorative stamps or the City Flag series.
Lois was the last person Harper wanted to deal with, of course, since she and Lois had a history. Fortunately, the other woman was occupied, so Harper stared down again, first at a box of pink stationary sheâd gotten when she bought the coffee, then at Texas Men magazine. âI really canât believe they let Macon advertise for a bride,â she mumbled. âThe fine print assures they screen these guys.â
Her fog-blue eyes drifted down the full-body photo of the man whoâd fathered her teenage son. One hundred percent pure rich rancher stud, announced the caption. âMacon would come up with a line like that,â she whispered, rolling her eyes and feeling distressed by her physical response to him.
Well, what female wouldnât react?
Muscles tested the shoulder seams of a denim shirt Macon wore unsnapped, exposing tangled chest hairs the color of sunlit wheat. His broad chest slimmed to narrow hips and slightly bowed legs whose long strides were usually headed in the opposite direction from Harper. Boot-cut jeans flared over his polished boots, and Macon was clutching a Stetson against his chest, smiling ruefully as if to say every female answering the ad had already broken his heart.
âAngelâs hair on the very devil,â she pronounced with annoyance. The honey-colored waves framing Maconâs broad, inviting face called to her fingertips to test their silky texture.
Well, she assured herself, placing her steaming coffee cup on the postal scale, Macon just looked like any other dumb cowboyâexcept for his eyes. As sharp as spurs, they were aware and intense, their color the aged amber of the house ale heâd been enjoying every Saturday night at Big Grislyâs Grill since heâd come back to town.
