Maybe sheâd caught some kind of country fever, Clair thought.
Some kind of country fever that was making her body react to things she shouldnât even be aware of. Or maybe it was cowboy fever, she amended. For her gaze seemed to be fixated on Jace Brimley. Cowboy boots, jeans, denim jacket, red Henley shirt, white crewneck T-shirt. Still, it wasnât the clothes that got to Clair. It was the way the clothes fit him.
The T-shirt molded to impressive pectorals. The waist-length denim jacket was stretched to its limits by the breadth of shoulders and the expanse of Jaceâs muscular arms. And the jeansâ¦oh, the jeans! They were just snug enough to cup a derriere to die for.
Clairâs mouth went dry, her heart thumping. Country fever or cowboy feverâshe forced her eyes off Jaceâs rear just before he spun around.
He nodded toward his black truck and said, âHope you donât mind sittinâ in the middle. The babyâs car seat has to be on the passengerâs side.â
No, she didnât mind sitting in the middle. It was how close she was going to be to Jace that she didnât know how to handleâ¦.
Dear Reader,
Around this time of year, everyone reflects on what it is that theyâre thankful for. For reader favorite Susan Mallery, the friendships sheâs made since becoming a writer have made a difference in her life. Bestselling author Sherryl Woods is thankful for the letters from readersââIt means so much to know that a particular story has touched someoneâs soul.â And popular author Janis Reams Hudson is thankful âfor the readers who spend their hard-earned money to buy my books.â
Iâm thankful to have such a talented group of writers in the Silhouette Special Edition line, and the authors appearing this month are no exception! In Wrangling the Redhead by Sherryl Woods, find out if the heroineâs celebrity status gets in the way of true loveâ¦. Also donât miss The Sheik and the Runaway Princess by Susan Mallery, in which the Prince of Thieves kidnaps a princessâ¦and simultaneously steals her heart!
When the heroine claims her late sisterâs child, she finds the childâs guardianâand possibly the perfect manâin Baby Be Mine by Victoria Pade. And when a handsome horse breeder turns out to be a spy enlisted to expose the next heiress to the Haskell fortune, will he find an impostor or the real McCoy in The Missing Heir by Jane Toombs? In Ann Rothâs Father of the Year, should this single dad keep his new nannyâ¦or make her his wife? And the sparks fly when a man discovers his secret baby daughter left on his doorstepâ¦which leads to a marriage of convenience in Janis Reams Hudsonâs Daughter on His Doorstep.
I hope you enjoy all these wonderful novels by some of the most talented authors in the genre. Best wishes to you and your family for a very happy and healthy Thanksgiving!
Best,
Karen Taylor Richman
Senior Editor
is a bestselling author of both historical and contemporary romance fiction, and mother of two energetic daughters, Cori and Erin. Although she enjoys her chosen career as a novelist, she occasionally laments that she has never traveled farther from her Colorado home than Disneyland, instead spending all her spare time plugging away at her computer. She takes breaks from writing by indulging in her favorite hobbyâeating chocolate.
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Chapter Twelve
Clair Fletcher eased her rental car onto the shoulder of the deserted country road and came to a stop. She wanted to check the map the rental agency had given her to make sure she was going in the right direction, since it seemed as though she should have reached her destination by now.
She was in Wyoming, headed to some hole-in-the-wall called Elk Creekâhardly where she would ordinarily have gone for her vacation. Of course she wouldnât ordinarily have taken a week of her vacation at the beginning of March, either.
But this was not a recreational trip. She was on a quest.
According to the map she was still on course, and Elk Creek was only another four or five miles up the road.
Good, she thought as she refolded the map and tried to ignore the jittery feeling that suddenly hit her stomach. It was the same jittery feeling she got every time she was on her way to a big client to give a presentation. No matter how great her idea for that clientâs newest ad campaign, she always suffered an attack of nerves right before facing them.
But suffering those jitters wouldnât stop her now any more than the prepresentation jitters stopped her at any other time. Clair Fletcher hadnât become one of Chicagoâs most recognized advertising account executives by letting things stop her.
She pulled her car back onto the road and pressed the gas pedal with renewed determination.
Iâll make things right, Kristin, she sworeâthe same vow sheâd made over and over again since learning that her much younger sister had been killed in an apartment fire.