Callaghan's Bride

Callaghan's Bride
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Rugged as an oak, moody as a thundercloud, rancher Callaghan Hart awed women and intimidated men. So how could one scrappy little redhead nearly bring Callaghan to his knees?Easy! Tess Brady, the ranch's new housekeeper, was soft as a kitten. Dewy as springtime. And secretly sweet on big, bad Callaghan. Which drove the hardened loner mad. For Tess's youthful innocence drew him like forbidden fruit. He wanted to touch her. Taste her. Make her his…But no way would Callaghan bed a stary-eyed virgin whose dreams he could never fulfill. No way would he get trapped into marriage. No matter how tempting the bait….

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His eyes were bold on her body, as if he knew exactly what was under her clothing.

The thought of Callaghan Hart’s mouth on her lips made Tess’s breath catch in her throat.

She’d always been a little afraid of her big, brooding boss. But lately at night she lay wondering how it would feel if he kissed her. She’d thought about it a lot, to her shame.

Callaghan was mature, experienced, confident—all the things Tess wasn’t. She knew she couldn’t handle an affair with him. She was equally sure he wouldn’t have any amorous interest in a novice like her.

She’d been sure, Tess amended.

Because Callaghan was looking at her now in a way he’d never looked at her before….


Callaghan’S Bride

Diana Palmer


Dear Reader,

It was a privilege for me to participate in the VIRGIN BRIDES series for Silhouette Romance. Marriage is the greatest adventure of all, and to embark upon it with innocence is almost an act of bravery these days. As our society has grown in technology and sophistication, it seems to me that we have sacrificed idealism somewhere along the way. This should not be. Virtue, purity, honor, self-sacrifice and duty are beautiful, enduring ideals. They make life worthwhile; they give us a purpose, a place in the world regardless of our social or financial standing. They define us as individuals and give us higher goals to strive for. They illuminate us spiritually.

One of my favorite characters in fiction is Don Quixote, who struggled in his endearing way to restore honor and morality to a tarnished, weary world. I have always tried to emphasize these virtues in what I write. The VIRGIN BRIDES series brings idealism as well as romantic magic to the Silhouette Romance line, and I am proud to participate in it. Happy Anniversary to the VIRGIN BRIDES. Long may they endure.

Love,


Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter One

T he kitchen cat twirled around Tess’s legs and almost tripped her on her way to the oven. She smiled at it ruefully and made time to pour it a bowl of cat food. The cat was always hungry, it seemed. Probably it was still afraid of starving, because it had been a stray when Tess took it in.

It was the bane of Tess Brady’s existence that she couldn’t resist stray or hurt animals. Most of her young life had been spent around rodeos with her father, twice the world champion calf roper. She hadn’t had a lot to do with animals, which might have explained why she loved them. Now that her father was gone, and she was truly on her own, she enjoyed having little things to take care of. Her charges ranged from birds with broken wings to sick calves. There was an unbroken procession.

This cat was her latest acquisition. It had come to the back door as a kitten just after Thanksgiving, squalling in the dark, rainy night. Tess had taken it in, despite the grumbling from two of her three bosses. The big boss, the one who didn’t like her, had been her only ally in letting the cat stay.

That surprised her. Callaghan Hart was one tough hombre. He’d been a captain in the Green Berets and had seen action in Operation Desert Storm. He was the next-to-eldest of the five Hart brothers who owned the sweeping Hart Ranch Properties, a conglomerate of ranches and feedlots located in several western states. The headquarter ranch was in Jacobsville, Texas. Simon, the eldest brother, was an attorney in San Antonio. Corrigan, who was four years younger than Simon, had married over a year and a half ago. He and his wife Dorie had a new baby son. There were three other Hart bachelors left in Jacobsville: Reynard, the youngest, Leopold, the second youngest, and Callaghan who was just two years younger than Simon. They all lived on the Jacobsville property.

Tess’s father had worked for the Hart brothers for a little over six months when he dropped dead in the corral of a heart attack. It had been devastating for Tess, whose mother had run out on them when she was little. Cray Brady, her father, was an only child. There wasn’t any other family that she knew of. The Harts had also known that. When their housekeeper had expressed a desire to retire, Tess had seemed the perfect replacement because she could cook and keep house. She could also ride like a cowboy and shoot like an expert and curse in fluent Spanish, but the Hart boys didn’t know about those skills because she’d never had occasion to display them. Her talents these days were confined to making the fluffy biscuits the brothers couldn’t live without and producing basic but hearty meals. Everything except sweets because none of the brothers seemed to like them.

It would have been the perfect job, even with Leopold’s endless pranks, except that she was afraid of Callaghan. It showed, which made things even worse.

He watched her all the time, from her curly red-gold hair and pale blue eyes to her small feet, as if he was just waiting for her to make a mistake so that he could fire her. Over breakfast, those black Spanish eyes would cut into her averted face like a diamond. They were set in a lean, dark face with a broad forehead and a heavy, jutting brow. He had a big nose and big ears and big feet, but his long, chiseled mouth was perfect and he had thick, straight hair as black as a raven. He wasn’t handsome, but he was commanding and arrogant and frightening even to other men. Leopold had once told her that the brothers tried to step in if Cag ever lost his temper enough to get physical. He had an extensive background in combat, but even his size alone made him dangerous. It was fortunate that he rarely let his temper get the best of him.



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