Her Best Man
MEN!HER FOREVER MAN?Single mom Lindsey Richards had given up on men for good. Take her pal Alex Trent. He was kind, rich, gorgeous and the best godfather her little boy could have. But love-'em-and-leave-'em Alex was a career heartbreaker. Not that it mattered. After all, she and Alex were just friends. So why was Alex suddenly acting like a jealous lover? Lindsey knew she wasn't attracted to him in that way. Or was she…?We've handpicked the strongest, bravest, sexiest heroes yet!
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“Get out of my bedroom!”Letter to ReaderTitle PageDedicationAbout the AuthorPrologueChapter OneChapter TwoChapter ThreeChapter FourChapter FiveChapter SixChapter SevenChapter EightChapter NineChapter TenChapter ElevenEpilogueCopyright
“Get out of my bedroom!”
Like lightning to a rod, his blue-eyed gaze zeroed in on her bare shoulders and silky white negligee.
Scowling, Lindsey pulled up the covers around her neck. “Go away, Alex. I think we’ve both said enough for one evening—”
“You’re right,” he said, surprising her by agreeing.
“We’ve said too much. That’s the problem.”
With his shirt unbuttoned and his shirt cuffs rolled up to reveal strong forearms, he looked disheveled and dangerous.
Lindsey shivered with trepidation.
He stepped closer to her bed. “I said some things that were totally out of line. I don’t know what came over me.”
She knew. They were in a romantic paradise, alone for the first time in their lives without a chaperone.
“Still friends?”
She nodded. He sighed his relief. “Thank goodness.”
Then, before she knew what was happening, he enveloped her in a hug.... Liquid heat spilled through her veins. Alex was putting her through hormonal hell.
He pulled away, but didn’t release her. For a moment she was afraid he might kiss her.
Afraid he wouldn’t.
Dear Reader,
In 20 months Silhouette Romance will celebrate its 20th anniversary! To commemorate that momentous occasion, we’d like to ask you to share with us why you’ve chosen to read the Romance series, and which authors you particularly enjoy. We hope to publish some of your thoughtful comments during our anniversary year—2000! And this month’s selections will give you food for thought...
In The Guardian’s Bride by Laurie Paige, our VIRGIN BRIDES title, a 20-year-old heiress sets out to marry her older. wealthy—gorgeous—guardian. Problem is, he thinks she’s too young.... The Cowboy, the Baby and the Bride-to-Be is Cara Colter’s newest book, where a shy beauty reunites a lonely cowboy with his baby nephew...and lassoes love in the process! Karen Rose Smith’s new miniseries, DO YOU TAKE THIS STRANGER?, premieres with Wealth, Power and a Proper Wife. An all-work-and-no-play millionaire learns the value of his marriage vows when the wife he’d suspected of betraying him suffers a bout of amnesia.
Rounding out the month, we have Her Best Man by Christine Scott, part of the MEN! promotion, featuring a powerful tycoon who heroically offers protection to a struggling single mom. In Honey of a Husband by Laura Anthony, an ex-bull rider returns home to discover his childhood sweetheart is raising his child—by another woman. Finally, rising star Elizabeth Harbison returns to the lineup with True Love Ranch, where a city gal and a single-dad rancher lock horns—and live up to the Colorado spread’s name.
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Senior Editor Silhouette Romance
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To Mom—
a truly gentle woman
CHRISTINE SCOTT
grew up in Illinois but currently lives in St. Louis, Missouri. A former teacher, she now writes full time. When she isn’t writing romances, she spends her time caring for her husband and three children. In between car pools, baseball games and dance lessons, Christine always finds time to pick up a good book and read about...love. She loves to hear from readers. Write to her at P.O. Box 283, Grover, MO 63040-0283.
Prologue
“Bartender, another drink for me and my friends,” Alex Trent called.
Happy hour had long gone. The dinner rush was finally winding down for the evening. All that was left in the bar were a few stragglers, stopping off for an after-dinner drink and quiet conversation. Alex and his group of friends were the boisterous exception to the rule.
But, hell, Alex mused, why not?
Tonight was a celebration, wasn’t it?
His best friend was getting married to the only woman Alex would ever love. He couldn’t think of a better reason to get stinking drunk.
The bartender ambled toward Alex, assessing him as he went. “A Scotch, two drafts and a coffee, right?”
“That’s right,” he said with an emphatic nod. The words came out slow, and only slightly slurred.
“Looks like you guys are celebrating,” the bartender observed. “What’s the occasion?”
Determined not to let his bitterness show, he slapped his closest drinking buddy on the back. “This is Danny boy’s last weekend as a bachelor. The fool’s about to take the plunge into matrimonial bliss.”
“Danny boy”—sandy-haired, well over six feet and weighing close to one-eighty-five—grimaced. “Jeez, Alex, do you have to make an announcement everywhere we go?”
Alex ignored his friend. “Bartender, have you ever been married?”
“No, sir. I can’t say that I have,” he answered, placing a glass of Scotch on the bar top.
“Smart man,” Alex said, helping himself to a hefty swig of the drink.
“Give it a rest, Alex,” Danny muttered. “I’m not changing my mind.”
