Her Forgotten Husband
HER FORGOTTEN HUSBAND shimmers with romance, sparkles with sensuality, and tantalizes with a story line that keeps you guessing to the very end!"–Bestselling Author Barbara McMahonWHAT HUSBAND?Amnesiac Samantha Randall couldn't remember her own name, let alone the handsome stranger who claimed to be her husband and the father of her unborn baby! How could she forget making a baby with so perfect a man as Garrick? And why, when he was everything she ever wanted in Mr. Right, did she feel something was terribly wrong?OH, BABY!Garrick Randall had vowed to love and cherish Samantha–long before their hurried wedding vows. But now that it seemed the woman he'd loved from afar might finally return his feelings, how could he tell her the truth about her baby's paternity without losing her forever?
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“Garrick, exactly how long have I been pregnant?”
“About twelve weeks,” he admitted.
Samantha shook her head slowly. “You married me because I was pregnant, didn’t you?”
“Not exactly.”
“Then why?”
“I married you,” he said, “because I thought we had a good chance of being happy together.” They did. Ten years of friendship was the strongest basis for marriage he could imagine.
“And because you got me pregnant,” Samantha said.
“Your pregnancy did have something to do with it,” he admitted.
She looked disappointed. “You don’t love me?”
If only she knew what she was saying! But he couldn’t tell her the truth. Even amnesia wasn’t enough to erase the last ten years.
The month of June makes me think of June brides, Father’s Day and the first bloom of summer love. And Silhouette Romance is celebrating the start of summer with six wonderful books about love and romance.
Our BUNDLE OF JOY this month is delivered by Stella Bagwell’s The Tycoon’s Tots—her thirtieth Silhouette book. As her TWINS ON THE DOORSTEP miniseries continues, we finally discover who gets to keep those adorable babies…and find romance in the bargain.
Elizabeth August is back with her much-loved SMYTHESHIRE, MASSACHUSETTS series. In The Determined Virgin you’ll meet a woman whose marriage of convenience is proving to be very inconvenient, thanks to her intense attraction to her “in-name-only” husband.
BACHELOR GULCH is a little town that needs women, and the name of Sandra Steffen’s brand-new miniseries. The fun begins in Luke’s Would-Be Bride as a local bachelor falls for his feisty receptionist—the one woman in town not looking for a husband!
And there are plenty more compelling romances for you this month: A lovely lady rancher can’t wait to hightail it out of Texas—till she meets her handsome new foreman in Leanna Wilson’s Lone Star Rancher. A new husband can’t bear to tell his amnesiac bride that the baby she’s carrying isn’t his, in Her Forgotten Husband by Anne Ha. And one lucky cowboy discovers a night of passion has just made him a daddy in Teresa Southwick’s The Bachelor’s Baby.
I hope you enjoy all of June’s books!
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Senior Editor
Silhouette Romance
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Many thanks to Monica Caltabiano for her fabulous
critiquing, to Rachel Jones for strategically timed brainstorming and to Donna Jean for those lifesaving ice-cream breaks.
ANNE HA
is the pen name of Anne and Joe Thoron, a husbandand-wife writing team. College sweethearts, they live in Oregon with two naughty cats and a vegetable garden. They love to travel and meet all different kinds of people. Their first book, Husband Next Door, was a finalist for the Romance Writers of America’s Golden Heart Award.
He seemed quite sane.
The handsome man seated by her bed—the man cradling her hand in his and murmuring endearments—did not appear demented, deranged or otherwise unbalanced.
But she’d never seen him before in her life.
He was a total stranger.
A moment ago she’d awakened, blinking in the bright hospital lights, to his inexplicable presence. She hated to spoil his pleasure, his obvious relief, but she couldn’t go on acting as if she knew him.
Gently she pulled her hand from his grasp and edged a few inches away.
“Sweetheart?” The man’s voice was deep and husky. A few days’ beard growth shadowed his jaw, giving him a sensual, tousled look which grew more pronounced as he raked his fingers through his dark brown hair. “You’re not still angry?”
Angry? Now there was a question that didn’t make sense! She had no reason to be angry. The only thing bothering her was the pounding ache in her head. It grew worse with every passing second.
Raising a hand to massage her temple, she drew back when her fingers encountered soft gauze. A bandage! Amazed, she gingerly traced the gauze, wincing at a shaft of pain.
“You all right?” the stranger asked.
“My head hurts,” she said, and shut her eyes. The darkness brought relief, wrapping her in its safe cocoon.
“I’m sure it does, after the wallop you gave it. You’ve had a concussion, you know.”
She frowned, eyes still closed. “I have?”
“Two days ago. Your car went off that nasty curve on Humphrey Boulevard. It hit a tree, but you were lucky—just suffered the concussion and a few cuts and bruises.”
She couldn’t bring herself to reply. It was easier to lie still between the starched white hospital sheets, to let the blankness ease the pain.
Briefly the stranger touched her shoulder, his fingers warming her skin. It felt nice, she thought, a bit guiltily. She heard him move, knew he stood over the bed. Heat emanated from his body, and she breathed in the spicy male scent of him. It wasn’t at all familiar, but it was oddly compelling.
