Luanne whirled around to the source of the compliment, only to feel her heart about to explode out of her chest at the sight of Alek in a white dinner jacket and black bow tie, looking like something out of a James Bond movie.
Then she swallowed, wishing she had something to grab on to. Like her sanity. She watched as Alek came up to her and said, âI come bearing gifts.â
She froze. âAlek. Iââ
ââwould be honored to wear your motherâs necklace tonight,â he murmured as he lifted a strand of perfectly matched pearls spaced with small, brilliant diamonds, which he smoothly draped around her neck.
âAlek, I canât accept this.â
âYouâre the mother of my child,â he whispered against her temple. âIf I want to give you an occasional gift, thatâs my prerogative.â
She shook her head. âI canât be bought, Alek.â
His smile didnât even waver as he leaned over, placed a soft kiss on her forehead. âWhich makes the challenge all the sweeter,â he whispered.
Dear Reader,
Happy (almost) New Year! The year is indeed ending, but here at Intimate Moments itâs going out with just the kind of bang youâd expect from a line where excitement is the order of the day. Maggie Shayne continues her newest miniseries, THE OKLAHOMA ALL-GIRL BRANDS, with Brand-New Heartache. This is prodigal daughter Edieâs story. Sheâs home from L.A. with a stalker on her trail, and only local one-time bad boy Wade Armstrong can keep her safe. Except for her heart, which is definitely at risk in his presence.
Our wonderful FIRSTBORN SONS continuity concludes with Born Royal. This is a sheik story from Alexandra Sellers, whoâs made quite a name for herself writing about desert heroes, and this book will show you why. Itâs a terrific marriage-of-convenience story, and itâs also a springboard for our twelve-book ROMANCING THE CROWN continuity, which starts next month. Kylie Brantâs Hard To Resist is the next in her CHARMED AND DANGEROUS miniseries, and this steamy writer never disappoints with her tales of irresistible attraction. Honky-Tonk Cinderella is the second in Karen Templetonâs HOW TO MARRY A MONARCH miniseries, and itâs enough to make any woman want to run away and be a waitress, seeing as this waitress gets to serve a real live prince. Finish the month with Mary McBrideâs newest, Baby, Baby, Baby, a âNo way am I letting my ex-wife go to a sperm bankâ book, and reader favorite Lorna Michaelsâs first Intimate Moments novel, The Truth About Elyssa.
See you again next year!
Leslie J. Wainger
Executive Senior Editor
Honky-Tonk Cinderella
Karen Templeton
a Waldenbooks bestselling author, is the mother of five sons and living proof that romance and dirty diapers are not mutually exclusive terms. An Easterner transplanted to Albuquerque, New Mexico, she spends far too much time trying to coax her garden to yield roses and produce something resembling a lawn, all the while fantasizing about a weekend alone with her husband. Or at least an uninterrupted conversation.
She loves to hear from readers, who may reach her by writing c/o Silhouette Books, 300 E. 42nd St., New York, NY 10017, or online at www.karentempleton.com.
To our own little Chase, who was clearly a royal child in some other life, and to his four nearly grown big brothers, of whom we couldnât be more proud if they had been.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Epilogue
He felt like an insect being scorched under a magnifying glass.
Barely nine in the morning, and already the west-Texas sun seared through Alekâs knit shirt as he walked down the dust-filmed, airless street. Even on shaded porches, petunias drooped in their baskets, commiserating with the patches of bleached grass infecting otherwise tidy lawns, while dogs sprawled like dead things under whatever shelter they could find, dreaming, not of steak or rabbits, Alek imagined, but of cooling breezes.
Hottest August on record, according to the woman at the quaint little bed and breakfast where he was staying. Just might be something to this global warminâ business after all, sheâd said, then told him the street he was looking for wasnât but four blocks away, he couldnât miss it. He walked slowly, squinting up through his sunglasses at hazed house numbers, uncomfortably aware of his loafers scuffing against the root-buckled pavement.
No one had recognized him. Thank God. True, he was more filled out, his hair both darker and shorter than it had been during his twenty-four-hour sojourn in Sandy Springs more than eleven years before. But unlike his hitherto reclusive sister, Sophie, Prince Aleksander Vlastos of Carpathia wasnât exactly unknown to the press. Not these days, at any rate. And Jeff Henderson had been the townâs fair-haired boy, especially with his string of Grand Prix wins last yearâ
Up the street, a screen door slapped open. He stilled as a very pregnant woman, her dark, curly hair clipped up off her neck, came out onto the porch of a modest yellow-and-white two-story house huddled underneath a pair of ungainly mulberry trees. She paused to let out a half-grown, straw-colored pup too young to know how hot it was, then made her cumbersome, barefoot way down the gray steps. The dog tumbled down in front of her, nearly tripping her as she crossed to a hose neatly coiled by the outside spigot.