In our Bestselling Author Collection, Harlequin Books is proud to offer classic novels from todayâs superstars of womenâs fiction. These authors have captured the hearts of millions of readers around the world, and earned their place on the New York Times, USA TODAY and other bestseller lists with every release.
As a bonus, each volume also includes a full-length novel from a rising star of series romance. Bestselling authors in their own right, these talented writers have captured the qualities Harlequin is famous forâheart-racing passion, edge-of-your-seat entertainment and a satisfying happily-ever-after.
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Praise for New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author Susan Mallery
âSusan Mallery is one of my favorites.â
â#1 New York Times bestselling author Debbie Macomber
âMallery has once again proven to be a superb writer; romance novels just donât get much better than this.â
âBooklist
âIf youâre looking for heart-tugging emotions elaborately laced with humor, then Mallery is the author for you.â
âRT Book Reviews
âMadam must agree that itâs very beautiful,â the store clerk said.
Sabrina Innis stared down at the diamond tennis bracelet glinting on her wrist. âMadam agrees,â she told the well-dressed young man, then glanced at her boss. âStunning. And ten carats, too. Are you sure you wouldnât rather buy her a little car? It would be cheaper.â
Calhoun Jefferson Langtry, all six feet three inches of him, raised his eyebrows. âIâm not interested in cheap. You should know that by now. I want to send something meaningful, but elegant.â He motioned to the diamond pin the clerk had first shown them. âNothing froufrou, though. I hate froufrou.â
The âfroufrouâ in question was an amazing diamond-and-gold pin that cost what the average family of four earned in three or four months. It had clean lines, a zigzag ribbon of gold dividing a stylized circle, with a large four-carat diamond slightly off center. Sabrina loved it and would have chosen it in a hot minute. But the gift wasnât for her.
She unclasped the tennis bracelet and placed it next to the other finalistsâa gold bangle inlaid with diamonds and emeralds, and a Rolex watch. âI sense a theme here,â she said. âThings that go around the wrist. Shackles, in a manner of speaking. Is this your way of telling Tiffany that she shouldnât have tried to tie you down?â
Her impertinence earned her a scowl. She smiled back. Calâs temper existed mostly in his mind. Compared to the screaming in her house when she was growing upâfour siblings all with extreme opinions on everythingâhis mild bouts of ill humor were easy to tolerate. Not that the man couldnât be stone cold when it suited him. She made sure never to cross him in important issues and counted these tiny victories as perks of the job. If nothing else, they kept her wit sharpâa definite advantage when dealing with the wealthy and privileged.
âThis one,â she said, pointing to the emerald-and-diamond bracelet.
The clerk paused, waiting for Calâs approval.
âYou heard the little lady. Wrap it up.â
âYes, sir.â
Sabrina rose to her feet. After six years of being in Texas, sheâd grown used to being called âlittle lady.â She often accused Cal of being trapped in a John Wayne western. Not that he couldnât be urbane when he chose. When it suited his purposes, he could talk about world events, pick out the perfect wine and discuss the changing financial market with the best of them. But with her, he was himselfâCal Langtry, rich, Texas oil tycoon and playboy. She looked at the piece of jewelry the clerk tucked into a velvet box. A soon-to-be unattached playboy.
âDoes Tiffany know?â Sabrina asked as Cal signed the credit card receipt. The clerk held out the bag, not sure to whom to hand it. Sabrina took it. Even though the gift wasnât for her, she was responsible for mailing it to the recipient, after sheâd composed a suitable note.
Cal led the way to the front of the store, then held open the door for her. âNot exactly.â
Sunlight and the spring heat hit her full in the face. Despite having lived here six years, she still wasnât used to the humidity. She felt her hair start to crinkle. So much for the smooth, sophisticated style sheâd tamed it into that morning. The hair-care industry had yet to invent a hair spray that could outlast the Houston weather.