Mr. Predictable: Mr. Predictable / Too Many Cooks
Mr. Predictable by Carol FinchHe was about to become a wild man…Thanks to his meddling sisters, J. T. Prescott's predictable life is about to change radically. They've booked him a two-week stay at Moriah Randell's ranch for stressed-out business execs. Soon J.T. finds that a little unpredictability in the form of gorgeous Moriah is just what he needs. But not even J.T. can predict what will happen next!Too Many Cooks by Molly O'Keefe A recipe for disaster?Rugged Montana cowboy Ethan Cook and straitlaced, L.A. social worker Cecelia Brady are far from made for each other. But Cecelia is on a mission to save inner-city kids, and Morning Glory ranch is the perfect setup. What Ethan and Cecelia don't know is, both of them are being set up by an entire family of matchmaking Cooks. And everyone knows what happens when there are too many cooks…!
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Duets Vol. #61
Little wonder veteran Duets author Kristin Gabriel has received two RITA Awards from the Romance Writers of America for her fabulous, funny stories. This month she delivers a delightful duo—the Kane brothers and their adventures on the path to true love. Enjoy!
Duets Vol. #62
Voted Storyteller of the Year twice by Romantic Times, Silhouette writer Carol Finch always “presents her fans with rollicking, wild adventures…and fun from beginning to end.” Making her Duets debut this month is talented newcomer Molly O’Keefe with a fun story about the matchmaking Cook family—and what can happen when there are too many Cooks…!
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Contents
“You just need to hang loose,” Moriah declared.
“Our next hurdle is to get you to do something impulsive, something totally unplanned, unexpected and off schedule.”
“Hey, I can be impulsive if I feel like it,” Jake said, affronted.
“Couldn’t prove it by me, Mr. Predictable,” she teased him. “When was the last time you hauled off and did something totally out of character?”
He frowned pensively.
“Well?” she prompted.
“Don’t rush me. I’m thinking.”
“That’s your problem.”
He suddenly grinned. “You want impulsive do you?”
He leaned over, snatched Moriah off her horse and planted a kiss on her. It wasn’t just a playful little peck on the cheek, either. It was a hot, steamy, burn-off-your-lips kind of kiss that demanded a response.
It was the most spontaneous thing Jake had ever done, and he liked it. A lot…
Dear Reader,
I’m delighted to be writing my third book for Duets, because I love romantic comedy! In this story you will meet a serious-minded workaholic who clashes with the fun-loving owner of a resort for stressed-out businessmen.
J. T. Prescott doesn’t believe for one minute that he needs these two weeks of recreational therapy that his sisters arranged for him, and he stubbornly resists Moriah Randell’s attempt to change his attitude, his unwavering routine and his lifestyle. This battle of wills becomes far more personal and complicated when their attraction to each other refuses to be ignored or denied. When unexpected emotions sneak up on J.T. and Moriah, they can’t imagine what has hit them so hard and so fast…and just won’t go away!
Enjoy,
Carol Finch
Books by Carol Finch
HARLEQUIN DUETS
36—FIT TO BE TIED
42—A REGULAR JOE
SILHOUETTE SPECIAL EDITION
1242—NOT JUST ANOTHER COWBOY
1320—SOUL MATES
This book is dedicated to my husband, Ed, and our children—Jon, Jeff, Kurt, Christie and Jill. And to our grandchildren, Blake, Kennedy and Brooklynn. Hugs and kisses!
And a very special thank-you to my editor, Priscilla Berthiaume, and my agent, Laurie Feigenbaum, for all your help and support. You are greatly appreciated!
1
JACOB THOMAS PRESCOTT squeezed his eyes shut to relieve the strain of staring at the computer screen for ten hours straight. Of course, that was nothing new, he reminded himself as he massaged his temples to ease the headache pounding in rhythm with his pulse. This, after all, was life as he knew it. Work. And more work. It’s what he did six days a week—and sometimes on Sunday.
J.T.—as his three employees at his graphic shop and his sisters knew him—checked his watch. Six o’clock, right on the button. With robotlike precision, J.T. saved the file and transferred it to floppy disk so he could work on his laptop computer over the weekend.
When he shut down the computer, J.T. pushed away from his desk and worked the kinks from his neck and shoulders. He glanced sideways to note that his three younger male employees had already called it quits for the day and that they were smiling at him for no apparent reason.
“Is there a problem?” he asked as he surged to his feet.
“No,” the young men chorused, still smiling enigmatically. “Have a nice weekend, boss.”
J.T. nodded, then waited for the men to precede him out the door. He grabbed the plastic bag of clothes he planned to drop off at the dry cleaners, checked his watch again and then locked the door behind him.
Right on time, as usual, he noted as he stuffed the shop keys in the pocket of his black suit. He would swing by the cleaners at 6:11 p.m., just as he did every Friday, then drive to his apartment to pop in a microwaveable turkey-and-dressing TV dinner.
J.T. skidded to a halt on the sidewalk and his eyes popped when he noticed the two flat tires on the driver’s side of his older-model gray sedan. “Well, damn,” he muttered. This was going to throw off his regular routine by a half hour—maybe more.
Scowling at the inconvenience, J.T. looked up and down the deserted street, then frowned as the fire-engine red Jeep Cherokee—that seemed to come from out of nowhere at lightning speed—ground to a stop beside him. To his surprise, a smiling blue-eyed blonde, wearing a bright blue T-shirt that was plastered with stars and stripes, a pair of screaming red shorts and hiking boots, bounded from the vehicle like a jack-in-the-box.
