One Hot Texan
HE NEEDS A WILLING WOMAN…Rebel Cole McCallum is back home, but not by choice. If he doesn't get married soon, he's going to lose his inheritance. But who would want to marry a complete stranger? Lucky for him, he has his pick of women. What this bad boy didn't plan on, though, was choosing the least likely candidate…and finding her irresistible.SHE'S WILLING TO OBLIGE…Wallflower Ginny White is ready to break free of her prissy reputation. When she discovers sexy Cole McCallum has returned, she knows he can teach her a thing or two. She's sure she's hit the jackpot when he asks her to marry him, even if it's only temporary. Six months is more than enough time to make this one hot Texan hers…!
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âCole? Whatâs the matter?â
âGinny, this isâ¦this is your first time.â
âYes. I know.â
He slipped away from her. âI feel like somehow Iâve pushed you into this.â
She couldnât believe it. Was this Cole McCallum talking? Where was the cockiness, the self-assuredness, the arrogant overconfidence sheâd come to know so well?
âCole, I want this. I want you. Donât you know that?â
âYou say that now, but are you sure?â
She wrapped her arms around his neck. âJust kiss me.â
After a moment of hesitation, he lowered his mouth to hers in a soft, gentle kiss. Ginny wanted more. Much more.
She grabbed his shirt, and pulled him down to her. It was a kiss so hot and wild and intense that Cole couldnât do anything but go along for the ride. Finally she pulled away, still gripping his shirt.
âGinny? Are you trying to tell me something?â
âYes, damn it! What am I going to have to do to convince you? Rip your clothes off? Rip my clothes off?â
Cole blinked with surprise. Then a smile spread slowly across his face. âCan I have both?â
Dear Reader,
Do you remember the girl in your high school class who didnât talk much, who was smart but socially inept, the one who the boys didnât even know existed? Do you remember the boy with the streetwise attitude who was sexy as sin, who drove the teachers crazy at the same time he made the girls swoon? What if these two people were to meet again ten years later and sparks suddenly flew?
As a writer, nothing is more fun to me than to put a hero and a heroine together who are complete opposites, then watch the fireworks. On the surface, it seems as if Cole McCallum and Ginny White are the most unlikely couple ever to share a kiss. But looks can be deceiving. Is it possible that the good girl and the bad boy are perfect for each other?
I had a wonderful time writing my first Harlequin Temptation novel, and I hope you enjoy it. Visit my Web site at www.janesullivan.com, or write me at [email protected]. Iâd love to hear from you!
Best regards,
Jane Sullivan
Books by Jane Sullivan
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To Mom and Dad, who always believed I could do it.
Contents
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THE CLOSER Cole McCallum came to the city limits of Coldwater, Texas, the more he wanted to swing his classic Porsche around in a tire-squealing one-eighty and head back to Dallas where he belonged. He thought heâd seen the last of this godforsaken place, only to have fate step up and slap him in the face one more time.
His first introduction to Coldwater had been eleven years ago, when heâd been forced to leave Dallas and come here for his senior year of high school. His father had been thrown in jail for writing one too many hot checks, and his mother hadnât been around since he was seven years old, so a family court judge had ordered his custody turned over to a grandmother he barely knew. He arrived with a chip on his shoulder the size of a concrete block. Throw in a pair of skintight jeans, a black leather jacket and a go-to-hell attitude, and the uptight citizens of Coldwater had naturally assumed he was the root of all evil. He didnât let them down.
Out of pure mischief, he committed a few minor infractions around school during his first few weeks, then dated a few of the more kiss-and-tell girls. Gossip took care of the rest. For the next year he got blamed for everything from graffiti on the water tower to Angela Putnamâs period being late. And he didnât care enough to try to set anyone straight. Only his grandmother had known better, but even her reputation hadnât been able to salvage his. With the exception of the girls who swooned at his bad-boy image, the townspeople would have voted him most likely to turn up on a post-office wall. And thatâs why, at eighteen, heâd burned rubber on his way out of town, catching the best view of Coldwater heâd ever hadâthe one in his rearview mirror.
And now he was going back.
He followed the gentle curve of the two-lane blacktop, passing tin barns and mobile homes alternating with fields of cotton and corn and an occasional paint-starved farmhouse with a pickup truck out front. This corner of nowhere was home to people who didnât know there was a world beyond it. But he knew. He knew how a kid from nothing could leave a place like this and make something of himself. At the same time he burned with anger at how everything that same kid had fought so hard to gain could be ripped out from under him in the blink of an eye.
Cole still remembered how it felt to stand on that cold Dallas street in the middle of the night, soot clinging to his skin and heat from the massive blaze fanning his face, watching his half-finished real-estate renovation projectâthe one that could have made him a millionaireâlight up the Dallas skyline like the fires of hell.
