The HOLIDAY HONEYMOON fun continues this month, when Gulliverâs Travels employee LUCY FALCO rekindles the flame with CHRISTOPHER BANKS.
So if you loved the earlier HOLIDAY HONEYMOON booksâor even if you missed themâyouâre sure to enjoy this sensuous, fun-filled romance by award-winning author Carole Buck.
Praise for Carole Buckâs earlier Desire miniseries WEDDING BELLES...
â...In Annie Says I Do...readers will appreciate how Ms. Buck skillfully turns a lifelong friendship into a passionate love affair.â
â...Peachyâs Proposal [is] a scrumptious confection of a delight... Ms. Buck...creates a keeper for your bookshelf.â
â[In]...Zoe and the Best Man...Ms. Buck gifts us with a clever, witty love story with oodles of warm sensuality and touching emotion.â
âMelinda Helfer, Romantic Times
Dear Reader,
Welcome to a wonderful new year at Silhouette Desire! Letâs start with a delightfully humorous MAN OF THE MONTH by Lass SmallâThe Coffeepot Inn. Here, a sinfully sexy hero is tempted by a virtuous woman. Heâs determined to protect her from becoming the prey of the local menâand heâs determined to win her for himself!
The HOLIDAY HONEYMOONS miniseries continues this month with Resolved To (Re)Marry by Carole Buck. Donât miss this latest installment of this delightful continuity series!
And the always wonderful Jennifer Greene continues her STANFORD SISTERS series with Bachelor Mom. As many of you know, Jennifer is an award winner, and this book shows why she is so popular with readers and critics alike!
Completing the month are a new love story from the sizzling pen of Beverly Barton, The Tender Trap>: a delightful Western from Pamela Macaluso, The Loneliest Cowboy; and something a little bit different from Ashley Summers, On Wings of Love.
Enjoy!
Senior Editor
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Prologue
It was the final night of December, and the former Lucia Annette Falco and her new husband, Christopher Dodson Banks, were too intoxicated to fully understand what they were doing.
Their euphoric deficit of comprehension had nothing to do with alcohol. The only liquor either of them had imbibed on this New Yearâs Eve was a few pro forma sips of champagne at their wedding reception. If theyâd been tested, they would have registered stone-cold sober.
So why were Chrisâs normally steady limbs as wobbly as a winoâs as he stood in the center of the hotel suite where he intended to consummate the marriage vows heâd uttered with such solemnity earlier that evening?
And why was Lucy feeling as giggly and giddy as a prom queen at a frat-house keg party as she anticipated doing exactly the same thing?
To put it simplyâor not so simply, as things turned outâthe newly wed Mr. and Mrs. Banks were drunk with love.
And dreams.
His dreams about her.
Her dreams about him.
Their dreams ... about themselves and their future together.
The fact that only a few of these dreams had been clearly articulated by either partyâand that several of the more crucial unspoken ones seemed to be downright contradictoryâwas something neither the bride nor the groom had taken time to consider.
Such was the nature of their mutual intoxication.
Lucy melted against Chris with a purr of delight as he gathered her tenderly into his arms. She clung to him, nuzzling at his chest. Breathing in deeply, she savored the subtle spice of his cologne and the potent hint of natural male musk that lay beneath it.
She adored the way her new husband smelled.
And tasted.
And felt.
She was nuts about the way be looked, too.
Funny. Sheâd grown up assuming that when she finally surrendered to the urge to merge, her mate would be some hunky Mediterranean-type male. And why not? The vast majority of the guys sheâd gone out with had been cast from the same dark-eyed, dark-haired, olive-complected mold. Theyâd sported tight jeans and black leather jackets. Theyâd alsoâwith the notable exception of Chachi Palucci, whoâd tried to impress her with plagiarized poetryâbeen prone to flexing their well-developed pecs in an effort to incite her admiration.
Whereas Chris ...
Well, the man to whom sheâd given herself in every sense of the phrase had hazel eyes. His thick, straight hair was a sun-gilded caramel brown. Although his skin had been burnished by years of tennis, skiing and sailing, it was pale in the places the sun had never touched.