âAm I On The Air?â He Asked.
It was Jack Montrose! Lauren had no idea what to say. âNo. I thought you didnât listen to my show.â
âGood. Iâm not much on being in the public eye. But once I met you I had to give it a listen. I was right about your voice. Between that and those seductive songs you play, youâve been driving me out of my mind all night.â
It didnât help matters that sheâd spent the entire evening thinking of him as the slow sensual songs played out. âThey were all requests. Do you have one?â
âNo. I called to talk to you. To have you to myself for a few short minutes.â
She couldnât respond to that. It was as if heâd looked into her soul and glimpsed the part sheâd always hidden. She wanted to be some manâs late-night fantasyâ¦.
Dear Reader,
Welcome to another fabulous month of novels from Silhouette Desire. Our DYNASTIES: THE ASHTONS continuity continues with Kristi Goldâs Mistaken for a Mistress. Ford Ashton sets out to find the truth about who really murdered his grandfather and believes the answers may lie with the manâs mistressâbut who is Kerry Roarke really? USA TODAY bestselling author Jennifer Greene is back with a stellar novel, Hot to the Touch. Youâll love this wounded veteran hero and the feisty female whose special touch heals him.
TEXAS CATTLEMANâS CLUB: THE SECRET DIARY presents its second installment with Less-than-Innocent Invitation by Shirley Rogers. It seems this millionaire rancher has to keep tabs on his ex-girlfriend by putting her up at his Texas spread. Oh, poor girlâ¦trapped with a sexyâwealthyâcowboy! Thereâs a brand-new KING OF HEARTS book by Katherine Garbera as the mysterious El Reyâs matchmaking attempts continue in Rock Me All Night. Linda Conrad begins a compelling new miniseries called THE GYPSY INHERITANCE, the first of which is Seduction by the Book. Look for the remaining two novels to follow in September and October. And finally, Laura Wright winds up her royal series with Her Royal Bed. Thereâs lots of revenge, royalty and romance to be enjoyed.
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Senior Editor
Silhouette Desire
This afterlife gig kept getting crazier.
Iâd been a capo in the mob. Actually the boss of bosses, Il Re. Thatâs Italian for The King, and believe me I acted as if I owned the world. Five shots to the chest and I ended up here in that gray area Father Dom called Purgatory. Itâs not quite how Iâd always pictured it, but then little in my experience ever was.
Iâd cut a deal with one of Godâs emissaries, one of the seraphim with a name that was a mouthful. Iâd shortened it to Didi. She had an attitude and awful taste in clothing, but something about her got to me.
âWelcome back, Pasquale.â
My given name is Pasquale Mandetti, and no one but this angel broad ever got away with calling me it. âBabe, Iâve asked you to call me Ray.â
âAnd Iâve asked you not to call me babe.â
âBad habit.â
She watched me carefully. I leaned back in the leather chair that I knew was just here for show and waited. Didi played the same kind of games I used to when Iâd been the boss. But she was my boss now. The deal Iâd cut was to unite in love as many couples as enemies Iâd murdered in hate.
Madonâ, do you have any idea how long Iâm going to be working this matchmaking gig!
A large stack of file folders appeared on her desk. The folders were different colored, and Iâd learned from experience that none of the couples were easy to get together. There was a reason why they were in a file on Didiâs desk, and usually that reason was they needed more than a nudge at a willing person of the opposite sex.
âPick a color,â she said.
âJust give me the one on top,â I said. I hated it when she got cute with me.
She handed me the file, and I flipped it open. Not a bad gig. I was going to be a DJ at a top-100 radio station in Detroitâ¦in February. âIâm going to freeze my butt off.â
âProbably. Iâll be going with you this time.â
âWhy?â
âYouâll need a producer. Besides, this one needs careful handling.â
I skimmed the descriptions. Lauren Belchoir and Jack Montrose. They lived on opposite ends of town and had totally different lives. Jack owned a record company and Lauren worked the midnight shift at the radio station. It seemed pretty straightforward to me.