A Mad Mood Suddenly Turned Manic.
A macho pass suddenly had a complete shift of power, and became her kiss instead of his. Her taking a mood out on him, instead of the other way around. His knees knocking. His hands unsteady. His lungs begging for oxygen in gulpsâ¦when it was supposed to be her, bowled over by his experienced sexual prowess.
The damn woman didnât have any prowess.
But manâ¦could she kiss! Lexie could make a man believe he was the hottest thing ever to emerge from a Y chromosome. The only guy in her universe. The only man she ever needed or ever wanted in her universe. The only manâ¦
Aw, hell.
Dear Reader,
As we celebrate Silhouetteâs 20>th anniversary year as a romance publisher, we invite you to welcome in the fall season with our latest six powerful, passionate, provocative love stories from Silhouette Desire!
In Septemberâs MAN OF THE MONTH, fabulous Peggy Moreland offers a Slow Waltz Across Texas. In order to win his wife back, a rugged Texas cowboy must learn to let love into his heart. Popular author Jennifer Greene delivers a special treat for you with Rock Solid, which is part of the highly sensual Desire promotion, BODY & SOUL.
Maureen Childâs exciting miniseries, BACHELOR BATTALION, continues with The Next Santini Bride, a responsible single mom who cuts loose with a handsome Marine. The next installment of the provocative Desire miniseries FORTUNEâS CHILDREN: THE GROOMS is Mail-Order Cinderella by Kathryn Jensen, in which a plain-Jane librarian seeks a husband through a matchmaking service and winds up with a Fortune! Ryanne Corey returns to Desire with a Lady with a Past, whose true love woos her with a chocolate picnic. And a nurse loses her virginity to a doctor in a night of passion, only to find out the next day that her lover is her new boss, in Doctor for Keeps by Kristi Gold.
Be sure to indulge yourself this autumn by reading all six of these tantalizing titles from Silhouette Desire!
Enjoy!
Joan Marlow Golan
Senior Editor, Silhouette Desire
lives near Lake Michigan with her husband and two children. Before writing full-time, she worked as a teacher and a personnel manager. Michigan State University honored her as an âoutstanding woman graduateâ for her work with women on campus.
Ms. Greene has written more than fifty category romances, for which she has won numerous awards, including two RITAs from the Romance Writers of America in the Best Short Contemporary Books category, and a Career Achievement award from Romantic Times Magazine.
The Idaho sky was a brilliant blue, the mountain scenery breathtaking, the spring afternoon as seductive as a loverâs kissâ¦and Lexieâs heart was slamming with panic.
Sheâd always loved flying, and this bitsy single-engine Piper was more fun than a roller-coaster ride. Flying wasnât the problem. Her recent bout with insanity was.
For several months now, sheâd tolerated these silly symptoms. She was old friends with insomnia; that wasnât new. It was this other stuff. On a perfectly wonderful day, her heart would suddenly pound, her palms turn cold and clammy, her stomach twist and tangle up with nerves. Her doctor had diagnosed the symptoms as an anxiety attackâwhich was total bullcracky.
She had nothing to be anxious about. At twenty-eight, her life was luckier than a dreamâshe was making money hand over fist, success charging her way faster than she could keep up with it, her work a joy and challenge both. Every day was filled with a frenzy of excitement, commotion, risk, everything she loved. There was no excuse whatsoever for these sudden attacks of panicâ¦yet she could feel it starting againâthe lump of anxiety welling up in her throat, the stupid roiled-up feeling in her stomach, the loneliness of fear nipping and nagging at her normally cheerful nature.
âHey, you okay, Ms. Woolf?â The pilot of the Piper Cub was named Jed Harper. Jed was quite a character, with his unshaven white whiskers and wrinkled face and Hawaiian shirt. She strongly suspected that the wad in his cheek was tobacco.
âJust fine,â she assured him. Or she would be. Sheâd signed up for a month at Silver Mountain specifically to solve these idiotic health problems of hers.
âWell, weâre headed down, maâam. Be on the ground in five more minutes, now. Silver Mountainâs one of the most beautiful places on earth. Youâre gonna love it.â
âUh-huh.â Mountains. Trees. Fresh air. It was enough to make a girl nauseous. Momentarily Lexie closed her eyes, fantasizing about her Victorian office with the red velvet office chair and the draperies dripping fringe and the billowing, delicate Boston fernâ¦and the giant TV in the background with nice, soothing CNBC shooting the ticker tape past every second of the stock market day.
Perhaps this particular anxiety attack was justifiable, Lexie considered. Not only was she suffering from Dow Jones withdrawal, but she considered a stay in the country on a par with grape cough syrup. A tough, strong woman, of course, bit the bullet and took her medicine without whiningâ¦but that didnât mean she had to like it.