Quinn turned toward her. Claire raised her gaze to his. He looked at her mouth. Full lips, parted just slightly.
Couldnât. He looked away, tried to focus. Shouldnât.
âClaire,â he said.
âWhat?â
He cupped her face, waited two seconds for her to object, then he kissed her. He felt her breath stop, then she took a long, slow breath and kissed him back. Her hands pressed against his chest then slid higher. Before she wrapped her arms around his neck he pulled back.
He wasnât going to apologize for something she apparently wanted as much as he did.
Except that he had rules, and heâd just broken one.
Dear Reader,
Thank you for choosing Silhouette Desire. As always, we have a fabulous array of stories for you to enjoy, starting with Just a Taste by Bronwyn Jameson, the latest installment in our DYNASTIES: THE ASHTONS continuity series. This tale of forbidden attraction between two romance-wary souls will leave you breathless and wanting more from this wonderful authorâwho will have a brand-new miniseries of her own, PRINCES OF THE OUTBACK, out later this year.
The terrific Annette Broadrick is back with another book in her CRENSHAWS OF TEXAS series. Double Identity is an engrossing page-turner about seduction and liesâ¦you know, all that good stuff! Susan Crosby continues her BEHIND CLOSED DOORS series with Rules of Attraction, the first of three brand-new stories set in the world of very private investigations. Roxanne St. Claire brings us a fabulous McGrath brother hero caught in an unexpected situation, in When the Earth Moves. Rochelle Alersâs THE BLACKSTONES OF VIRGINIA series wraps up with Beyond Business, a story in which the Blackstone patriarch gets involved in a surprise romance with his newâand very pregnantâassistant. And last but certainly not least, the engaging Amy Jo Cousins is back this month with Sleeping Arrangements, a terms-of-the-will story not to be missed.
Hereâs hoping you enjoy all six of our selections this month. And, in the months to come, look for Maureen Childâs THREE-WAY WAGER series and a brand-new installment of our infamous TEXAS CATTLEMANâS CLUB.
Happy reading!
Melissa Jeglinski
Senior Editor
Silhouette Desire
believes in the value of setting goals, but also in the magic of making wishes. A longtime reader of romance novels, Susan earned a B.A. in English while raising her sons. She lives in the central valley of California, the land of wine grapes, asparagus and almonds. Her checkered past includes jobs as a synchronized swimming instructor, personnel interviewer at a toy factory and trucking company manager, but her current occupation as a writer is her all-time favorite.
Susan enjoys writing about people who take a chance on love, sometimes against all odds. She loves warm, strong heroes; good-hearted, self-reliant heroinesâ¦and happy endings.
Susan loves to hear from readers. You can visit her at her Web site, www.susancrosby.com.
For Bobbie Vetter Fite, one of the windows that opened
when my door closed. Onward and upward, my friend.
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Private investigator Quinn Gerard felt a momentary pang of regret for having turned respectable seven months ago. He missed the anonymity, and the danger. Heâd hungered for it, thrived on it. Since heâd given up his private practice to become a partner in ARC Security & Investigations, heâd had to operate by the rules, instead of ignoring them or making up his own when the situation warranted it.
One personal rule that hadnât changed, however, was that he never got personally involved with a clientâno matter how temptingâand the willowy blonde in the electric-blue blouse and black leather skirt currently ambling away from her car was worse than a client. She was a subject.
Still, as a man, he could admire the package if not the contents. And that package was more interesting at the moment than in the previous three days heâd had her under surveillance. In fact, Jennifer Winston was a bundle of surprises today. First, sheâd left her house hours earlier than her norm. Second, sheâd slowed her pace. Usually in a hurry, today she moseyed along as if life were eternalâor she was reluctant to get where she was going. Third, sheâd borrowed her sisterâs car, a modest white compact, instead of driving her own conspicuous red convertible. Fourth, and perhaps most surprising, she was headed into the local blood bank.
Quinn wouldâve guessed that Jennifer Winston didnât have a charitable blood cell in her entire lovely body. So, why was she here?
Sheâd been followed twenty-four hours a day, for weeks, from the house she shared with her sister, first by D.A. investigators, and now by Quinn. According to reports passed along to him, her routine stops included chic boutiques, trendy San Francisco nightspots and luxurious spas in the Napa valley. She hadnât held a job in almost half a year, so she came and went at will, generally staying out until very late at night then not leaving home again until almost noon.