The Baby Blizzard
THE GRUMP AND THE SPECIAL DELIVERY His motto was Don't Get Involved. So why had rancher Jack Sheridan helped a stranger deliver her baby during the worst blizzard in history? Now the newborn had him wrapped around her little finger. And her beautiful, willful mama was trying to sweet-talk him into sharing more than just his home.Single and desperate Tess Danielson was thankful Jack had taken her in from the storm, even though he was just waiting for the chance to dump her on someone else's doorstep. But after weeks of heated glances and steamy kisses Tess was no longer fooled by his off-putting demeanor. She just had to make him realize that good lovin' could go a long way to thaw his cold, hard heart.
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“No Way. You’re Not Having A Baby. Not Here. Not Now. Not With Me!”Letter to ReaderTitle PageAbout the AuthorChapter OneChapter TwoChapter ThreeChapter FourChapter FiveChapter SixChapter SevenChapter EightChapter NineChapter TenChapter ElevenCopyright
“No Way. You’re Not Having A Baby. Not Here. Not Now. Not With Me!”
For the space of one endless second she continued to look at him incredulously. Then she abruptly crossed her arms above her rounded middle. Her mouth-soft, lush, with an undeniable carnality that was all wrong on an expectant mother flattened dangerously. “All right.”
It was the very last thing Jack expected. “Good” was all he could say.
“Well, thanks for the ride.” She shoved open his car door and climbed out.
Jack gaped. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“To get someone else to help me.”
What had he ever done to deserve this? One small good deed. one humanitarian, be-a-good-citizen gesture, and suddenly he was stuck with a stubborn, unreasonable, overly independent woman who didn’t have the sense to stay out of a snowstorm. A woman who, if she really was in labor, was going to have to rely on him to deliver her baby!
Dear Reader,
A book from Joan Hohl is always a delight, so I’m thrilled that this month we have her latest MAN OF THE MONTH, A Memorable Man. Naturally, this story is chock-full of Joan’s trademark sensuality and it’s got some wonderful plot twists that are sure to please you!
Also this month, Cindy Gerard’s latest in her NORTHERN LIGHTS BRIDES series, A Bride for Crimson Falls, and Beverly Barton’s “Southern sizzle” is highlighted in A Child of Her Own. Anne Eames has the wonderful ability to combine sensuality and humor, and A Marriage Made in Joeville features this talent.
The Baby Blizzard by Caroline Cross is sure to melt your heart this month—it’s an extraordinary love story with a hero and heroine you’ll never forget! And the month is completed with a sexy romp by Diana Mars, Matchmaking Mona.
In months to come, look for spectacular Silhouette Desire books by Diana Palmer, Jennifer Greene, Lass Small and many other fantastic Desire stars! And I’m always here to listen to your thoughts and opinions about the books. You can write to me at the address below.
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CAROLINE CROSS
always loved to read, but it wasn’t until she discovered the romance genre that she felt compelled to write, fascinated by the chance to explore the positive power of love in people’s lives. Nominated for a number of awards, including the prestigious RITA, she’s been thrilled to win the Romantic Times Reviewer’s Choice Award for Best Desire, as well as a W.I.S.H. Award. She grew up in central Washington State, attended the University of Puget Sound and now lives outside Seattle, where she tries to work at home despite the chaos created by two telephone-addicted teenage daughters and a husband with a fondness for home-improvement projects. Caroline would love to hear from her readers. She can be reached at P.O. Box 5845, Bellevue, Washington, 98006.
One
By the time the pale blue Cadillac began its horrifying slide across the snow-shrouded road, Jack had been trailing behind it for several hours.
It had passed him first on the highway north of Casper. Although it was hard to believe now, when he had to fight the roaring wind and blowing snow to keep his big four-wheel-drive pickup on the road, Jack had been bored at the time. He’d been bored with the unchanging grayness of the sky, the unseasonably mild temperature, the desolate sameness of the surrounding plains.
It had seemed an oppressively dull January day.
It was that very dullness—and its failure to distract him from the black mood he’d been unable to shake since seeing Jared and Elise at the lawyer’s office—that had made him take note of the Cadillac.
Plain and simple, he’d been looking for a diversion.
What he’d received instead was a blow to the armor of his indifference.
He scowled, adjusted his grip on the steering wheel as the wind buffeted the truck, and admitted he just didn’t get it. So what if the Caddy’s driver was a woman? That didn’t explain why something as meaningless as the glance they’d exchanged the first time she passed him should affect him like a punch to the belly.
Hell, she wasn’t even pretty. Striking, maybe, with that mane of hair the exact same color as his favorite sorrel mare and the sort of lush, full mouth that put a man in mind of all sorts of sinful things.
But not pretty.
Except maybe... when she smiled.
Which she had, he recalled irritably. She’d smiled straight at him, all Mona Lisa-knowing, when he drove past the filling station in Kaycee where she’d stopped to gas, up. Just the memory set his teeth on edge. Clearly, she’d misunderstood his reason for slowing, assuming it was so he could take a second look at her. In truth, he’d merely been trying to get a bead on the weather, since it had started to snow.
