The Last Groom On Earth
HERE COMES THE GROOM? So what if everyone thought Bryce Richards would make the perfect husband? Angela Hewitt had fought enough childhood battles with him to know better. But when her sexy nemesis came to her rescue, she suddenly felt like a damsel in distress - heart palpitations and all! Now she was dreaming of forever with the last man she'd every marry!Bryce wondered what had come over him - kissing Angela of all people! He wasn't even sure why he was trying to help out this reckless, exasperating, irresistible woman. Falling in love with her was out of the question!Bryce wouldn't marry her if… if… Well, okay, maybe he would… .
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“You’re Not At All My Type,”
Angela said as her thumb traced the line of his upper lip.
“No,” Bryce agreed. “Nor are you mine.”
His hand sank into her hair at the nape, holding her head immobilized, and he leaned toward her until his face was only inches from hers. “I’d have to be crazy to get involved with you. But I’m tired of being sensible,” he growled. “Tonight I don’t want to be careful. I want to take you to bed. To feel your body under mine.”
Angela shivered. “What if I said yes?”
Award-winning author Kristin James “touches readers’ hearts.”
—Romantic Times
Dear Reader,
Welcome to the wonderful world of Silhouette Desire! This month, look for six scintillating love stories. I know you’re going to enjoy them all. First up is The Beauty, the Beast and the Baby, a fabulous MAN OF THE MONTH from Dixie Browning. It’s also the second book in her TALL, DARK AND HANDSOME miniseries.
The exciting SONS AND LOVERS series also continues with Leanne Banks’s Ridge: The Avenger. This is Leanne’s first Silhouette Desire, but she certainly isn’t new to writing romance. This month, Desire has Husband: Optional, the next installment of Marie Ferrarella’s THE BABY OF THE MONTH CLUB. Don’t worry if you’ve missed earlier titles in this series, because this book “stands alone.” And it’s so charming and breezy you’re sure to just love it!
The WEDDING BELLES series by Carole Buck is completed with Zoe and the Best Man. This series just keeps getting better and better, and Gabriel Flynn is one scrumptious hero. Next is Kristin James’ Desire, The Last Groom on Earth, a delicious opposites-attract story written with Kristin’s trademark sensuality.
Rounding out the month is an amnesia story (one of my favorite story twists), Just a Memory Away, by award-winning author Helen R. Myers.
And next month, we’re beginning CELEBRATION 1000, a very exciting, ultraspecial three-month promotion celebrating the publication of the 1000th Silhouette Desire. During April, May and June, look for books by some of your most beloved writers, including Mary Lynn Baxter, Annette Broadrick, Joan Johnston, Cait London, Ann Major and Diana Palmer, who is actually writing book #1000! These will be months to remember, filled with “keepers.”
As always, I wish you the very best,
Lucia Macro
Senior Editor
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KRISTIN JAMES
is a former attorney married to a family counselor, and they have a young daughter. Her family and her writing keep her busy, but when she does have free time, she loves to read. In addition to her contemporary romances, she has written a number of historicals.
Bryce Richards had thought he was ready for anything when it came to Angela Hewitt, but he found that he was wrong. He was not prepared to walk into the offices of H & A Enterprises and find a witch standing on a stool in the middle of the room.
He stopped, struck dumb, and simply gaped at the woman on the stool. Another woman knelt at her feet, mumbling something as she fingered the hem of the witch’s dress. Bryce wondered for one mad moment if he had stumbled into some sort of pagan ceremony. Then the kneeling woman let out a yelp of pain and reached up to remove the pins she held clenched be tween her teeth.
“Would you stop wriggling?” she asked irritably. “I’ll never get this hem fixed at this rate.”
Bryce realized with relief that the woman on the floor was measuring a hem on the “witch’s” dress. He looked more closely at what the “witch” wore. It was long and flowing and black, clinging tightly to her torso, then floating out loosely below her hips in layers of some diaphanous material. The edges of each layer were cut in a zigzag fashion so that it hung in points, and the ends of the loose sleeves were cut in the same way. It was this cut and the color of the dress that had made him think immediately of a witch’s costume. Now, looking at the plunging V-cut neckline of the dress, he realized that it must be some sort of odd evening gown. It was, he told himself, much too sexy for riding broomsticks and casting spells.
His eyes lingered on the neckline. The woman’s breasts were full and creamy white, pushing up and out of the black material in a way that made his fingers itch to curve over the lush flesh. He dropped his gaze lower, moving over the material that clung to her breasts, waist and hips as if it were a second skin. His loins tightened in response. Who was this woman, and what on earth was she doing dressed like this and standing in the middle of a business office?
Then he looked up, and he knew. It was Angela Hewitt herself. He could not see her face; her head was bent as she peered down at the woman working on her hem. But that shock of curling red hair could belong to only one person. He remembered it clearly, even if it had been almost fourteen years—and even if it now hung in burnished, inviting curls instead of braids or a wild tangle. He should have known, Bryce thought. Trust Angela Hewitt to be under investigation by the IRS and yet be unconcernedly trying on evening gowns in the middle of her office.
