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LYNNETTE AUSTIN
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This baby's not the only one in need of a cuddle...
Brant Wylder is a bachelor and loving it! He's in Misty Bottoms, Georgia, property-hunting for his vintage car repair shop when he gets the call. His sister's been in an accident, and Brant has to drop everything and take care of his five-month-old nephew. That's the end of the bachelor lifestyle.
Bridal boutique owner Molly Stiles is all business all the time until she sees that Brant's in trouble. In this Southern town, nobody ever has to go it alone. And besides, how can she resist that beautiful baby in the arms of a beautiful man...?
Brant Wylder is a bachelor and loving it! He's in Misty Bottoms, Georgia, property-hunting for his vintage car repair shop when he gets the call. His sister's been in an accident, and Brant has to drop everything and take care of his five-month-old nephew. That's the end of the bachelor lifestyle.
Bridal boutique owner Molly Stiles is all business all the time until she sees that Brant's in trouble. In this Southern town, nobody ever has to go it alone. And besides, how can she resist that beautiful baby in the arms of a beautiful man...?
Brant pushed out of his chair and caught Molly by the hand. “One more dance.”
It started slow with an added dip, then he swung her out with a quick twirl. When he added a touch of dirty to it, Molly almost swooned. The man was good.
When the song ended, he simply held her close, his strong arms wrapped around her, his clean scent surrounding her.
She wanted him.
It wouldn’t be a forever thing, but why not enjoy it short-term? Short was good. In some things, anyway. Her lips turned up in a grin.
“What?” Watching her, he drew back.
“Nothing.” Heat raced over her face.
His eyes crinkled in a slow grin. “Okay, we’re all entitled to our secrets. I hope, though, that heat has something to do with me…and you.”
She simply mimed turning a key over her lips.
Brant dropped a quick kiss on the top of her head. “Understood.”
Molly sighed. “As much as I hate to say this, it’s late, and I have to work tomorrow.”
“You’re right, Cinderella. Time to get you home.” Then he frowned. “Technically, I guess it’s time you get me home, since you’re driving, and how bizarre is that?”
When she pulled up in front of his house, the moon was riding high in the sky.
Brant faced her, one long arm stretched over the back of the seat. He leaned into her, unfastened her seat belt, and turned off the ignition. Wrapping his hand around the back of her neck, he drew her as close as the car’s gearshift and console allowed. This time, their lips met in a feverish kiss. One followed another until Molly became lost in them.
Nuzzling her neck, Brant asked, “Can we go to your place, Molly?”
“Yes.”
When he drew away, she felt chilled. Was she making a huge mistake? She finger-combed her tangled mass of hair.
Brant reached over and stilled her hand. “Leave it. It looks all bed-mussed. Sexy. Like you and I already had a really great time.”
WHEN A COWBOY MEETS AN HEIRESS
Cash Hardeman thinks he'll have all the time in the world to find the right woman . . . until he discovers he might lose the family ranch if he's not married by his thirtieth birthday. So when Boston beauty Annelise blows into town on her Harley, Cash can't help wondering if she's the sexy, leather-clad answer to all his problems.
Giving her bodyguards and the paparazzi the slip, heiress Annelise Montjoy comes to Maverick Junction on a mission to help her ailing grandfather. But keeping her identity hidden in the small Texas town is harder than she expected-especially around a tempting cowboy like Cash. He's the kind of man who makes her want to spill all her secrets. Soon Annelise starts to wonder if she's finally found the man who can love her for herself rather than her money. But will the secrets they both keep ruin their plans to ride off into the sunset together?
Cash Hardeman thinks he'll have all the time in the world to find the right woman . . . until he discovers he might lose the family ranch if he's not married by his thirtieth birthday. So when Boston beauty Annelise blows into town on her Harley, Cash can't help wondering if she's the sexy, leather-clad answer to all his problems.
Giving her bodyguards and the paparazzi the slip, heiress Annelise Montjoy comes to Maverick Junction on a mission to help her ailing grandfather. But keeping her identity hidden in the small Texas town is harder than she expected-especially around a tempting cowboy like Cash. He's the kind of man who makes her want to spill all her secrets. Soon Annelise starts to wonder if she's finally found the man who can love her for herself rather than her money. But will the secrets they both keep ruin their plans to ride off into the sunset together?
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”
Annelise Montjoy motored her Harley along what appeared to be the town’s main street. This was Maverick Junction?
A blue Cadillac, surely old enough to be in a museum, was parked nose-in to the curb. An incredibly ugly dog sat in the front seat.
Thank God, this, the final destination of her cross-country trip from Boston, was temporary. It looked like the kind of place you ran away from, not toward. If luck was on her side, she’d be out of here in a couple weeks at the most.
And then a store door opened and her breath caught. Go, Texas! Look at that cowboy. So different from any of the men in her life. So…intriguing. She slowed to nearly a standstill and watched as he swiped an arm across his forehead, then dumped a grocery bag in the backseat of the old Caddy.
Cracking open a bottle of water, he turned his head in her direction. Her breath hitched as his gaze ran lazily over her, her bike. Then he snagged a Styrofoam cup from inside his car and filled it before setting it on the blistering pavement for the dog waiting patiently beside him.
Leaning against the faded fender, he thumbed back his battered Stetson and chugged the rest of the water. Twisting the cap back on, he tossed the bottle into the recycling bin beside the grocer’s door.
Annelise pulled her bike into a parking space across the street, deliberately turning her back on the stranger. While his clothes might have been a stereotypical cowboy—worn jeans, a faded T-shirt, cowboy boots, and hat—he took everything from simmer to boiling point. The jeans hugged long legs, while the shirt stretched taut across his muscled chest. There was something very alluring about him and that surprised her. He wasn’t the kind of man she was usually drawn to.
He shouldn’t appeal to her.
He did.
Not so much as a breeze stirred. The flag on the post office hung limp, and the cheerful red, white, and blue balloons someone had hung outside a beauty salon drooped listlessly.
Unable to stop herself, she peeked in the bike’s rearview mirror. Cowboy was bent over, talking to the dog. Quite a view, but she wasn’t here to admire a fine jean-clad butt. She needed something cold to drink and something light to eat. Then she’d go in search of Dottie Willis and the apartment she’d rented over the Internet. Maverick Junction, Texas. Annelise wished she was driving through, wished she could view it as simply a spot on the map where she’d stopped for lunch one summer day.
Well, she’d just have to work fast.
But before she’d even taken two steps, her cell rang. She checked caller ID, blew out a huge sigh, and dutifully answered.
“Annelise, where are you? When are you coming home?” Her mother’s voice sounded strained.
“Don’t worry, Mom. Are you and Dad okay?”
“Come home.”
“I can’t.”
LYNNETTE AUSTIN loves long rides with the top
down and the music cranked up, standing by the Gulf of Mexico when a storm is brewing, and sitting in her local
coffee shop reading, writing and enjoying a cappuccino. She grew up in Pennsylvania, accepted her first
teaching job in New York, then moved to Wyoming. Now, she splits her time
between the beaches of Florida and the Blue Ridge Mountains of northern
Georgia. She's been a finalist in Romance Writers of America's Golden Heart
Contest, PASIC's Book of Your Heart Contest, and Georgia Romance Writers'
Maggie Contest. Having grown up in a small town, that's where her heart takes
her—to those quirky small towns where everybody knows everybody...and all their
business, for better or worse. Writing for Grand Central and Sourcebooks, she’s
published thirteen novels. Visit Lynnette at www.authorlynnetteaustin.
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