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Marrying Marcus
Laurey Bright
Marcus Crossan was dark, mysterious, controlling–and Jenna Harper's savior when his younger brother came home engaged to another! Being a Crossan bride was orphaned Jenna's dream–one she could no longer have.Until Marcus made a stunning offer. Marry him instead of his brother. A bewildered Jenna didn't know where to turn, but Marcus's passionate kisses left her breathless–and suddenly eager to marry.But once wed, innocent Jenna found herself at sea in a new world of emotions. Marcus's touch woke sensual longings, and she found herself yearning for words of love from her handsome husband.And then suddenly his brother was free once more….
Marcus unexpectedly reached out and ran his thumb over her lower lip.
Her eyes locked with his, and a jolt of sexual awareness coursed through her, leaving her breathless and dizzy.
Marcus’s eyes had darkened, and she could see a tiny muscle twitch near his jaw. Then he smiled and, without taking his eyes from her, snaked his arm along the padded back of the couch, letting it lie there, his fingers just touching her shoulder.
“Nice?” he said softly.
Jenna couldn’t speak. That light touch scorched. She couldn’t recall ever being so acutely aware of another human being. When his thigh brushed against hers, she bit down hard on her lip.
This is Marcus, she said to herself, dazed. She’d never felt like this about him—about anyone….
Dear Reader,
Celebrate the holidays with Silhouette Romance! We strive to deliver emotional, fast-paced stories that suit your every mood—each and every month. Why not give the gift of love this year by sending your best friends and family members one of our heartwarming books?
Sandra Paul’s The Makeover Takeover is the latest page-turner in the popular HAVING THE BOSS’S BABY series. In Teresa Southwick’s If You Don’t Know by Now, the third in the DESTINY, TEXAS series, Maggie Benson is shocked when Jack Riley comes back into her life—and their child’s!
I’m also excited to announce that this month marks the return of two cherished authors to Silhouette Romance. Gifted at weaving intensely dramatic stories, Laurey Bright once again thrills Romance readers with her VIRGIN BRIDES title, Marrying Marcus. Judith McWilliams’s charming tale, The Summer Proposal, will delight her throngs of devoted fans and have us all yearning for more!
As a special treat, we have two fresh and original royalty-themed stories. In The Marine & the Princess, Cathie Linz pits a hardened military man against an impetuous princess. Nicole Burnham’s Going to the Castle tells of a duty-bound prince who escapes his castle walls and ends up with a beautiful refugee-camp worker.
We promise to deliver more exciting new titles in the coming year. Make it your New Year’s resolution to read them all!
Happy reading!
Mary-Theresa Hussey
Senior Editor
Marrying Marcus
Laurey Bright
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
Books by Laurey Bright
Silhouette Romance
Tears of Morning #107
Sweet Vengeance #125
Long Way from Home #356
The Rainbow Way #525
Jacinth #568
Marrying Marcus #1558
Silhouette Special Edition
Deep Waters #62
When Morning Comes #143
Fetters of the Past #213
A Sudden Sunlight #516
Games of Chance #564
A Guilty Passion #586
The Older Man #761
The Kindness of Strangers #820
An Interrupted Marriage #916
Silhouette Intimate Moments
Summers Past #470
A Perfect Marriage #621
The Mother of His Child #918
LAUREY BRIGHT
has held a number of different jobs, but has never wanted to be anything but a writer. She lives in New Zealand, where she creates the stories of contemporary people in love that have won her a following all over the world.
Contents
Chapter One (#u09c1dbf1-f76e-52e2-878c-380fb9332fdc)
Chapter Two (#ud1061fc6-5fb7-5ba5-be4a-ddeb1474e061)
Chapter Three (#u3f22c8ef-a8e2-5ef3-ade6-1dd45b3e80fc)
Chapter Four (#ucec22b5c-8f21-58fd-ad6c-d8c013966ea6)
Chapter Five (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Six (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter One
Anticipation sizzling in her blood, Jenna Harper scanned the passengers from the recently landed Los-Angeles-to-Auckland flight. Backpackers in jeans and boots, business people in tailored suits, parents with tired-eyed children, a middle-aged couple whose grandchildren swarmed to them as they appeared from the customs area.
Among those waiting at the arrivals gate, Pacific Islanders in flower-patterned prints, and an Indian woman’s butterfly-wing sari, created splashes of early-morning color.
By Jenna’s side her best friend, Katie Crossan, shifted impatiently from one foot to the other. Katie’s sister, Jane, hitched her youngest into her arms while her husband restrained the older two, who were becoming restless.
“When’s Uncle Dean coming?” the four-year-old demanded.
“Soon,” his grandmother assured her.
The entire Crossan family had turned out to welcome Dean home. Even Marcus, his elder brother.
Jenna wondered if Marcus would have come if Katie hadn’t begged him to drive her and Jenna to the airport at Mangere.
He stood a little aside from the rest of the tightly knit group, taller than any of them, including his father. Dark hair was ruthlessly combed back from his angular, intelligent face; his hands were thrust into the pockets of gray-green trousers, which he wore with a cream shirt.
He turned his head a fraction and caught Jenna looking at him. One black brow lifted slightly, and then a corner of his long, firm mouth. His storm-cloud eyes were disconcertingly penetrating.
Jenna gave him a nervous smile, flicked a strand of fine, light-brown hair from her cheek to behind her ear and looked away, searching the next wave of arrivals.
Marcus was older than Katie and Dean, the twins who were born when he was nearly six and Jane five.
Katie and Jenna had agreed that although they’d miss Dean like crazy, the scholarship that had taken him away for four years to America would give him the chance to move out of Marcus’s formidable shadow. But the waiting had been hard.
Marcus saw him first. “Here he comes.”
Katie broke away from the group, shrieking Dean’s name before her arms circled his neck and he caught her, swinging her off her feet.
The children, suddenly shy of this stranger, hung about Jane, impeding her and her husband as they too pressed forward.
Jenna couldn’t help a smile of pure joy, bubbles of it bursting inside her like champagne, but she made herself wait. As soon as the family greetings were over, Dean would look for her. And she enjoyed just drinking in the sight of him.
He was not as tall as his brother, but his hair was nearly as dark and had a nice wave. His features were regular and his eyes a warm blue. Film-star looks. And when he saw his family, his face showed unashamed affection that to Jenna’s eyes made him even more handsome.
Mr. Crossan gave him a quick hug, Mrs. Crossan wiped a tear after hugging him in her turn, the three children clustered around Jane as she kissed her younger brother’s cheek, and her husband clapped him on the shoulder.
Jenna took a step forward, then halted when the tall, tanned blonde behind Dean, whom she had assumed was another passenger patiently waiting for the family to move out of the way, went to his side. Unbelievably he turned to put an arm about her.
It was like a slow-motion movie. Jenna’s mouth dried, her blood froze. She was almost suffocating, standing immovable as a puzzled hush settled on the group just yards away.
Dean smiled down at the girl and said happily to his family, “This is Callie—we’re getting married.”
Chapter Two
The world stopped for Jenna, although all about her people were moving, calling out to others, hugging and kissing, helping to push carts piled high with luggage.
The family came to life. Katie squealed, punched Dean’s chest. “You didn’t tell us!” His mother gave Dean another hug, embraced the girl and kissed her cheek. His father shook her hand, then Dean’s.
Dean hadn’t even looked at Jenna.
Everything around her faded and turned gray, and the jumble of sounds became muffled. She was numb.
A hard hand closed about her arm, so tight that it hurt. And she was glad, because she needed something to persuade her she could still feel. Marcus’s deep voice next to her ear said, “Do you want me to get you out of here?”
Yes, she thought, but said thinly, when her woolly tongue found itself, “No.” He couldn’t abandon his family. “Of course not. You…h-haven’t said hello to your brother.”
She dragged her eyes from Dean and saw that Marcus was looking extremely grim, his gaze on his brother’s face not welcoming at all. He returned his attention to her. “Neither have you. Are you up to it?”
Overwhelming embarrassment and panic gripped her. Maybe she was going to be sick. Afraid to open her mouth again, she tried to nod.
“You look as though you’re about to fall over,” Marcus said bluntly.
Jenna gritted her teeth, forcing out words. “I won’t.” She held her breath, hoping to bring some color into her cheeks.
The group around Dean was surging toward her and Marcus. He didn’t let go of her arm as Dean saw them and bounded over, abandoning the baggage cart.
Jenna molded her lips into something approximating a smile and instructed herself to breathe again. Marcus had moved ahead of her, his free hand outstretched so that Dean had to stop and take it, giving Jenna a little more time.
Marcus said unemotionally, “Hi, Dean. Congratulations. And welcome home.”
“Thanks.” Dean’s other hand gripped his arm. “You haven’t changed a bit, Marc.”
Behind him, Katie shot Jenna an anxious look. Then Dean turned to Jenna and held his arms wide, eclipsing his sister. “Hi, Jen! Sweet of you to turn out at this time of the morning. How are you?”
He hugged her, not seeming to notice that her own arms hung lifelessly at her sides. “You have to meet Callie,” he said.
She supposed she did.
Stepping back, she almost collided with Marcus, her shoulder touching his chest, but he didn’t move. And neither did she, buttressed by the solid feel of him right behind her.
She turned the hurting smile to the girl’s face. “How nice to meet you.”
“You too.” Callie had a warm American accent, a genuine smile. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”
