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Valentine's Fantasy: When Valentines Collide / To Love Again
Adrianne Byrd
Janice Sims
On this special day dedicated to romance, wonderful things can happen: secret desires may be spoken, roses can arrive with a card saying “I love you,” or a dizzying kiss is exchanged for the first time.Now, two of your favorite Harlequin Kimani authors- with some help from cupid, of course- have sent their own Valentine’s Day gift: a duet of thrilling stories filled with passion and desire…When Valentines Collide by Adrianne ByrdDr. Chante Valentine and Dr. Matthew Valentine know all the right moves to nurture relationships–except when it came to mending their own. Since divorce would jeopardize their respective careers, the love gurus reluctantly agree to a "sex-therapy" retreat. Will the love doctors gain a second chance at happiness…To Love Again by Janice SimsSan Francisco caterer, Alana Calloway, is bitter and lonely after the death of her police officer husband. Then she receives flowers from a secret admirer. After a stunning revelation, will Alana be able to let go of the past and learn to love again… in Nicholas Setera’s arms.
On this special day
dedicated to romance, wonderful things can happen: secret desires may be spoken, roses can arrive with a card saying “I love you,” or a dizzying kiss is exchanged for the first time. Now, two of your favorite Harlequin Kimani authors—with some help from cupid, of course—have sent their own Valentine’s Day gift: a duet of thrilling stories filled with passion and desire…
When Valentines Collide
by ADRIANNE BYRD
Dr. Chante Valentine and Dr. Matthew Valentine know all the right moves to nurture relationships—except when it comes to mending their own. Since divorce would jeopardize their respective careers, the love gurus reluctantly agree to a “sex-therapy” retreat. Will the love doctors gain a second chance at happiness?
To Love Again
by JANICE SIMS
San Francisco caterer Alana Calloway is bitter and lonely after the death of her police officer husband. Then she receives flowers from a secret admirer. After a stunning revelation, will Alana be able to let go of the past and learn to love again…in Nicholas Setera’s arms?
Valentine’s Fantasy
When Valentines Collide
Adrianne Byrd
To Love Again
Janice Sims
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
CONTENTS
When Valentines Collide (#u8a45beea-3321-5aeb-b5c9-7adc688fd232) by Adrianne Byrd
To Love Again (#litres_trial_promo) by Janice Sims
When Valentines Collide
This book is dedicated to the new angel on my shoulder—
Alice Coleman Finnley. I can still hear your laughter.
Contents
Chapter 1 (#u74243212-2e7a-5a59-8613-11a634f1b4b5)
Chapter 2 (#ud102be7a-e39a-55d8-9207-f30595e4f4e8)
Chapter 3 (#u176650d7-6fc0-500d-b637-61f6e918e3e9)
Chapter 4 (#u2262cad1-ce04-5380-acfe-739182f81312)
Chapter 5 (#u2f4a8d6e-7ac8-5b60-8c16-2e589cd54674)
Chapter 6 (#u5940f76d-4c2b-5132-968a-6429c27b7dd4)
Chapter 7 (#u95e3956d-d9d0-57ca-ad30-71bafd6838e1)
Chapter 8 (#uf4f4dc57-db67-566f-ac8b-bc6b4f464dce)
Chapter 9 (#u200cd275-b663-53f8-80fe-6ed7a44e1bba)
Chapter 10 (#u7a045afd-5da6-52e7-b996-3169dc47b308)
Chapter 11 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 12 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 13 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 14 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 15 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 16 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 17 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 18 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 19 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 20 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 21 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 22 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 23 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 24 (#litres_trial_promo)
Epilogue (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 1
“He’s an egotistical, self-righteous son of a bitch,” Chanté Valentine spat, storming through her best friend and publishing editor, Edie Hathaway’s front door. “The man thinks he’s God’s gift to psychology.”
“Please, come in,” Edie mumbled in the wake of her trail, sighed, and then closed the door. Shaking her head and tightening her belt around her curvy, plus-size figure, she followed her friend back into the dining room.
“I can’t do this any longer,” Chanté announced as she marched straight toward the bar.
“It’s eight in the morning.”
“What can I say? I like vodka with my eggs.”
Edie patiently watched her bestselling author splash out a glass of her expensive liquor. “You could add a dash of orange juice so I’d feel better about you getting something nutritional out of that drink.”
Chanté smirked, but complied. “I want a divorce.”
“Absolutely not.” Edie crossed her arms. “It would ruin both of your careers.”
Chanté downed a deep gulp and then came up for air. “I don’t care.”
“Sure you do.” Edie shuffled over to the table where her breakfast grew cold. “Besides, you still love him...or you would’ve left him a long time ago.”
“Ha! I’ve been trying to leave Matthew for the last two years, but it’s always ‘wait until after contract negotiations, wait until after you write your book, wait until after the book is published.’ Now the blasted thing has been number one on the New York Times bestseller list for ten weeks running and you’re still telling me to wait.”
“You should wait.” Edie shook her head as she slathered butter onto a biscuit. “How would it look if America’s two top relationship gurus divorced each other? Don’t you think we would have a credibility issue here?”
“Oh, give me a break.” Chanté downed a second gulp. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you, Seth and Matthew have all teamed up to drive me nuts.”
“All right.” Edie lowered her biscuit without taking a bite. “I know I’m going to regret asking, but what did Matthew do this time?”
One of Chanté’s brows rose quizzically. “I take it you didn’t watch Letterman last night?”
“Tivo. I’d planned to watch it this morning,” Edie said, sounding concerned. “Why? What happened?”
Chanté’s eyes narrowed as she simmered. “Letterman snidely pointed out the differences in our approaches in relationship counseling and then asked how people should choose whose advice to follow.”
Edie leaned back in her chair and brushed back her thick straw curls from her face. “And...what did he say?”
“That people should follow the advice from the one who graduated from a real school.”
Edie’s mouth rounded silently.
“You should have seen him sitting there as proud as a peacock, cramming his overpriced education down everyone’s throat.” Chanté sloshed her drink down onto the breakfast bar and flailed her hands in the air. “Oh, look at me. I’m a Princeton graduate while my wife—”
“Graduated from Kissessme College in Karankawa, Texas,” Edie finished.
“Which is a damn good school,” Chanté snapped. “I busted my butt with two waitressing jobs to get my degree. I didn’t have a rich daddy to write me a blank check.”
Edie frowned. “I know you two are going through a rough patch—”
“This is more than a rough patch.”
“But sometimes I wonder how the hell you two got together in the first place.”
“Oh, that’s easy.” Chanté strode to the table and pulled out a chair. “Ten years ago, Matthew Valentine was handsome—”
“He still is.”
“Charming—”
“Check.”
“Successful.”
“Double-check.”
Chanté’s lips curled wickedly. “And great in bed.”
Edie’s eyebrows rose with surprise and interest. “Oh?”
“Now he seems to think all he has to do is get his groove on and wait for a baby. A baby. That’s all he ever talks about. After nine miscarriages you’d think he would give it a rest.” Chanté drew a deep breath.
“So I take it you haven’t told him you’re—?”
“How can I?” She sloshed down another gulp, exhaled, and then finally slumped her shoulders in defeat. “Nine miscarriages. Five years. I should have started trying to have a family earlier.”
“Come on. You wanted a career first. That’s understandable.”
“Yeah, but now I’m pushing forty and my body attacks every fertilized egg like I’ve caught a disease or something.” She shook her head. “I can’t help but wonder if I’d tried sooner I’d already have our baby as opposed to being on this wild race against my biological clock—a race Matthew is determined to win.” Chanté shook her head during another sigh. “I just need a break—physically and emotionally.”
“Is that why you kicked him out of your bedroom?”
“How did you—?”
“Seth.” Edie filled in the blanks. “He’ll never admit it, but those two gossip more than we do. If I remember correctly it’s been...what—five months?”
Chanté took another gulp. “Something like that.”
Her friend shook her head as she folded her arms and leaned back in her chair. “You know you’re playing with fire when you let too much testosterone pile up. Not to mention, you seem a little wound tight yourself.”
“If I’m wound too tight it’s because I’m frustrated that Matthew and I can fix everyone’s marriage problems but our own.”
“That’s because it always boils down to the battle of the wills with you guys.” Edie shrugged and then returned her attention to her breakfast. “Both of you always have to be right.”
Chanté grew indignant. “That’s not true...entirely.”
Edie continued eating.
“The problem is that two perfectionists should never marry each other.”
“Or two stubborn people.”
