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What A Woman Should Know
Cara Colter
WHAT A MAN'S GOTTA DO…J. D. Turner couldn't let Tally select a mate without understanding how things should be between a man and a woman. Especially since the innocent beauty was going to be raising his little boy! So he took it upon himself to show her just how life and real love could be.Tally Smith had a plan to find the right man to marry and create the perfect family for little Jed. That is, until J.D. kidnapped her on the premise that he was going to show her what she and Jed really needed. Well, she had a little news for him–what this woman and child needed was him!
Was there any possibility that he could feel the same way about her that she did about him?
Of course not, Tally realized. J. D. Turner was the charter member of the Ain’t Getting Married, No Way, Never Club. And if he ever gave up his membership, it wouldn’t be for a girl like her.
He leaned toward her and cupped her hand behind her head. She knew she should pull away. She knew that, and yet she greedily wanted every moment he would give her.
Their lips met.
All the control—which she had tried so hard all her life to have—evaporated, just like that. She felt her lips part at his gentle insistence.
His tongue explored the contours of her mouth until they were both panting with wanting, both of them unleashing that which had been so tightly leashed.
Desire.
Passion.
And the scariest thing of all: hope.
Dear Reader,
If you’re like me, you can’t get enough heartwarming love stories and real-life fairy tales that end happily ever after. You’ll find what you need and so much more with Silhouette Romance each month.
This month you’re in for an extra treat. Bestselling author Susan Meier kicks off MARRYING THE BOSS’S DAUGHTER—the brand-new six-book series written exclusively for Silhouette Romance. In this launch title, Love, Your Secret Admirer (#1684), our favorite matchmaking heiress helps a naive secretary snare her boss’s attention with an eye-catching makeover.
A sexy rancher discovers love and the son he never knew, when he matches wits with a beautiful teacher, in What a Woman Should Know (#1685) by Cara Colter. And a not-so plain Jane captures a royal heart, in To Kiss a Sheik (#1686) by Teresa Southwick, the second of three titles in her sultry DESERT BRIDES miniseries.
Debrah Morris brings you a love story of two lifetimes, in When Lightning Strikes Twice (#1687), the newest paranormal love story in the SOULMATES series. And sparks sizzle between an innocent curator—with a big secret—and the town’s new lawman, in Ransom (#1688) by Diane Pershing. Will a seamstress’s new beau still love her when he learns she is an undercover heiress? Find out in The Bridal Chronicles (#1689) by Lissa Manley.
Be my guest and feed your need for tender and lighthearted romance with all six of this month’s great new love stories from Silhouette Romance.
Enjoy!
Mavis C. Allen
Associate Senior Editor, Silhouette Romance
What a Woman Should Know
Cara Colter
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
To my delightful nephew,
Chase Craig,
with love
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What a Woman Should Know #1685
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A Hasty Wedding
CARA COLTER
shares ten acres in the wild Kootenay region of British Columbia with the man of her dreams, three children, two horses, a cat with no tail and a golden retriever who answers best to “bad dog.” She loves reading, writing and the woods in winter (no bears). She says life’s delights include an automatic garage door opener and the skylight over the bed that allows her to see the stars at night.
She also says, “I have not lived a neat and tidy life, and used to envy those who did. Now I see my struggles as having given me a deep appreciation of life, and of love, that I hope I succeed in passing on through the stories that I tell.”
J. D. Turner’s idea of…
What a Woman Should Know
1) One should not settle for stainless-steel appliances instead of wild nights of passion.
2) Too many rules are damaging to a small boy’s spirit, to anyone’s spirit.
3) Germs are rarely deadly. Dog kisses are one of life’s delights.
4) Small boys (and big ones) need to get dirty.
5) Life needs to hold surprises.
6) Women who get married for security end up like dried old prunes who don’t laugh enough and are prone to depression in their middle years.
Contents
Chapter One (#u490dd170-d3d9-5ff1-bd8c-16003a843afe)
Chapter Two (#u9cedcdbc-94aa-5ef4-80f1-8ea504f2fe13)
Chapter Three (#u78b96735-81f8-5908-92de-0b1e7c445de5)
Chapter Four (#litres_trial_promo)
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 One
John David Turner loved to sing. The louder the better. He loved to sing until the rafters rang with the sound of his voice, until the walls vibrated around him. He sang when he was happy, and today had been a damned good day, even if he had hurt his shoulder pulling the engine from Clyde Walters’s ’72 Mustang.
Of course, there was only one place a guy with a singing voice like his—raspy, out-of-key and thunderous—could make noise like that, and that was in the shower. J.D. was indulging himself now.
The hot water pounding down on him, soothing the ache in the shoulder muscle he’d pulled, he belted out his all-time favorite tune. The bathroom was steamy, despite the wide open window, but he had a theory that steam greatly improved acoustics.
“Annabel was a cow of unusual bovine beauty…”
He held the note at the end until it was wrenching, like the song of the coyotes that haunted the shrub and willow-filled gullies west of his place. Sometimes, like now in the early summer, when he finished that final gut-twisting note, drawing out “beauteeeeeee” endlessly, the coyotes even answered him.
So, he paused now to see if that would be the case.
Every window in his small house was open, letting the cool early evening air chase out the unusual heat of the day. His engine repair shop and house sat on the edge of town, just far enough out of Dancer, North Dakota, so that only the coyotes could hear him when he got in one of these I-gotta-sing moods.
But it wasn’t the voices of coyotes he heard in the sudden void left by the absence of his voice. He heard a determined knocking on his front door.
He frowned, considering this breach of his privacy. He considered not answering the door. No one knew he sang. No one. Except once, a long time ago, in a moment of pure madness, he had sung a love song.
Don’t go there, he told himself.
Though he tried to outwait it, the knocking continued on the front door.
J.D. turned off the shower and grabbed a towel. How could a person go from being so happy, to this in the blink of an eye?
Whether he was mad about remembering the love song, or mad because he had been caught singing, or mad because his intruder didn’t have the good sense to go away, J.D. was just plain mad as he stomped across his bedroom, towel around his waist, dripping water on his carpets. Who the hell would dare to encroach on his most private moment?
Probably his pal Stan, the town’s other bachelor and the only other charter member of the Ain’t Gettin’ Married, No Way, Never Club—known by its initials A.G.M.N.W.N.C.—who dropped by in the evenings, sometimes, with a couple of beers. They’d spend the evening out in the shop tinkering on some old car. If it was Stan, it would be all over Dancer by tomorrow afternoon that J. D. Turner sang about cows in the shower.
Maybe that wouldn’t be big news in most places, but Dancer was a little short on news, big or small. The most inconsequential snippets of private information could tear through the town’s eight-block radius like wildfire.
J.D. had the lousy feeling he was going to be listening to cow jokes for a long, long time.
And, of course, if he asked Stan not to say anything, that would only make it worse.
On the other hand, if it was Stan, he could tell him about the progress he’d made on the Mustang today. Would that be enough to wipe serenades to bovines right out of Stan’s head? Slightly cheered by the possibility he yanked open the door to his bedroom and marched into the hall.
Expecting Stan, J.D. skidded to a halt in the darkness of his hallway, and stared at the shapely silhouette framed in the last rays from a fading sun that spilled in the round oval screen of his outside front door.
She had turned away from the door, and was looking over the overgrown lilac hedge toward town, hugging herself against the little nip in the prairie breeze. She was wearing a pencil-line skirt that might have looked businesslike, if it hadn’t been her. On her, that skirt hugged the seductive swell of hip and buttocks, showed off the long, sensuous line of her legs.
Oh yes. Even though her back was to him, he knew who it was.
Her blond hair shimmered in the last of the day’s light. It looked like it was in a bun, but some strands had broken free, and the breeze played with them, and they tickled and swayed on the slender column of her neck.
For a moment his mouth went dry, and he remembered the man he had been once, a long, long time ago, when he had sung a woman a love song.
He reminded himself, sharply, he was not that man any longer. He knotted the towel firmly around his waist, and strode down the hall.
Every step increased his fury.
Five years. Not so much as a goodbye. No letter. No phone call. No explanation at all. And then she just reappears in his life?
His plan was to slam the door, and lock it. He’d been bewitched by Elana Smith once and that was more than enough.
And so he was shocked when his fury propelled him past the interior door, right out the screen door, and onto the porch.
