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In Your Dreams
Kristan Higgins
Everyone loves Jack Holland, but Emmaline Neal needs him. Her ex-fiancé is getting married in Malibu and, obviously, she can't go to the wedding alone.In Manningsport, New York, tall, blond and gorgeous Jack Holland is practically a cottage industry when it comes to rescuing desperate women. He knows the drill, Em figures, so he won't get the wrong idea.What Jack needs is an excuse to leave town. Ever since rescuing four teenagers from a car wreck, he's been hailed as a hero and the attention is making him itchy, especially since his too-pretty ex-wife is back, angling for a reunion. He's always liked Emmaline. She needs a weekend date? No problem.So when they wind up in bed together, Em chalks it up to red wine and chocolate cake, just one impulsive night not to be repeated. But Jack's pushing for more, and if she lets down her guard, either she'll get her heart crushed again, or discover that Jack's worth more than just dreaming about.
Everyone loves Jack Holland, but Emmaline Neal needs him.
Her ex-fiancé is getting married in Malibu and, obviously, she can’t go to the wedding alone. In Manningsport, New York, tall, blond and gorgeous Jack Holland is practically a cottage industry when it comes to rescuing desperate women. He knows the drill, Em figures, so he won’t get the wrong idea.
What Jack needs is an excuse to leave town. Ever since rescuing four teenagers from a car wreck, he’s been hailed as a hero and the attention is making him itchy, especially since his too-pretty ex-wife is back, angling for a reunion. He’s always liked Emmaline. She needs a weekend date? No problem.
So when they wind up in bed together, Em chalks it up to red wine and chocolate cake, just one impulsive night not to be repeated. But Jack’s pushing for more, and if she lets down her guard, either she’ll get her heart crushed again, or discover that Jack’s worth more than just dreaming about.
Praise for Kristan Higgins’ Blue Heron series (#ulink_2b2d64ef-dd76-5788-89d6-1fe21b2b3a8d)
THE BEST MAN
~Named a Best Book of the Year by Amazon,
Library Journal and Kirkus Reviews~
“Another sweet, touching must-read for Higgins fans and anyone who enjoys a perfect combination of humor and romance.”
—Kirkus, starred review
“A deliriously funny story.… The Best Man is Kristan Higgin’s best book—and that’s saying a lot.”
—Eloisa James
“You’ll adore every bit of this story—the setting bits, the funny bits, the sweet bits, the sexy bits and the emotional bits.… Higgins’s latest is sexy, screwy, funny and fulfilling—a simply radiant read.”
—USA TODAY
“Emotional resonance balances zany antics in a powerful story that feels completely real.”
—Publishers Weekly, starred review
THE PERFECT MATCH
“Higgins offers readers a journey filled with tears and laughter and the best kind of sighs, proving she only gets better with each book.”
—New York Times
“Tender insight, bright humor and flawless character development.… Another delightful, funny, yet heart-wrenching must-read romance from Higgins.”
—Kirkus Reviews, starred review
“Zingy dialog and hilarious asides…make this refreshing riff on the classic marriage-of-convenience plot a delightfully unorthodox, captivating winner.”
—Library Journal
WAITING ON YOU
“Romance star Higgins continues the Blue Heron series with her signature combination of wit, humor and soul-jarring emotional depth.”
—Kirkus Reviews, starred review
“Fans should take care not to read this one in church or anywhere else a gut-busting laugh would be inappropriate.”
—New York Times Journal of Books
“Embodies everything fans of contemporary romance are looking for.”
—RT Book Reviews
In Your Dreams
Kristan Higgins
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
This book is dedicated to my great friend—the wonderful, the generous, the mighty Robyn Carr.
Contents
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Dedication (#u57d08cee-f8df-5494-8799-4f9817f72e1d)
PROLOGUE (#u8f585f6a-4b6e-5356-bd62-fc01648f8d89)
CHAPTER ONE (#ua956aab3-2ed2-5021-8506-74e8788f537e)
CHAPTER TWO (#u0237f946-5eb8-570c-a526-1f5e37ea4f18)
CHAPTER THREE (#u83280d84-29c6-5de1-9926-e6da70e55ca9)
CHAPTER FOUR (#u015fd6d6-bffe-58c1-832e-ff2d588222d7)
CHAPTER FIVE (#u63c07af7-8613-5b74-b7c8-718dc078018a)
CHAPTER SIX (#ueff20725-28e7-5db5-b6f1-b2115b10f561)
CHAPTER SEVEN (#u9ffe9e43-ad82-5801-af94-1ac1332360e6)
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 THIRTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER FOURTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER FIFTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER SIXTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER NINETEEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER TWENTY (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER THIRTY (#litres_trial_promo)
EPILOGUE (#litres_trial_promo)
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS (#litres_trial_promo)
Extract (#litres_trial_promo)
Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)
PROLOGUE (#ulink_ebd28a34-7c06-56d3-9a51-05bf7d287e39)
Well, now, it goes without saying that we all love Jack Holland. Especially us women.
But the Midwinter Miracle... Oh, gosh, can you even imagine? Not that we were surprised that Jack was wonderful—of course he was! First of all, he’s John Holland’s son, the only boy in the family, though I guess we’d have to say “man” now, of course. And he was in the navy, too, just in case he hadn’t already won us over by being the nicest thing ever. Not to mention handsome! Those blue eyes... Even Cathy and Louise were talking about those eyes the other day!
Jack’s just about royalty around here, since the Hollands are a founding family of Manningsport, and Jack’s the head winemaker at Blue Heron, the Hollands’ vineyard. Guess we won’t have to worry about them selling their land to a developer, not with all those kids in the family business. And then there’s the way Jack treats those three sisters of his, and his stepmother! A prince, that’s what he is! Don’t get us started on that ex-wife of his. She never deserved him.
Anyway, what we were saying? Oh, yes, the Midwinter Miracle! Well now, sure, it was a group effort. Levi Cooper, our police chief, he was wonderful (no relation to Anderson, and don’t think we didn’t ask). Levi and his deputy, Luanne Macomb’s granddaughter, what’s her name again? Emily? Emmaline? Anyway, they did the CPR. And that handsome Gerard Chartier, him, too.
But mostly, it was Jack.
Which was no surprise to us.
It was quite...well, exciting isn’t quite the right word, is it? But it was remarkable, no disrespect meant to that poor family, of course. Manningsport just about shuts down in the winter, just us year-rounders left, no tourists until spring when the wine tastings start up again. So the Midwinter Miracle brought all sorts of media celebrities here—Brian Williams stayed at the Black Swan; did you know? So charming! And just about everyone and their brother had to drop by O’Rourke’s when Anderson Cooper was in there.
That night put our little lakeside town on the map, and given that it happened in January, well, we could all use the distraction. Laney Hughes even opened up the gift shop off-season, there were so many people flocking to town. Unloaded plenty of Keuka Lake T-shirts, she sure did. Lorelei’s Sunrise Bakery sold out of everything by 8:00 a.m. that entire week.
What’s that? How’s Jack doing? He’s fine! He’s wonderful! A true hero. Anyone will tell you that.
Why would you even ask?
CHAPTER ONE (#ulink_ee20a2d8-aca4-5bee-84f4-941b3d5328fb)
NOTHING KICKED OFF Emmaline Neal’s weekend like using a Taser.
Okay, okay, she hadn’t used the Taser yet and she probably wouldn’t get to (dang), but the tiny thrill of anticipation didn’t lie. If indeed there was an intruder in the McIntosh house, it would be deeply satisfying to apprehend him. Barb McIntosh suspected a sex offender, and, if she was right, Em knew exactly where she’d target the electrodes.
Granted, Barb had already admitted to being addicted to Law & Order: Special Victims Unit (“That Christopher Meloni! So handsome!”). But she’d heard strange noises in the utility part of her basement, and her grandson, the notoriously creepy Bobby, wasn’t home.
“Approaching cellar stairs,” Everett Field whispered.
“Yeah, I can tell that, Ev, since I’m right behind you,” Emmaline said. “And there’s no need to whisper.”
“Roger that,” Everett whispered.
Despite the fact that Emmaline had only been on the job for nine months and Everett was more senior, they both knew she was a better cop. Ev wasn’t the crunchiest chip in the bag.
“You sure Bobby’s not here?” Em asked Barb over her shoulder.
“No. I called him on the phone and yelled down there, so...”
“Roger that,” Everett said, reaching for his holster. “Alert for incoming hostiles.”
“Get your hand off that gun, Everett,” Emmaline said. “And where do you get this language?”
