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Love Chronicles
Lissa Manley
SHE GOT UNDER HIS SKIN…[And besides, Dr. Connor Forbes didn't want a r partner. Even if Sunny Williams was the most beautiful blonde he'd ever seen, the uptight physician knew Sunny's crazy New Age ideas–and her irresistible lips–would only wreak havoc on his practical, wellordered life.i But with her sweet smile and luxurious deep ^tissue massages, the spunky siren had made it impossible for him to turn her away without risking the wrath of the entire town of Oak Valley…and his traitorous heart.Maybe having Sunny as a partner was just what the doctor ordered…
“Look at that.
It’s beautiful, don’t you think?”
Connor looked up, but he couldn’t see the moon from where he was standing. He bent down and took a quick look. “Yeah, I guess so.”
Sunny stood and beckoned him closer. “Look from over here,” she said, moving toward the porch railing.
He hung back, not sure he should let himself get any closer. Any closer and his body would definitely be involved. “It’s just the moon,” he said, moving a little nearer. “No big deal.”
Sunny took two large steps and gripped his hand. Tugging gently, she said, “Boy do you need to loosen up.” When they reached the railing, she pointed up again, smiling. “There. Now look at that and tell me it’s not beautiful.”
“Beautiful,” he murmured.
“I was talking about the moon.”
“And I was talking about you.”
Dear Reader,
When you’re stuffing the stockings this year remember that Silhouette Romance’s December lineup is the perfect complement to candy canes and chocolate! Remind your loved ones—and yourself—of the power of love.
Open your heart to magic with the third installment of IN A FAIRY TALE WORLD…, the miniseries where matchmaking gets a little help from an enchanted princess. In Her Frog Prince (SR #1746) Shirley Jump provides a rollicking good read with the antics of two opposites who couldn’t be more attracted!
Then meet a couple of heartbreaking cowboys from authors Linda Goodnight and Roxann Delaney. In The Least Likely Groom (SR #1747) Linda Goodnight brings us a risk-taking rodeo man who finds himself the recipient of lots of tender loving care—from one very special nurse! And Roxann Delaney pairs a beauty disguised as an ugly duckling with the man most likely to make her smolder, in The Truth About Plain Jane (SR #1748).
Last but not least, discover the explosive potential of close proximity as a big-city physician works side by side with a small-town beauty. Is it her wacky ideas that drive him crazy—or his sudden desire to make her his? Find out in Love Chronicles (SR #1749) by Lissa Manley.
Watch for more heartwarming titles in the coming year. You don’t want to miss a single one!
Happy reading!
Mavis C. Allen
Associate Senior Editor
Love Chronicles
Lissa Manley
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
This book is dedicated to my fantastic editor,
Patience Smith. Your input and editorial advice have
made my books so much better. Thank you.
Books by Lissa Manley
Silhouette Romance
The Bachelor Chronicles #1665
The Bridal Chronicles #1689
The Baby Chronicles #1705
Love Chronicles #1749
LISSA MANLEY
has been an avid reader of romance since her teens and firmly believes that writing romances with happy endings is her dream job. She lives in the beautiful Pacific Northwest with her college-sweetheart husband of nineteen years, Kevin, two children, Laura and Sean, and two feisty toy poodles named Lexi and Angel, who run the household and get away with it. She has a degree in business from the University of Oregon, having discovered the joys of writing well after her college years. In her spare time, she enjoys reading, crafting, attending her children’s sporting events and relaxing at the family vacation home on the Oregon coast.
Lissa loves to hear from her readers. She can be reached at P.O. Box 91336, Portland, OR 97291-0336, or at http://lissamanley.com (http://lissamanley.com).
Dear Mr. Commitment,
My husband forgot our anniversary this year. He spends more time in the garage with his precious lawn tools than with me. What can I do to spice up our love life?
Yours sincerely,
Out of it in Oregon
Dear Out of it,
To spice up your love life, put more cayenne in his chili. Not only will he notice you, but it will knock the stuffing out of him! Ha ha ha!
Mr. Commitment
Dear Out of it,
Forget what Mr. Commitment says! To spice up your love life, do one little romantic thing each day to show him how much you love him. In the meantime, sign up for a class, take tap lessons, audition for a town play—find your own “precious lawn tools.”
Best of luck!
Sunny Williams
Contents
Chapter One (#u807d07e3-692a-5b6a-a0eb-43bc8ad63f89)
Chapter Two (#u732b1294-1ae8-5bd9-bb78-36c056e23891)
Chapter Three (#u8c8f641d-5a6b-5763-b50a-d93fdc8e74d3)
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 Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter One
Connor Forbes glanced up from the medical journal he was reading at the receptionist’s counter and looked at the office window.
“What a crock,” he grumbled, staring at the words Mr. Commitment painted in gold letters below his father’s name, Brady Forbes, M.D. Unfortunately, Connor’s name would soon take the place of his father’s and the whole town of Oak Valley, Oregon, would be coming to him not only for their medical problems, which he was more than qualified to handle, but for their relationship problems, too.
He snorted and shook his head, then rubbed his eyes under his wire-rimmed reading glasses. A man who’d failed to keep a girlfriend for more than three months at a time was the last person who should be Mr. Commitment.
He dropped his hands from his eyes and his dire thoughts were cut off when a large, black-and-white blur ran by the office’s floor-to-ceiling window. Drawing his eyebrows together, Connor straightened just as a slender woman dressed in a flowing skirt ran by. She was waving one hand in the air while the other clutched a large tote bag, her sunshine-blond hair streaming out behind her.
Intrigued—nothing remotely exciting ever happened in Oak Valley, and certainly nothing involving lithe, feminine legs and long, silky blond hair—he moved out from behind the desk and headed closer to the window to get a better view.
The blur reappeared across the street. Connor’s eyebrows went up when he saw that the black-and-white thing was a giant dog running at breakneck speed down the boardwalk.
The runaway mutt took a sharp right and leaped off the boardwalk and into the street, his huge paws flopping, his whip-like tail held high in the air. Just about the time Connor thanked heaven traffic was nonexistent in Oak Valley, the dog headed straight toward his office. In one mighty leap, the crazy canine cleared the step up to the boardwalk. Tongue lolling, he took another step and then skidded to a halt just in time to plant his huge front paws on the window facing Connor. He let out a huge woof, his tail wagging, his mouth pressed into what Connor would swear was a doggy smile.
Before Connor could recover from the attack of the humongous smiling dog, the woman with the sunshine-blond hair ran up, her brows knitted together, her pink lips pressed into a frown. She had high cheekbones and what looked like a smattering of freckles on her perfect nose. She wore a long, flowing pink skirt and gauzy white top.
She dropped her bag, grabbed the dog’s collar and pulled him off the window. She bent over, shaking a scolding finger at the delinquent mutt. Didn’t seem to faze the animal in the least. He playfully jumped around, barking, trying to get loose.
After her “scolding,” she hooked the leash on the dog, then straightened. She reached up with a noticeable huff and flipped her sunglasses onto the top of her head, exposing a strip of firm flesh at her waist where her top fell short.
Connor took his glasses off and stared, his blood heating up. She was beautiful. His last relationship, clocking in at a bare three weeks, had ended five months ago. He was due.
She turned his way and saw him, almost giving him a heart attack when her gorgeous topaz-brown gaze hit his. She stared back, the attraction clearly mutual; then her eyes refocused and she gazed at the words on the window. She mouthed the words Mr. Commitment.
He swore the flush on her cheeks deepened as she took in his white lab coat, then gave him a feeble little wave, as if it weren’t okay to swap stares with a doctor. Shaking her head, she pulled the dog to one of the wooden benches that lined the boardwalk, tied him up and then, surprisingly, made her way back toward Connor’s office.
Okay, maybe it was okay to stare at a doctor.
He returned to his spot behind the reception counter. June, his nurse/receptionist who would normally greet visitors, was having a problem getting her grandson to preschool and hadn’t arrived yet.
As the mystery woman opened the door and stepped inside, he got hold of himself and knitted his brow. Who was she? Not a scheduled patient; he knew everyone who had appointments with him this morning. He didn’t recognize her as a local, either. Although he had been in Seattle for a long time. Still, he’d been back for a month and he wouldn’t forget a woman who looked like her. Not in a million years. Besides, if he did know her, he sure wouldn’t be feeling a sharp lack of female companionship in his life right now.
Miss Sunshine stood on the other side of the oak reception counter, smiling, exposing straight white teeth. This close, he could see a there was indeed a light dusting of freckles on her nose, visible even through the pink blush staining her cheeks. Her smile made his blood surge, but it was her big brown eyes, the color of dark topaz, that really knocked him for a loop all over again.
He said the first thing that popped into his head. “What’s up with your dog?”
Her blush deepened. “Oh, I am so sorry. He’s a little…wild.” She bit her lip and glanced toward the smudged window. “I’ll be sure and clean up his paw and nose marks.” Her voice was distinctive—melodious and sexy at the same time.
“Don’t worry about it. Maybe he needs some obedience training,” Connor offered. “A training collar might help.”
She widened her eyes. “You mean a choke collar?” she said, horror studding every syllable. “That would hurt him.”
“A car nailing him would hurt more. Luckily, there’s no traffic in Oak Valley, or he might have been hit.”
She pressed her lips into a fine line. “I have my own ways of training my dog—”
“Ways that work?”
She snapped her mouth closed and glared. “My dog isn’t the issue here.” She stepped forward and grudgingly offered her hand. “You must be Dr. Forbes.” She sounded as if she thought he’d morphed into Dr. Frankenstein.
He took the proffered hand and shook it, liking how smooth and warm and small it felt in his, how its heat spread instantly into his body. “Uh, yes. Yes I am.” He tilted his head sideways and reluctantly released her, noticing her light floral scent in the air, wishing he could lean in close and sniff. He really hoped she wasn’t a patient. It would be unethical to have the sorts of thoughts he was having if he was supposed to treat her. “And you are?”
“Sunny Williams.” She scanned the area, her tight look fading a bit. “I can’t tell you how much I’ve looked forward to coming here, Dr. Forbes. I fully believe my holistic approach to healing will add a wonderful new dimension to your practice.”
He pulled in his chin, surprised by not only how fitting her name was, but also that he had absolutely no idea what she was talking about. “Holistic healing? You mean all of that ridiculous, New Age mumbo jumbo?”
She bristled again. “It’s not mumbo jumbo,” she replied, her eyes sparking. “I deal in massage therapy, yoga and aromatherapy.”
“And it will add a new dimension to my practice?” He laughed under his breath, shaking his head. “You’ve got the wrong guy.” He didn’t believe in that kind of garbage. Science was the backbone of his medical practice, not the touchy-feely theories that were making the rounds these days.
She pursed her glossy lips and frowned, creating appealing little lines between her dark blond eyebrows. “I don’t think so.” She put her tote bag on the floor and raised one brow. “You’re Connor Forbes, right?”
He widened his stance, crossing his arms over his chest. “Yes, I am, but I don’t know who you are.”
Mild panic rose in her eyes; then, her face cleared and she grinned. “Oh, that rascal.”
“Who are you talking about?”
“Why, your father, of course.” She pushed her hair behind her ear and gave him a funny look. “Who else?”
Connor stared at her, the bottom falling out of his stomach. “My father?”
Nodding, she said, “He met my parents at a marriage counseling workshop, found out I was looking to make a new start, and he invited me to come here and set up shop next door.” She gestured to the empty storefront next to his. “I guess we got off on the wrong foot.” She extended her hand again. “I’m Sunny Williams, your new partner.”
His partner?
Connor stared at her hand, trying to ignore how much he wanted to touch her again. He shoved his glasses back on. Raw anger began to bubble inside of him, along with a burning question he was damn sure going to find the answer to.
What in the heck was his dad up to?
Sunny withdrew her hand when the doctor didn’t shake it. She took a little breath to calm her racing heart, attributing her breathlessness to the fact that Rufus had been his usual naughty self this morning, leading her on a wild goose chase before she’d caught him. To make matters worse, he’d been naughty in front of her new partner, mortifying her in the process. It didn’t help at all that her new partner had never heard of her.
