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The Reluctant Bachelor
Syndi Powell
Five years ago, Rick Allyn was publicly humiliated when he had his heart broken on the reality dating show True Love. Convincing him to sign up for another round of punishment isn’t going to be easy. But with the show’s ratings plummeting, producer Elizabeth Maier will have to persuade him to agree…or she’ll be putting in a job application at Rick’s small town diner. Elizabeth is confident this season will be different.With his prominent family, boyish charm and good looks, Rick is the complete package. Finding his soul mate shouldn’t be hard. However, as filming continues, she’s beginning to suspect that the perfect woman for Rick is her.Leaving Elizabeth with a tough choice – her job at True Love or a shot at the real thing.
A SECOND CHANCE AT TRUE LOVE
Five years ago, Rick Allyn was publicly humiliated when he had his heart broken on the reality dating show True Love. Convincing him to sign up for another round of punishment isn’t going to be easy. But with the show’s ratings plummeting, producer Elizabeth Maier will have to persuade him to agree…or she’ll be putting in a job application at Rick’s small-town diner.
Elizabeth is confident this season will be different. With his prominent family, boyish charm and good looks, Rick is the complete package. Finding his soul mate shouldn’t be hard. However, as filming continues, she’s beginning to suspect that the perfect woman for Rick is her. That leaves Elizabeth with a tough choice: her job at True Love or a shot at the real thing.
Elizabeth studied the handsome man next to her.
When had she lost her touch? Most men jumped at the chance to have twenty-five beautiful women fawning over them.
“You owe it to America to be on the show.”
“Somehow I think you’re exaggerating.” Rick chuckled.
She was losing him. He wasn’t interested in money, love or fame. What else could he want? She changed gears. “If this is about reliving history, we’ll do a better job this time. You won’t end up humiliated and alone.”
“It must be nice to control the universe.”
She reached over and put a hand on his arm, and tried to ignore the skitter in her stomach when she felt his muscles underneath the denim jacket. “Tell me what you want, and I’ll guarantee it.”
If only she could have what she truly wanted.
Dear Reader,
One of my favorite television shows is The Bachelor, and I love the idea that you can meet the love of your life on a reality show. Of course, the reality is it doesn’t always work out that way, and I wondered what would happen if a bachelor was rejected on live television in front of an audience of millions? How could he come back from that and find a second chance at love? And what if it turned out to be with the wrong woman?
With those questions in mind, I started the story. I named my bachelor after my dad and gave him a lot of my dad’s qualities. I discovered that I wasn’t only writing a romance, but a story that would honor my dad’s memory in a small way.
I hope you enjoy the story as much as I did. And I’d love to hear from you at www.facebook.com/syndipowellauthor (http://www.facebook.com/syndipowellauthor).
Syndi Powell
The Reluctant Bachelor
Syndi Powell
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
SYNDI POWELL
started writing stories when she was young, eager to find out what happened after the happily-ever-after in her favorite books, and has made it a lifelong pursuit. She’s been reading Harlequin romance novels since she was in her teens and is thrilled to join the Harlequin team. She lives near Detroit with her husband, stepson and a cat and dog who believe they run the household. She loves to connect with readers on Twitter, @syndipowell (https://twitter.com/syndipowell), or on her Facebook author page, www.facebook.com/syndipowellauthor (http://www.facebook.com/syndipowellauthor).
Dedicated to my dad, who I hope can read this book from heaven. I love and miss you. And to my mom, who introduced me to reading Harlequin books in the first place and started the love affair. Thank you both for your love and support.
Contents
PROLOGUE (#uc3e147cc-ca9c-5220-a341-b153eb2e7b5a)
CHAPTER ONE (#u74ce05da-6ee8-5b7b-b939-2dca833e82cd)
CHAPTER TWO (#u109930f5-7132-5006-8653-e525c75322b4)
CHAPTER THREE (#u8801ceb3-807c-5e82-8092-d3c49069b46d)
CHAPTER FOUR (#ue3cb3b5d-54e4-5fb3-9caa-39e64697e9e0)
CHAPTER FIVE (#u406fccdc-5b65-5bc4-88d1-054d0434e023)
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 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)
PROLOGUE
RICK ALLYNTUGGEDat the sky-blue tie that had been looped around his neck by one of the production assistants of True Love, a dating reality show. Only moments away from proposing to the one woman he’d never believed he’d find, he should feel anxious, right? The butterflies running bases in his stomach only proved his human nature.
After all, Brandy could say no.
But she wouldn’t. Not to him. At twenty-five, he was the entire package—looks, smarts and, after his agent worked out the details of his contract, a major-league baseball player.
Lizzie Maier walked toward him. Serious, as always. She was wearing a purple power suit; her long brown hair was tied up in some ridiculous style that only emphasized the sharpness of her cheekbones. And the grass-green of her eyes.
He held up his hands in surrender. “What did I do now?”
Lizzie shook her head and reached up to straighten his tie. “She’s almost ready for you.” She didn’t look him in the eyes, but kept her focus on his suit and the fit of it. “Are you sure about this?”
Finally she looked up at him. “Brandy’s an amazing woman. Beautiful. Smart. What man wouldn’t want to be married to her?”
“Right.” Lizzie nodded, then tapped her earpiece and shook her head. “They’re still not ready. Rick, I should tell you—”
“Lizzie, relax.”
“It’s Elizabeth.”
“Not to me.” He winked at her. “I’m going to propose. She’ll say yes. Then you’re going to throw us the biggest, most romantic wedding that has ever aired on television.” Rick rolled his head around his neck to get out the tension. “Now, let’s get this show on the road. The rock in my pocket is weighing me down.”
“What if she doesn’t pick you?”
Rick laughed and shook his head. “She’s going to pick Wade? Give me a break. It’s not like all of us didn’t warn her about him. Brandy’s a smart girl. She knows.”
“Rick—”
“It’s fine. Really, Lizzie.” He straightened his shoulders and touched his tie. “I’m getting the girl. I’m winning her heart. And you can print that in the tabloids.”
Lizzie tapped her earpiece again. “Okay, they’re ready for you.” She studied him, then sighed. “You’ve been a good friend to me during this show. Thanks.”
He winked. “Let’s go propose on live television.”
CHAPTER ONE
FIVEYEARSSHOULDbe enough time for people to forget. In a world of thirty-second sound bites and high-speed internet, one person’s fifteen minutes of fame should be a distant memory in a few months at most.
But Rick didn’t live in a world of shoulds. If he did, he’d be happily married to Brandy. And Lizzie wouldn’t be sitting in the stands at the annual Pickle Play-Off game.
Get your head in the game, Allyn. This is for the championship.
He clapped his hands and crouched into a running stance at second base. His line drive had been good enough to get him there, but he needed one more solid hit to get him and the guy on third home to win the game. The young man with Down syndrome up to bat might dampen anyone else’s enthusiasm. But not Rick’s. Because tonight was his night. He could feel it down to his cleats.
Rick cupped his hands around his mouth. “C’mon, Jeffy. Hit me in, buddy.”
Jeffy looked up at him and nodded. He bit his tongue as he got into position in front of the catcher.
The first pitch. “Ball.”
Rick stood and clapped his hands once more. “Good eye, Jeffy.”
Jeffy swung at the next ball. Missed. “Strike one.”
“Wait for your pitch, buddy.” Rick put his hands on his knees, rubbing the left one to ease the ache—a remnant of a car accident five years before—then returned to his running stance, ready to make a dash for third if the opportunity arose.
The next ball floated across the plate. “Strike two.”
The crowd got to their feet. They could be one pitch away from winning it all. Or losing. They stomped. Shouted. Cheered. Jeffy’s mom hid her head in her hands and turned to the well-dressed brunette in a purple power suit beside her.
Why was she here?
Rick shook his head. Stay focused. “C’mon, Jeffy. Hit her out of here!”
He held his breath as the next ball pinged off Jeffy’s bat and rolled toward first base.
“Foul ball!”
At third base, Tom saw his opportunity and sprinted toward home before the opposing team could react. He slid safely into home plate and tied the game as Rick reached third base.
One hit was all they needed. One solid hit to get Rick home.
He held his hands up. “Time-out.” He started walking toward Jeffy. Time for a pep talk.
* * *
THEOLDERWOMANsitting beside Elizabeth on the bleachers covered her eyes. “I can’t look.”
Elizabeth looked from the woman to the young man talking with Rick at home plate. “Is that your son?”
The woman turned and smiled at Elizabeth. “You’re not from around here, are you?”
“Afraid not.” She gripped the handles of her Kate Spade bag tighter. “I’m here on business.”
And business was exactly what she should be doing rather than sitting on a hard wooden bleacher, waiting for a chance to talk to Rick. He looked good. Better than good. But five years hadn’t changed him. Same brown hair that looked as if he’d run a comb through it sometime that week. Same warm grin that could make a girl’s toes curl. And if she could get close enough to see his brown eyes, she knew she’d see the familiar twinkle that played with his good-guy image. Five years and he still didn’t see his potential beyond this hick town. Good thing she was there to change all that.
The woman next to her held out her hand. “I’m Martha. Otherwise known in town as Jeffy’s mom.”
Elizabeth turned her attention back to Martha and shook her hand. “Elizabeth.”
“Jeffy loves the game, but because he’s slow, coaches won’t let him play.” She turned adoring eyes back to the two men standing at home plate. “Except for Rick, bless him.”
Rick walked back to third base as Jeffy returned to the batter’s box. Swung the bat a few times. Hunkered down, ready for his pitch.
Martha squeezed her eyes shut. “Oh, I can’t watch.”
Elizabeth took the woman’s hand in hers. “I’ll watch for you.” You could get through anything with someone holding your hand.
The pitch. “Ball two.”
The crowd let out their breath and clapped. “Jeffy! Jeffy! Jeffy!”
The pitcher glanced at third base, then threw the ball at the baseman. Rick shook his head. “Just pitch the ball, Stu.” He turned back to Jeffy. “Nice and easy, now. Just like practice.”
Jeffy nodded and tightened his grip on the bat.
The coach from the other team laughed. “No worries, folks. We’ve got the game. That trophy is as good as ours.”
Stu shook off the catcher’s first two calls. He nodded and threw the ball.
