The Cupcake Diaries: Sweet On You
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“What are you going to do about it?” She plopped her hands on her own hips, thrust her chin out, and met his angry stare.
He straightened and flashed a grim smile before leaning down to scrape the feather up off the floor. He pinched the driest edge and held it out from his body. “Never heard ‘the customer’s always right,’ have you?”
Laura snatched the feather away. “In what way are you a customer? I only see a too-important big shot who can’t apologize.”
His opened his mouth to say . . . something, then changed his mind and pointed a finger in her face instead. “Oh, really? I bet if I went to have a little talk with the manager or Miss Willodean, they’d have a completely different take on what just happened here and who needs to apologize.”
Laura narrowed her eyes and tilted her head. “Oh, really? I’ll take that bet.”
An Excerpt from
THE RIGHT BRIDE
BOOK THREE: THE HUNTED SERIES
by Jennifer Ryan
The Hunted Series continues with this third installment by Jennifer Ryan . . .
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Shelly swiped the lip gloss wand across her lips, rolled them in and out to smooth out the color, and grinned at herself in the mirror, satisfied with the results. She pushed up her boobs, exposing just enough flesh to draw a man’s attention, and keep it, but still not look too obvious.
“Perfect. He’ll love it.”
Ah, Cameron Shaw. Rich and powerful, sexy as hell, and kind in a way that made it easy to get what she wanted. Exactly the kind of husband she’d always dreamed about marrying.
Shelly had grown up in a nice middle class family. Ordinary. She desperately wanted to be anything but ordinary.
She’d grown up a plump youngster and a fat teenager. At fifteen, she’d resorted to binging and purging and starved herself thin. Skinny and beautiful—boys took notice. You can get a guy to do just about anything when you offer them hot sex. By the time she graduated high school, she’d transformed herself into the most popular girl in the place.
For Shelly, destined to live a glamorous life in a big house with servants and fancy cars and clothes, meeting Cameron in the restaurant had been a coup.
Executives and wealthy businessmen frequented the upscale restaurant. She’d gone fishing and landed her perfect catch. Now, she needed to hold on and reel in a marriage proposal.
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Night fell outside Cameron’s thirty-sixth-floor office window. Tired, he’d spent all day in meetings. For the president of Merrick International, long hours were the norm and sleepless nights were a frequent occurrence.
The sky darkened and beckoned the stars to come to life. If he were out on the water, and away from the glow of the city lights, he’d see them better, twinkling in all their brilliant glory.
He couldn’t remember the last time he’d taken out the sailboat. He’d promised Emma he’d take her fishing. Every time he planned to go, something came up at work. More and more often, he put her off in favor of some deal or problem that couldn’t wait. He needed to realign his priorities. His daughter deserved better.
He stared at the picture of his golden girl. Emma was five now and the image of her mother: long, wavy golden hair and deep blue eyes. She always looked at him with such love. He remembered Caroline looking at him the same way.
They’d been so happy when they discovered Caroline was pregnant. In the beginning, things had been so sweet. They’d lain awake at night talking about whether it would be a boy or a girl, what they’d name their child, and what they thought he or she would grow up to be.
He never thought he’d watch his daughter grow up without Caroline beside him.
The pregnancy took a turn in the sixth month when Caroline began having contractions. They gave her medication to stop them and put her on bed rest for the rest of the pregnancy.
One night he’d come home to find her pale and hurting. He rushed her to the hospital. Her blood pressure spiked, and the contractions started again. No amount of medication could stop them. Two hours later, when the contractions were really bad, the doctor came in to tell him Caroline’s body was failing. Her liver and kidneys were shutting down.
Caroline was a wreck. He still heard her pleading for him to save the baby. She delivered their daughter six weeks early, then suffered a massive stroke and died without ever holding her child.
Cameron picked up the photograph and traced his daughter’s face, the past haunting his thoughts. He’d spent three weeks in the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit, grieving for his wife and begging his daughter to live. Week four had been a turning point. He felt she’d spent three weeks mourning the loss of her mother and then decided to live for her father. She began eating on her own and gained weight quickly. Ten days later, Cameron finally took his daughter home. From then on, it had been the two of them.
Almost a year ago, he’d decided enough was enough. Emma needed a mother.
An Excerpt from
LACHLAN’S BRIDE
HIGHLAND LAIRDS TRILOGY
by Kathleen Harrington
Lady Francine Walsingham can’t believe Lachlan MacRath, laird and pirate, is to be her escort into Scotland. But trust him she must, for Francine has no choice but to act as his lover to keep her enemies at bay. When Lachlan first sees Francine, the English beauty stirs his blood like no woman has ever before. And now that they must play the besotted couple so he can protect her, Lachlan is determined to use all his seductive prowess to properly woo her into his bed.
May 1496
The Cheviot Hills
The Border Between England and Scotland
Stretched flat on the blood-soaked ground, Lachlan MacRath gazed up at the cloudless morning sky and listened to the exhausted moans of the wounded.
The dead and the dying lay scattered across the lush spring grass. Overhead, the faint rays of dawn broke above the hilltops as the buttercups and bluebells dipped and swayed in the soft breeze. The gruesome corpses were sprawled amidst the wildflowers, their vacant eyes staring upward to the heavens, the stumps of their severed arms and legs still oozing blood and gore. Dented helmets, broken swords, axes, and pikes gave mute testimony to the ferocity of the combatants. Here and there, a loyal destrier, trained to war, grazed calmly alongside its fallen master.
Following close upon daylight, the scavengers would come creeping, ready to strip the bodies of anything worth a shilling: armor, dirks, boots, belts. If they were Scotsmen, he’d be in luck. If not, he’d soon be dead. There wasn’t a blessed thing he could do but wait. He was pinned beneath his dead horse, and all efforts to free himself during the night had proven fruitless.
In the fierce battle of the evening before, the warriors on horseback had left behind all who’d fallen. Galloping across the open, rolling countryside, Scots and English had fought savagely, until it was too dark to tell friend from foe. There was no way of knowing the outcome of the battle, for victory had been determined miles away.
Hell, it was Lachlan’s own damn fault. He’d come on the foray into England with King James for a lark. After delivering four new cannons to the castle at Roxburgh, along with the Flemish master gunners to fire them, he’d decided not to return to his ship immediately as planned. The uneventful crossing on the Sea Hawk from the Low Countries to Edinburgh, followed by the tedious journey to the fortress, with the big guns pulled by teams of oxen, had left him eager for a bit of adventure.
When he’d learned that the king was leading a small force into Northumberland to retrieve cattle raided by Sassenach outlaws, the temptation to join them had been too great to resist. There was nothing like a hand-to-hand skirmish with his ancient foe to get a man’s blood pumping through his veins.
But Lord Dacre, Warden of the Marches, had surprised the Scots with a much larger, well-armed force of his own, and what should have been a carefree rout had turned into deadly combat.
A plea for help interrupted Lachlan’s brooding thoughts. Not far away, a wounded Engl
ish soldier who’d cried out in pain during the night raised himself up on one elbow.
“Lychester! Over here, sir! It’s Will Jeffries!”
Lachlan watched from beneath slit lids as another Sassenach came into view. Attired in the splendid armor of the nobility, the newcomer rode a large, caparisoned black horse. He’d clearly come looking for someone, for he held the reins of a smaller chestnut, its saddle empty and waiting.
“Here I am, Marquess,” the young man named Jeffries called weakly. He lifted one hand in a trembling wave as the Marquess of Lychester drew near to his countryman. Dismounting, he approached the wounded soldier.
“Thank God,” Jeffries said with a hoarse groan. “I’ve taken a sword blade in my thigh. The cut’s been oozing steadily. I was afraid I wouldn’t make it through the night.”
Lychester didn’t say a word. He came to stand behind the injured man, knelt down on one knee, and raised his fallen comrade to a seated position. Grabbing a hank of the man’s yellow hair, the marquess jerked the fair head back and deftly slashed the exposed throat from ear to ear. Then he calmly wiped his blade on the youth’s doublet, lifted him up in his arms, and threw the body facedown over the chestnut’s back.
The English nobleman glanced around, checking, no doubt, to see if there’d been a witness to the coldblooded execution. Lachlan held his breath and remained motionless, his lids still lowered over his eyes. Apparently satisfied, the marquess mounted, grabbed the reins of the second horse, and rode away.
Lachlan slowly exhaled.
Sonofabitch.
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Excerpt from The Cupcake Diaries: Recipe for Love copyright © 2013 by Darlene Panzera.
Excerpt from The Cupcake Diaries: Taste of Romance copyright © 2013 by Darlene Panzera.
Excerpt from Stealing Home copyright © 2013 by Candice Wakoff.
Excerpt from Lucky Like Us copyright © 2013 by Jennifer Ryan.
Excerpt from Stuck On You copyright © 2013 by Cheryl Harper.
Excerpt from The Right Bride copyright © 2013 by Jennifer Ryan.
Excerpt from Lachlan’s Bride copyright © 2013 by Kathleen Harrington.
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