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“Look, I didn’t mean to get out of line just now,”
Luke mumbled to Josie, whose lips were pink and kiss-swollen, her cheeks brighter than the weather alone explained. “I don’t exactly know what happened. I guess I just got overly ex…ex…” Oh, crimony, O’Dell—say anything except excited! “…exuberant.”
Overly exuberant—oh, that was a good one. Flyin’ catfish—where the heck had he come up with that?
Josie’s cheeks flamed.
Luke swallowed painfully and averted his eyes. “Anyway, I’m sorry. It won’t happen again. We’d better get going. We’ve got a lot of ground to cover.”
He stalked toward the pickup, wishing some of that ground would just open up and swallow him now.
This July, Silhouette Romance cordially invites you to a month of marriage stories, based upon your favorite themes. There’s no need to RSVP; just pick up a book, start reading…and be swept away by romance.
The month kicks off with our Fabulous Fathers title, And Baby Makes Six, by talented author Pamela Dalton. Two single parents marry for convenience’ sake, only to be surprised to learn they’re expecting a baby of their own!
In Natalie Patrick’s Three Kids and a Cowboy, a woman agrees to stay married to her husband just until he adopts three adorable orphans, but soon finds herself longing to make the arrangement permanent And the romance continues when a beautiful wedding consultant asks her sexy neighbor to pose as her fiancé in Just Say I Do by RITA Award-winning author Lauryn Chandler.
The reasons for weddings keep coming, with a warmly humorous story of amnesia in Vivian Leiber’s The Bewildered Wife; a new take on the runaway bride theme in Have Honeymoon, Need Husband by Robin Wells; and a green card wedding from debut author Elizabeth Harbison in A Groom for Maggie.
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Have Honeymoon, Need Husband
Robin Wells
To Ken, who roped my heart
ROBIN WELLS
Before becoming a full-time writer, Robin was a public-relations executive whose career ran the gamut from writing and producing award-winning videos to organizing pie-throwing classes taught by circus clowns. At other times in her life she has been a model, a reporter and even a charm school teacher. But her lifelong dream was to become an author, a dream no doubt inspired by having parents who were both librarians and who passed on their love of books.
Robin lives just outside of New Orleans with her husband and two young daughters, Taylor and Arden. Although New Orleans is known as America’s Most Romantic City, Robin says her personal romantic inspiration is her husband, Ken.
Robin is an active member of the Southern Louisiana chapter of the Romance Writers of America. She won the national association’s 1995 Golden Heart Award for best short contemporary novel and was a finalist in the 1994 “Heart of the Rockies” RWA contest.
When she’s not writing, Robin enjoys gardening, antiquing, discovering new restaurants and spending time with her family.
The bridal veil sagged over Josie Randall’s right eye again.
“Blasted thing,” she muttered to herself, pulling a hand from the steering wheel long enough to toss it out of her face. She was having a hard enough time driving through the backwoods of northeastern Oklahoma in the pouring rain at night without having to play peekaboo with a ridiculous piece of netting at the same time. For the umpteenth time since she’d bolted from the church in Tulsa, she tugged at the headpiece, but it was pinned too firmly in her hair to remove with one hand.
She couldn’t wait to get to the guest ranch and take the darned thing off—along with the wedding gown. The elaborate, pearl-encrusted dress was designed for standing at an altar, not sitting through a two-hour car trip. The waistband was about to pinch her in two, and the back of the dress bunched beneath her in a miserable lump.
Josie squirmed, trying to find a more comfortable position. “Now I know why they call it a train,” she grumbled aloud. “My caboose feels like