The Last Groom On Earth. Kristin James
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“You’re Not At All My Type,”
Angela said as her thumb traced the line of his upper lip.
“No,” Bryce agreed. “Nor are you mine.”
His hand sank into her hair at the nape, holding her head immobilized, and he leaned toward her until his face was only inches from hers. “I’d have to be crazy to get involved with you. But I’m tired of being sensible,” he growled. “Tonight I don’t want to be careful. I want to take you to bed. To feel your body under mine.”
Angela shivered. “What if I said yes?”
Award-winning author Kristin James “touches readers’ hearts.”
—Romantic Times
Dear Reader,
Welcome to the wonderful world of Silhouette Desire! This month, look for six scintillating love stories. I know you’re going to enjoy them all. First up is The Beauty, the Beast and the Baby, a fabulous MAN OF THE MONTH from Dixie Browning. It’s also the second book in her TALL, DARK AND HANDSOME miniseries.
The exciting SONS AND LOVERS series also continues with Leanne Banks’s Ridge: The Avenger. This is Leanne’s first Silhouette Desire, but she certainly isn’t new to writing romance. This month, Desire has Husband: Optional, the next installment of Marie Ferrarella’s THE BABY OF THE MONTH CLUB. Don’t worry if you’ve missed earlier titles in this series, because this book “stands alone.” And it’s so charming and breezy you’re sure to just love it!
The WEDDING BELLES series by Carole Buck is completed with Zoe and the Best Man. This series just keeps getting better and better, and Gabriel Flynn is one scrumptious hero. Next is Kristin James’ Desire, The Last Groom on Earth, a delicious opposites-attract story written with Kristin’s trademark sensuality.
Rounding out the month is an amnesia story (one of my favorite story twists), Just a Memory Away, by award-winning author Helen R. Myers.
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The Last Groom
on Earth
Kristin James
KRISTIN JAMES
is a former attorney married to a family counselor, and they have a young daughter. Her family and her writing keep her busy, but when she does have free time, she loves to read. In addition to her contemporary romances, she has written a number of historicals.
Bryce Richards had thought he was ready for anything when it came to Angela Hewitt, but he found that he was wrong. He was not prepared to walk into the offices of H & A Enterprises and find a witch standing on a stool in the middle of the room.
He stopped, struck dumb, and simply gaped at the woman on the stool. Another woman knelt at her feet, mumbling something as she fingered the hem of the witch’s dress. Bryce wondered for one mad moment if he had stumbled into some sort of pagan ceremony. Then the kneeling woman let out a yelp of pain and reached up to remove the pins she held clenched be tween her teeth.
“Would you stop wriggling?” she asked irritably. “I’ll never get this hem fixed at this rate.”
Bryce realized with relief that the woman on the floor was measuring a hem on the “witch’s” dress. He looked more closely at what the “witch” wore. It was long and flowing and black, clinging tightly to her torso, then floating out loosely below her hips in layers of some diaphanous material. The edges of each layer were cut in a zigzag fashion so that it hung in points, and the ends of the loose sleeves were cut in the same way. It was this cut and the color of the dress that had made him think immediately of a witch’s costume. Now, looking at the plunging V-cut neckline of the dress, he realized that it must be some sort of odd evening gown. It was, he told himself, much too sexy for riding broomsticks and casting spells.
His eyes lingered on the neckline. The woman’s breasts were full and creamy white, pushing up and out of the black material in a way that made his fingers itch to curve over the lush flesh. He dropped