Seducing Hunter. Cathie Linz
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“What Do You Think Of The Sheriff’s Office?”
Hunter asked as he showed Gaylynn around.
“Tack a few girlie posters on the wall and it would look just like your old tree house.”
Hunter grinned at her tart comment. This was the Gaylynn he knew and loved.
Whoa there, he ordered his runaway thoughts.
Love? Where had that come from? Falling for Gaylynn would be like eating gunpowder—you know it’s going to detonate sooner or later.
But damn, she looked good in those jeans!
“Want to see my extra-heavy-duty handcuffs?” He tugged open the top drawer and dangled them in front of her.
“Can I use them on you?” she inquired.
Not trusting that fiendish gleam in her eye—was it caused by passion or anticipation of revenge for that gum in her hair all those years ago?—he heard himself promising, “Only if we’re in bed.”
“Cathie Linz’s fun and lively romances are guaranteed to win readers’ hearts! A shining star of the romance genre!”
—Susan Elizabeth Phillips
Dear Reader,
This month, we begin HOLIDAY HONEYMOONS, a wonderful new cross-line continuity series written by two of your favorites—Merline Lovelace and Carole Buck. The series begins in October with Merline’s Halloween Honeymoon. Then, once a month right through February, look for holiday love stories by Merline and Carole—in Desire for November, Intimate Moments for December, back to Desire in January and concluding in Intimate Moments for Valentine’s Day. Sound confusing? It’s not—we’ll keep you posted as the series continues.and I personally guarantee that these books are keepers!
And there are other goodies in store for you. Don’t miss the fun as Cathie Linz’s delightful series THREE WEDDINGS AND A GIFT continues with Seducing Hunter. And Lass Small’s MAN OF THE MONTH, The Texas Blue Norther, is simply scrumptious.
Those of you who want an ultrasensuous love story need look no further than The Sex Test by Patty Salier. She’s part of our WOMEN TO WATCH program highlighting brand-new writers. Warning: this book is HOT! Readers who can’t get enough of cowboys shouldn’t miss Anne Marie Winston’s Rancher’s Baby. And if you’re partial to a classic amnesia story (as I certainly am!), be sure to read Barbara McCauley’s delectable Midnight Bride. And, as always, I’m here to listen to you—so don’t be afraid to write and tell me your thoughts about Desire!
Until next month,
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Seducing Hunter
Cathie Linz
CATHIE LINZ
left her career in a university law library to become a USA Today bestselling author of contemporary romances. She is the recipient of the highly coveted Storyteller of the Year Award given by Romantic Times, and was recently nominated for a Love and Laughter Career Achievement Award for the delightful humor in her books.
While Cathie often uses comic mishaps from her own trips as inspiration for her stories, she found the idea for this trilogy in her very own home—from an heirloom that has been in her family for generations. After traveling, Cathie is always glad to get back home to her family, her two cats, her trusty word processor and her hidden cache of Oreo cookies!
Special thanks to fellow crew members
Elainibonz and Ooopsie for being at the other end of the modem whenever I needed them!
“No!” Gaylynn Janos screamed. “No.don’t!”
Sitting straight up in bed, Gaylynn blinked away the tears and dragged in ragged lungfuls of air. Her breathing remained unsteady as she tried to shake off the shrouds of the vivid nightmare she’d just had—a nightmare that was based on reality. She’d lived it all again—the reflective shimmer of the switchblade, the stark terror.
“It’s okay,” she whispered to herself, the sound of her shaking voice penetrating the silence in the otherwise empty cabin. “You’re safe now.”
Still trembling, Gaylynn reached out to check the time on her travel alarm resting on the bedside table. It was three o’clock. The muted daylight sneaking through