Lois Lane Tells All
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“DELIGHTFULLY HUMOROUS, POIGNANT AND HIGHLY SATISFYING NOVELS: THAT’S WHAT HAWKINS ALWAYS DELIVERS.”
—ROMANTIC TIMES
Praise for
TALK OF THE TOWN
“Full of wonderfully understated humor and some laugh-out-loud moments, this is a fun and engaging tale. The main romance is charming, and the secondary characters make this a very pleasing story with
an entertaining mystery and some intriguing family
dynamics.”
—Romantic Times (4 stars HOT)
“The funniest, most heart-warming book I’ve read in a long, long time. From page one to the final paragraph of this gem, Talk of the Town will have you cheering Roxie Treymayne as she learns that the search for one’s self must sometimes begin in one’s own backyard.”
—Romance and More
“A lighthearted wonderful regional investigative romance. The lead couple is a delightful pairing … [and] the support cast is great.”
—The Merry Genre Go Round Reviews
SLEEPLESS IN SCOTLAND
“A perfect mix of a mistaken-identity plot with a heavy helping of delicious repartee, simmering sensuality, a touch of the paranormal, and the most delightful trio of girls since Geralyn Dawson’s Menaces.”
—Romantic Times (4½ stars HOT)
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“Hawkins has again crafted a story which makes the reader spellbound, itching for the next installment, wondering what sort of trouble the next MacLean can create, and what it will take to get out of it!”
—Fallen Angel Reviews
TO CATCH
A HIGHLANDER
“Love and laughter, poignancy and emotional intensity, endearing characters, and a charming plot are the ingredients in Hawkins’s utterly delightful tale.”
—Romantic Times
“Karen Hawkins’s best book to date! Fast, sensual,
and brilliant, it tantalizes and pleases all in the same breath…. This is romance at its best!”
—Romance and More
TO SCOTLAND,
WITH LOVE
“Hawkins brings another hardheaded MacLean brother and a sassy miss together in a sensual battle of the sexes. Her humor, intelligent characters, and story are simply delightful.” —Romantic Times
“Strong characters, delightful humor, and sizzling sensuality…. The hero is deliciously sexy while the heroine is strong and humorous. To Scotland, With Love delivers it all and then some! A not-to-be-missed treat!”
—Romance and More
HOW TO ABDUCT A HIGHLAND LORD
“Hawkins takes a fiery Scot lass and a wastrel lord and puts them together in a match made in, well, not heaven, but one that’s heated, exciting, and touching. Hawkins excels at taking tried-and-true plotlines and turning them into fresh, vibrant books.”
—Romantic Times
“In How to Abduct a Highland Lord, the characters are as wonderful as the story…. [It] is laced with passion and drama, and with its wonderfully romantic and thrilling ending, it’s a story you don’t want to miss!”
—Joyfully Reviewed
… and for all the delightfully sexy romances of
Karen Hawkins
“Karen Hawkins knows how to keep a reader entranced from first page to last.” —Joan Johnston
“Karen Hawkins never fails to please!”
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“Karen Hawkins writes fast, fun, and sexy stories!”
—Christina Dodd
“A lively, sexy escapade.” —Linda Howard
“Saucy, witty flirtation … excitement and passion.”
—Publishers Weekly
“If you like your novels fast paced and full of laugh-out-loud fun, this is the one for you!”
—Romance Reviews Today
Also by Karen Hawkins
THE MACLEAN SERIES
How to Abduct a Highland Lord
To Scotland, With Love
To Catch a Highlander
Sleepless in Scotland
The Laird Who Loved Me
CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE
Talk of the Town
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Lois Lane Tells All
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To my wonderful brother, Roy Smith
(aka Tech Support), for the following Beyond Mere Brotherly Assistance:
1) keeping backup copies of all of my manuscripts in your bank vault,
2) being on-call for my emergency
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3) personally hand selling my books to every attractive woman who wanders into your local bookstore.
Thank you!
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ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
I would like to acknowledge the hard work and exquisite tact of my editor, Micki
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Chapter 1
Dear Bob,
My new boss is impossible to get along with. He acts like I don’t know what I’m doing, though I’m the one with the degree and far more experience.
How can I tell this jerk to back off and let me do my job? He is the boss, after all.
Signed,
Angry and Determined
Dear Determined,
Recognize your boss’s problem for what it is—an attempt at compensation for having a small “member.” Men who boss women in such a fashion usually need a good kick in the ass and a healthy dose of that medicine they sell on late-night TV that promises “instant satisfaction.”
If neither of those work, then quit. He’ll miss you and come crawling back.
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Sincerely,
Bob
The Glory Examiner
June 24, section 2B
“What is this?”
The newspaper landed on Susan Collins’s desk with a thud, slapped down by a large masculine hand.
Susan leaned back in her chair and faced her pain-in-the-ass and thankfully temporary boss, Mark Treymayne.
Fortunately for the readers of The Glory Examiner, their new editor-in-chief wasn’t intimidated by men—not even hunky, dark-haired, blue-eyed ones.
She smiled at him. So the column hit the mark, did it? Her Ways to Irk the Boss List was growing quickly. “You’ll have to be a bit more specific, Treymayne. What is what? The font? The layout? Give me some specifics.”
She reached out and rubbed the edge of the paper between her thumb and forefinger. “If you mean the stock, I’d call that thirty-pound newsprint with low-rub black ink.”
His mouth thinned with displeasure, probably because he had no idea what thirty-pound stock was, let alone low-rub black ink.
“Damn it, I’m talking about the Dear Bob column, and you know it.”
“Oh, that. Hmm. I probably wrote that two or three weeks ago. Let me see.” She tugged the paper from beneath his fist. Then, with a great deal of exaggeration, she read the column as if she couldn’t quite remember it.
Finally, she tossed it back onto her desk. “Yup, that’s a good one.”
He placed his hands flat on her desk and leaned forward. “Don’t push me, Collins.”
“Why on earth would I do that?” She met him gaze for gaze, mainly because she couldn’t look away from his eyes. They were such a vivid, sexy blue, with thick, black lashes framed by rimless glasses. Smoky, sooty eyes that were still unmistakably masculine.
Why, oh why had God put such a damnably sexy man in charge of the paper? Things would be so much easier if she didn’t have a boss who made her stomach flutter just by glaring at her.
And he did a lot of glaring. You’d think she’d be used to it by now, since they’d been working together off and on for almost ten months, but no. One laser lock from those brilliant blue eyes, and she had to fight to keep her thoughts straight.
Which was a real problem. Here in Glory, North Carolina, where everyone knew everyone else, she’d never met anyone who sparked such outrageous chemistry, and she had no idea how to react to it. She wasn’t used to feeling hot and bothered, and in defense, she found herself lashing out in a way that surprised her.
Mark’s temper was none too even, either, which kept them at loggerheads. His idea of running the newspaper was a complete anathema to her and she was pretty sure he felt the same about her theories. Their ideas were as different as their personalities; he was precise and neat, she was more general and creative. He was the big city and she was small town. He prized organization, while she prized the freedom to create. He was all about crunching the numbers and nothing but the numbers, while she understood the value of the newspaper within the community.
No two people could be more different or have more diverse opinions on how to accomplish the same job—namely, to make The Glory Examiner the most profitable, healthiest newspaper possible.
He scowled now, which was nearly as potent as his glare. “You wrote that Dear Bob column about me, didn’t you?”
She pretended to be shocked, which was hard to do when a grin was threatening to break through. “Why, Mark! Why on earth would you think that?” She leaned forward. “Was it the part about ‘compensation’ for having a small member? Did that strike too close to home?”
She seriously doubted her annoying new boss had any “compensation” issues; he was a walking billboard for virility—which was utterly annoying at times.
His jaw tightened. “No. It wasn’t that. The article uses the word ‘jerk,’ and you called me that at last Monday’s staff meeting, when we were arguing about why we weren’t getting a new copier.”
“We didn’t argue about anything; we discussed it.”
“I would say ‘argued,’ seeing as how you threw your notebook onto the table so hard it overturned my coffee cup.”
She wrinkled her nose. “I forgot about that. OK, I’ll let the word ‘argue’ stand. But, I did not write the Dear Bob column about you.” I wrote it about my issues with you. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have work to do.” She picked up a random folder and pretended to study its contents.
Glancing over the edge, she could see him standing with his arms crossed over his broad chest, feet planted as if ready for a fight. She had to stifle a giggle because he unknowingly stood adjacent to a poster of Superman, who was in the exact same pose, only wearing a cape and blue tights.
Ever since she’d read her first comic book at age six, Susan had developed a thing for Superman, so much so that she’d decided to become Lois Lane, which was why she’d gotten her degree in journalism. It was also why her office was decorated in what she liked to call “Early Krypton.” Not only was there the almost-as-big-as-life Superman poster by Mark but also framed rare Superman comics, a hologram of Lois Lane shaking her fist at Lex Luthor while supporting an injured Superman, a vintage Superman lunch box, and other items that had once decorated her bedroom.
She wondered how Mark would look in tights, then decided she’d rather see him without tights. Under those khakis, did he wear boxers? Briefs? The man was hot enough for the cover of GQ, though the thought of him au naturel was far—
“Prove it.”
Susan almost jumped at the sudden demand. “Prove what?”
“Prove you didn’t write that damned column about me.”
“How?”
“Show me the original letter.”
She sniffed. “Sorry, that’s privileged information. I never reveal my sources.”
His jaw tightened and she could see he was getting more irritated, which was kind of fun. Susan enjoyed seeing Mr. Perfectly-in-Control a bit out of control. Every clipped, well-thought-out sentence he uttered begged for a quip of some sort and she’d found she was just the woman to deliver. “I receive letters throughout the week, I select the most promising one, and I answer it.” If there weren’t any letters, then she made one up. But that was her business and no one else’s.
“Collins, the legal definition of a source is—” He began a stiff-lipped speech.
Susan let him lecture as she enjoyed the view. He had great arms, which one wouldn’t expect of an accountant. They weren’t bulging with muscles like the arms of her next-door neighbor and poker bud, Ethan; even Ethan’s muscles had muscles. But she liked a man with a bit of finesse. Someone like Clark Kent here, only with a sunnier disposition. Someone who was muscled but smooth, like Lance Armstrong or—
“You didn’t hear a word I said, did you?”
“Sorry, your arms—your arguments—distracted me.”
Oh God, did I really say that?
“Stop trying to change the subject,” he said gruffly. “Show me the letter that spawned this Dear Bob column.”
Why couldn’t Mark ask for things instead of demand them? She’d been in charge of her own life since she was twelve, and she wasn’t about to allow someone else to tell her what to do now, especially not in such an odiously superior tone of voice. She might not be the most sophisticated woman around, but every inch of her was independent and she liked it that way.
In fact, before she’d accepted the position of editor of The Glory Examiner, she’d been the county dispatcher and had worked with the sheriff, Nick Sheppard. They’d gotten along fine, since Nick knew her limits and never stepped on them. Mark, meanwhile, pushed them every chance he got.
She showed her teeth in a not-so-nice smile. “Ask nicely and I’ll let you see the letter.”
He grimaced out a “please” that had a damn you tone to it.
Sheesh. He was so uptight. Which was a pity, as he was so intriguing in a Clark-Kent-nerd sort of way. The trouble was that there wasn’t enough common ground between them to strike a match. When
Mark’s sister, Roxie, had asked Susan to become editor of the newspaper, she’d jumped at the chance. Little did she know then that the job would come with the caveat that Roxie’s big brother would oversee the financial side of the paper until it began to operate in the black.
Susan cast a glance at Mark from under her lashes, noting the way his dark hair fell over his forehead and made his eyes seem bluer. While she admired his looks, he remained stubbornly aloof and she knew very little about the actual man. She knew he owned an accounting firm in Raleigh and that he was divorced, but everything else was pure speculation. Rumor had it that Mark’s ex had been as wild as she was beautiful and—if rumor was to be believed—he was still pining after her even now, two years after the divorce.
Perhaps he thought all women were unstable, which was why he didn’t trust Susan’s instincts with the newspaper.
If only he understood that she loved her job and was good at it, everything would go smoother. She was an excellent editor, a good writer, a thorough investigator, and she knew everyone in town. People trusted her because she’d been the calm voice responding to every 911 call to the sheriff’s office. Now she was wearing a different hat, but one that still served her town.
She waved her hand at Mark. “I’ll find the letter and bring it to the next staff meeting.” That would give her time to write one.
“Collins, while I may get on your last nerve, I’ll thank you to remember that I’m a licensed accountant.”
“So?”
“So I’m not a pushover. Not for the IRS and not for you.” He rubbed his chin, his eyes suddenly glinting with sardonic humor. “In fact, I’ll wait while you locate the letter from ‘Angry and Determined.’”
Now, that could be a problem. To buy some time, she said “Fine!” and opened a random drawer and dug through all the pens, rubber bands, and a variety of Post-its.
He crossed his arms. “You don’t have it, do you?”
“Of course I do,” she replied in a lofty tone. “I just haven’t filed it yet, so I can’t lay my hands on it at the drop of a hat.”