Harlequin Special Edition September 2014 - Bundle 1 of 2: Maverick for HireA Match Made by BabyOnce Upon a Bride
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Harlequin Special Edition September 2014 – Bundle 1 of 2
Maverick for Hire
A Match Made by Baby
Once Upon a Bride
Leanne Banks
Karen Rose Smith
Helen Lacey
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Table of Contents
Maverick for Hire
By Leanne Banks
A Match Made by Baby
By Karen Rose Smith
Once Upon a Bride
By Helen Lacey
A MAVERICK MAKEOVER
RUST CREEK RAMBLINGS
Nick Pritchett, that hunky blond carpenter from Thunder Canyon, has been doing his share to put the town back together after the Great Flood. He’s great with a hammer and popular with the ladies. Maybe a bit too popular, if you ask his best bud, Cecelia Clifton!
Cecelia’s come to town looking for L.O.V.E., but according to Nick, she’s been going about it all wrong. He’s convinced he can help Cecelia meet her match if she follows his instructions to a T. Trouble is, the only man he finds good enough for his childhood pal is…himself! Dear reader, I always knew romance was brewing underneath their outward bickering. The question is, can Nick convince sexy Cecelia 2.0 that he’s the best man for her?
“Okay,” Nick said. “Let’s replay this. Body language 101. When you want to show a man you’re interested, face him.” He paused. “Face me.”
“Oh,” she said and turned her body toward his.
“Flip your hair,” he said. “Guys like it when you mess with your hair,” he said.
Cecelia twirled a strand of her hair. “Is this okay?”
Nick felt a weird tug of attraction. “Yeah, that’s good. Remember to lean in and look like you’re listening to everything he’s saying,” he said.
Cecelia leaned in and twisted her hair again. “Like this?”
“Yeah,” he said and met her gaze. Something strange flashed between them. He felt drawn to her in a way he’d never felt before. He lowered his head. “Yeah,” he repeated and pressed his mouth against hers. Her lips were so soft, so sweet, and he wanted so much more.
Cecelia drew back. “You kissed me,” she whispered. “Why did you do that?”
“I don’t know,” he said, pulling back and mentally swearing at himself. Why had he kissed her? He had clearly gone crazy.
Dear Reader,
Twenty years of Mavericks! Can you believe it? All the drama, all the family, all the love!
I’m so thrilled to be part of this Maverick anniversary continuity that captures the mystique and wonder of Rust Creek Falls, Montana. I especially enjoyed getting to know my hero, charming Nick Pritchett, and his best bud, Cecelia Clifton. I realize we don’t often describe women as feisty these days, but that word fits Cecelia perfectly. With a heart of gold for everyone she meets, she wants her own true love, but she’s not having any luck in Rust Creek Falls. Nick fears she’ll skedaddle out of town and he’ll be left without the only woman who doesn’t want him for his handyman skills.
Nick and Cecelia have known each other since they were kids in Thunder Canyon, so, surely, there’s no chance of romance between them. Cecelia has more sense than being attracted to him. After all, women are attracted to Nick like bees to pollen. Nick is so desperate to keep Cecelia in town that he even offers to help Cecelia find a man. That’s when the craziness starts.…
I hope you enjoy the wonderful ride of Cecelia and Nick as they find out if they’re destined to be friends or more.…
Happy reading!
Leanne Banks
MAVERICK FOR HIRE
Leanne Banks
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Harlequin Special Edition
The Prince’s Texas Bride #2115
The Doctor Takes a Princess #2127
§A Maverick for Christmas #2151
ΩThe Princess and the Outlaw #2198
ΩA Home for Nobody’s Princess #2216
§§A Maverick for the Holidays #2222
ΩHow to Catch a Prince #2247
¤The Maverick & The Manhattanite #2281
++Happy New Year, Baby Fortune! #2305
☐Maverick for Hire #2353
Silhouette Desire
*His Majesty, M.D. #1435
The Playboy & Plain Jane #1483
*Princess in His Bed #1515
Between Duty and Desire #1599
Shocking the Senator #1621
Billionaire’s Proposition #1699
ΔBedded by the Billionaire #1863
ΔBillionaire’s Marriage Bargain #1886
Blackmailed into a Fake Engagement #1916
ΔBillionaire Extraordinaire #1939
From Playboy to Papa! #1987
**The Playboy’s Proposition #1995
**Secrets of the Playboy’s Bride #2002
CEO’s Expectant Secretary #2018
Silhouette Special Edition
Royal Holiday Baby #2075
*The Royal Dumonts
ΔThe Billionaires Club
**The Medici Men
§Montana Mavericks: The Texans Are Coming!
ΩRoyal Babies
§§Montana Mavericks: Back in the Saddle
¤Montana Mavericks: Rust Creek Cowboys
++The Fortunes of Texas: Welcome to Horseback Hollow
☐Montana Mavericks: 20 Years in the Saddle!
Other titles by Leanne Banks available in ebook format.
LEANNE BANKS
is a New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author who is surprised every time she realizes how many books she has written. Leanne loves chocolate, the beach and new adventures. To name a few, Leanne has ridden an elephant, stood on an ostrich egg (no, it didn’t break), gone parasailing and indoor skydiving. Leanne loves writing romance because she believes in the power and magic of love. She lives in Virginia with her family and a four-and-a-half-pound Pomeranian named Bijou. Visit her website, www.leannebanks.com.
This book is dedicated to my husband,
who encouraged me through every day,
no matter how unproductive I was.
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Excerpt from Texas Born by Diana Palmer
Chapter One
Thank goodness she wasn’t attracted to him, Cecelia Clifton thought as she looked at Nick Pritchett. She’d known the carpenter for what felt like forever. They
went all the way back to a shared childhood in Thunder Canyon. And now she frequently shared an after-work beer or water with him at the Ace in the Hole, the local backcountry bar in Rust Creek Falls, Montana. Built like a football player, Nick was all muscle. With blond hair and blue eyes full of humor and flirtatiousness, he wore his all-American looks with ease. Cecelia knew better than to fall for him, though. Nick had a good heart, but he wasn’t interested in marriage.
Cecelia tossed another dart at the board and smiled.
Nick groaned in pain. “Give me a break, Cece. A guy needs a win every now and then.”
“From what I hear, you’re winning all the time with all the women you have wrapped around your finger,” she said. Ever since Lissa Rourke, a volunteer with a charitable organization from New York, had blogged about the cowboys in Rust Creek after last summer’s Great Flood, a new type of visitor had been gracing the streets of town—young single ladies from around the country looking for love. As Lissa had spent time working hard to help Rust Creek Falls, she’d also found love with the local sheriff. Cecelia couldn’t deny part of the reason she’d come to Rust Creek was for a boost in her love life, but so far, she’d experienced zip in the romance department.
“Do you ever think about going back to Thunder Canyon?” she asked as she watched him send a dart soaring.
She noticed his dart landed closer to the bull’s-eye than hers had.
Nick frowned at her. “Why would I do that? Rust Creek is still bailing out from the big flood. Plus, they’ve welcomed me with open arms,” he said with a scalawag grin.
“Yes, they have,” Cecelia said drily and took her turn. She hit the closest to a bull’s-eye ever in this game.
Nick cursed under his breath. “You haven’t fallen in love with the town?”
“I have,” she said. “In a way.” She paused. “But...”
He glanced at her. “But what?”
“I don’t know,” she said. “I came here with wide eyes with Jazzy. She’s married and super busy now. I feel, well...” She didn’t want to say the rest.
Cecelia and her best friend, Jasmine “Jazzy” Cates, had come to Rust Creek Falls together to find romance—and, of course, help the town with the recovery efforts after the flood the previous summer. Along the way, Jazzy had taken a job with local vet Brooks Smith. Their working relationship soon led to wedding bells. Only Cecelia knew the truth—that their quick vows were really a marriage of convenience, so that Brooks could convince his ailing father to let him take over the practice. Soon though, true love won out, and Brooks and Jazzy were as much in love as could be.
“Don’t tell me you were hoping for a Rust Creek cowboy,” Nick said.
“I was hoping for a fresh start and maybe a relationship,” she said and took a sip of her water. “What’s wrong with that?”
“Nothing. Nothing,” he said and focused on the dartboard. He threw a dart that landed dead center and smiled. “Now that’s the way it should be.”
She scowled at him. “The game’s not over.”
“Good luck,” he said then shook his head. “I never thought you were one of the man-crazy women. You didn’t seem to be working hard at getting a guy.”
She shrugged. “No one likes to look desperate. But the truth is I haven’t clicked with any of the guys I’ve met. That makes me wonder if I should go back to Thunder Canyon. Maybe the pastures here aren’t as green as I’d thought they would be.”
“Whoa, whoa,” he said. “Are you gonna take your turn?”
Cecelia scowled again. “Okay, okay,” she said and sailed her dart dead center.
Nick cursed under his breath again.
“I think I’m ahead, now,” she said.
Nick frowned at her. “Maybe you haven’t given Rust Creek the full shot you should have.”
“I’ve been here for over a year,” she protested.
“Yeah, but you haven’t really—” He broke off. “Tried.”
“Tried?” she echoed. “I’ve gone out on a lot of dates. Trust me.”
“Yeah, but have you tried to sell yourself?”
“Sell myself?” she said, clearly appalled. “What are you talking about?”
“I don’t mean selling yourself that way.” He paused. “I mean that, in general, women need to sell men.”
She looked at him skeptically. “This sounds shady.”
Nick shrugged. “The truth is, the man is...the customer. You need to sell him in order to lasso him in.”
“That’s disgusting,” she said. “Disgusting.”
“It’s not,” he protested. “It’s the truth. A lot of men need to be shown what they want. Once they learn that, they’re ready to surrender to the noose of marriage.”
“Noose?” she echoed.
“That’s my interpretation. My brothers got married and they’re no fun anymore,” he said.
“According to whom?” she asked.
“According to me,” he said. “They always want to stay home with their wives.”
“Doesn’t that mean they’re happy to be with their wives?” she asked.
“I guess,” he said. “I just know I don’t want to become as boring as they are.”
Cecelia shook her head. “I’m so glad I know what a playboy you are,” she said.
“I’m not a playboy,” he said, pointing to himself. “I’m just trying to make some money. That’s why I started my Maverick for Hire business. A lot of women have been interested in giving me a honey-do list, so it just makes sense for me to make a full-time job out of it. You know what I did—put an advertisement in the Rust Creek Rambler newspaper for my handyman services, and I’ve been busy ever since. But we’ve gotten off track. You’re the one with the problem. If you want a man, Cecelia, you need to treat him like he’s a customer. I can tell you how.”
Horrified, Cecelia blinked at him. “I’m telling you that sounds an awful lot like prostitution.”
He shook his head. “You know I don’t mean that.”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“Cece, you know I think you’re great the way you are, but other guys want a little—” he shrugged his shoulders “—glamour.”
“Glamour?” she echoed. “In Rust Creek Falls?”
“Yeah, well, we’re a simple lot,” he said and scrunched up his face. “Do you really want to leave Rust Creek Falls?”
“I don’t know,” she said, looking away from him. “I just haven’t felt like I belonged here lately. And the truth is I was hoping I’d meet someone special here. Kind of like Jazzy did.”
He sighed. “I’d hate to lose my best bud,” he said. “You’re the only woman I know who doesn’t want me for my amazing body,” he said, joking. “Or to fix something in her house.
Cecelia rolled her eyes. “That’s your own fault for being such a flirt.”
He leaned toward her. “It’s not my fault all these women want my handyman services.”
“You’re profiting from it. Stop complaining,” she said.
“But—”
“Hey there, Nick,” a pretty brunette said as she bumped into him. “Where have you been? I’ve been looking for you!”
Cecelia noticed the woman was slurring her words.
“Hey, Daphne, good to see you again. I’ve been working hard lately,” he said. “How about you?”
She pointed her index finger at his chest. “I think we could be good together.”
Nick sighed. “You seem a little wobbly. Are you sure you’re okay?”
“I’m fine,” she said and batted her eyelashes.
“I’m thinking you need to go home. Where are you living now?”
She sifted her fingers through his hair. “I’m renting a trailer out by Route 46.”
“Ho
w about you let me take you home?” he asked.
“I would love that,” she said, batting her eyelashes.
“Then, let’s go,” he said and tossed a backward glance at Cecelia. Designated driver again, he mouthed then shook his head as he took the woman’s arm and led her to toward the door.
Cecelia watched them leave then turned around and sent a dart directly into the bull’s-eye. She didn’t want to be judgmental, but she had a pretty good idea the pretty brunette was part of the Rust Creek Falls Gal Rush. Ever since Lissa’s blog about her time in Rust Creek Falls—and her proposal from the local sheriff—had gotten national recognition there just didn’t seem to be enough men to go around.
As if Cecelia didn’t have enough competition getting the attention of the local guys already. Feeling restless, she tossed the rest of her darts at the board. No need to hang around the bar any longer since Nick wasn’t here to amuse her. He would be busy with that pretty brunette who’d been dressed for prowling from head to toe. Long, perfectly arranged wavy hair, a face well enhanced with makeup and eyelashes so long they almost looked like spiders.
Cecelia rolled her eyes. She didn’t own a lick of makeup, and she was very firm about wearing her hair in a ponytail. The last time she’d neglected to pull her dark hair back, a circular saw had whacked off part of one side. She supposed her body wasn’t bad, but since she worked construction, she kept it well hidden beneath comfortable shirts and jeans.
Glancing down at her steel-toed boots, she felt another scrape of dissatisfaction.
Maybe she could borrow the kitchen at Strickland’s Boarding House, where she’d been staying since she arrived in Rust Creek Falls. Otherwise, she would be subjected to whatever she could get on her television. Thank goodness, Nick had bought and installed a satellite dish. He was also staying at Strickland’s, and he wanted sports. She wanted the cooking channel.
Cecelia stalked out of the bar and made the short walk to the rooming house. She took a deep breath and savored the pure Montana air. She wondered if Melba, the rooming house owner, would let Cecelia take over the kitchen tonight to experiment with a fresh apple cake recipe. Cecelia liked to bake, especially when she felt restless.
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