Barbara Daly

You Call This Romance!?: You Call This Romance!? / Are You For Real


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      Duets™

      Two brand-new stories in every volume…twice a month!

      Duets Vol. #69

      Popular Barbara Daly serves up a delightful Double Duets this month featuring the smart, sexy, sassy Sumner sisters, Faith and Charity. The Telegraph Herald says this about Barbara’s books. Look for “…a delicious blend of humor, seduction and romance as refreshing as a day in New England.”

      Duets Vol. #70

      Cheryl Anne Porter returns with the second book in her humorous miniseries A FUNNY THING HAPPENED ON THE WAY TO THE DELIVERY ROOM. This talented writer always delivers “a funny ride—a roller coaster of fun and adventure.” Joining her is Silhouette author Kate Thomas with a neat premise. What does an overburdened working woman need these days? A stay-at-home “wife!”—in the form of the sexy, ever helpful hero!

      Be sure to pick up both Duets volumes today!

      You Call this Romance!?

      Are You for Real?

      Barbara Daly

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

      Contents

       You Call this Romance!?

       Chapter 1

       Chapter 2

       Chapter 3

       Chapter 4

       Chapter 5

       Chapter 6

       Chapter 7

       Chapter 8

       Chapter 9

       Chapter 10

       Chapter 11

       Chapter 12

       Chapter 13

       Epilogue

       Are You for Real?

       Chapter 1

       Chapter 2

       Chapter 3

       Chapter 4

       Chapter 5

       Chapter 6

       Chapter 7

       Chapter 8

       Chapter 9

       Chapter 10

       Chapter 11

       Chapter 12

       Chapter 13

       Epilogue

You Call this Romance!?

      “I’m under a good bit of stress,” Faith confessed.

      It occurred to her that she could talk about her stress to Cabot and at the same time take the first step toward her goal of seduction.

      He nodded, a font of wisdom in a navy blazer. “You’ve lost so many jobs, you expect to lose this one. But don’t worry. I’m going to give you great references.”

      She was touched. “Even after all the mistakes I’ve made? That’s sweet.”

      “Downright noble, I’d say.” A smile twitched at his lips, then disappeared. “You’re good at this job. You need a little self-confidence, that’s all.”

      “And brake shoes.” Self-confidence was all very well, but it didn’t pay the rent.

      His brow furrowed. “What?”

      “And tires.” But the job, the brake shoes and the tires were putting less stress on her at the present time than Cabot himself. She needed to get him into a loverly mood. Arouse him. Steer the conversation in a different direction…if she could just figure out where the oars were.

      Dear Reader,

      Do you have a sister? I’m so envious if you do! Growing up an only child, I was always fascinated by the relationships among sisters. I observed that they seemed to divide up the personality traits, and the oldest got first choice. If she chose to be “the smart one,” the next sister was “the pretty one.” If a third sister came along, she might be “the artistic one,” or “the athletic one.” Or, of course, “the wild one.” I knew of one sad case in which the older sister was “my sweet baby” and the younger, “the other one.”

      Since I couldn’t have sisters of my own, I simply had to invent some. The Sumner sisters, Faith, Hope and Charity, divvied up the personality traits all right, but not according to any of the current literature on birth order! Hope’s the middle child, but she’s always been the leader. (For the story of her tumble into love, read A Long Hot Christmas, Harlequin Temptation, December 2001.) Now, with Valentine’s Day approaching, it’s hearts and flowers for Faith and Charity and two romantic stories from me to you.

      Barbara Daly

      Books by Barbara Daly

      HARLEQUIN DUETS

      13—GREAT GENES!

      34—NEVER SAY NEVER!

      HARLEQUIN TEMPTATION

      859—A LONG HOT CHRISTMAS

      To David Ernstmeyer and Kate Carpenter, my heartfelt thanks for taking care of my kids when they got too old to listen to me.

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      CABOT DRENNAN STARED at the woman across the wrought-iron table from him. She meant