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“You’re Up For More?” Shannon Said With A Laugh.
“Now that’s a loaded question,” Ian replied.
Her expression quickly changed from confusion to embarrassed surprise. “You’re incredible,” she muttered.
“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you.” He cupped his hand over her thigh to keep her from vaulting out of the chair.
Shannon removed his hand and rose. Ian watched her swift retreat in amusement. He was getting to her. No more than she had gotten to him. He needed to alleviate this fevered preoccupation with her, and he knew only two ways to accomplish that. He could give up and return to his solitary way of life. Or he could put aside his inherent distrust and open his mind to the possibility of a long-term relationship.
Just the thought caused his stomach muscles to contract painfully. There had to be a middle ground between the two.
Dear Reader,
This month Silhouette Desire brings you six brand-new, emotional and sensual novels by some of the bestselling—and most beloved—authors in the romance genre.
Cait London continues her hugely popular miniseries THE TALLCHIEFS with The Seduction of Fiona Tallchief, April’s MAN OF THE MONTH. Next, Elizabeth Bevarly concludes her BLAME IT ON BOB series with The Virgin and the Vagabond. And when a socialite confesses her virginity to a cowboy, she just might be Taken by a Texan, in Lass Small’s THE KEEPERS OF TEXAS miniseries.
Plus, we have Maureen Child’s Maternity Bride, The Cowboy and the Calendar Girl, the last in the OPPOSITES ATTRACT series by Nancy Martin, and Kathryn Taylor’s tale of domesticating an office-bound hunk in Taming the Tycoon.
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Kathryn Taylor
Taming the Tycoon
KATHRYN TAYLOR’s
passion for romance novels began in her late teens and left her with an itch to discover the world. After living in places as culturally diverse as Athens, Greece, and Cairo, Egypt (where she met and married her own romantic hero), she returned to the States, and she and her husband settled in the quiet village of Warwick, New York. Kathryn says, “Although my writing allows my mind to soar in the clouds, I have an energetic ten-year-old who keeps my feet planted on the ground.”
To Fouad and Jasmin,
for accepting if not understanding my obsession with writing. A special thanks to my family for their support and my critique partners for keeping me on track.
One
“What do you mean, I have a sister?” Ian Bradford came to his feet and leveled a stony glare at the middle-aged attorney seated behind the mahogany desk. “There has to be a mistake.”
Richard Jenkins had been the family lawyer for more years than Ian could remember. His dealings with the man had been more cordial and more frequent than his dealings with his father.
“There’s no mistake, Ian Here’s a copy of the birth certificate.”
He grabbed the official document with the raised seal. His father’s heart attack hadn’t been as big of a shock as this latest revelation. “Two years old?”
“Nearly three,” Jenkins mumbled.
“What the hell’s the difference? He was well into his sixties.”
Jenkins puffed up indignantly. “You don’t give up sex after forty.”
Ian let out a bitter laugh. “My old man sure didn’t.”
Wesley Bradford had been in the throes of a mid-life crisis for the past thirty years, but he had always prided himself on the fact that, after his divorce, no other woman had been able to land him.
“It says here that the mother was only twenty-five. Tiffany Moore. What kind of name is that? It sounds like a lamp.” Ian grunted in disgust. “Twenty-five? Well, he did like them young.”
“Your father had a lot of charisma.”
“My father had a lot of money. That was the extent of his charm. Take it from someone who knew him better than most.”
Ian glanced at the document again. If his father had been so proud of his daughter, why had he not allowed her to bear his name? A woman could claim any man as the father on a birth certificate. Especially when a share in a successful company was involved. This unknown child and her scheming mother deserved no part of that company.
“We’ll see about this,” Ian snarled. “You better believe I’ll demand a blood test.”
Jenkins shook his head. “Don’t you think Wesley insisted on that before he agreed to pay child support? The results are in the file.”
“And the child’s mother? Where is she living now?”
“She died six months ago in a car accident. Your sister lives with her aunt in some small town in upstate New York.”
“I don’t have a sister.”
“Call her what