Carol Finch

Mr. Predictable: Mr. Predictable / Too Many Cooks


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

      Duets Vol. #61

      Little wonder veteran Duets author Kristin Gabriel has received two RITA Awards from the Romance Writers of America for her fabulous, funny stories. This month she delivers a delightful duo—the Kane brothers and their adventures on the path to true love. Enjoy!

      Duets Vol. #62

      Voted Storyteller of the Year twice by Romantic Times, Silhouette writer Carol Finch always “presents her fans with rollicking, wild adventures…and fun from beginning to end.” Making her Duets debut this month is talented newcomer Molly O’Keefe with a fun story about the matchmaking Cook family—and what can happen when there are too many Cooks…!

      Be sure to pick up both Duets volumes today!

      Mr. Predictable

      Carol Finch

      Too Many Cooks

      Molly O’Keefe

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

      Contents

       Mr. Predictable

       Chapter 1

       Chapter 2

       Chapter 3

       Chapter 4

       Chapter 5

       Chapter 6

       Chapter 7

       Chapter 8

       Chapter 9

       Chapter 10

       Too Many Cooks

       Chapter 1

       Chapter 2

       Chapter 3

       Chapter 4

       Chapter 5

       Chapter 6

       Chapter 7

       Chapter 8

       Chapter 9

       Chapter 10

       Chapter 11

       Chapter 12

      “You just need to hang loose,” Moriah declared.

      “Our next hurdle is to get you to do something impulsive, something totally unplanned, unexpected and off schedule.”

      “Hey, I can be impulsive if I feel like it,” Jake said, affronted.

      “Couldn’t prove it by me, Mr. Predictable,” she teased him. “When was the last time you hauled off and did something totally out of character?”

      He frowned pensively.

      “Well?” she prompted.

      “Don’t rush me. I’m thinking.”

      “That’s your problem.”

      He suddenly grinned. “You want impulsive do you?”

      He leaned over, snatched Moriah off her horse and planted a kiss on her. It wasn’t just a playful little peck on the cheek, either. It was a hot, steamy, burn-off-your-lips kind of kiss that demanded a response.

      It was the most spontaneous thing Jake had ever done, and he liked it. A lot…

Mr. Predictable

      Dear Reader,

      I’m delighted to be writing my third book for Duets, because I love romantic comedy! In this story you will meet a serious-minded workaholic who clashes with the fun-loving owner of a resort for stressed-out businessmen.

      J. T. Prescott doesn’t believe for one minute that he needs these two weeks of recreational therapy that his sisters arranged for him, and he stubbornly resists Moriah Randell’s attempt to change his attitude, his unwavering routine and his lifestyle. This battle of wills becomes far more personal and complicated when their attraction to each other refuses to be ignored or denied. When unexpected emotions sneak up on J.T. and Moriah, they can’t imagine what has hit them so hard and so fast…and just won’t go away!

      Enjoy,

      Carol Finch

      Books by Carol Finch

      HARLEQUIN DUETS

      36—FIT TO BE TIED

      42—A REGULAR JOE

      SILHOUETTE SPECIAL EDITION

      1242—NOT JUST ANOTHER COWBOY

      1320—SOUL MATES

      This book is dedicated to my husband, Ed, and our children—Jon, Jeff, Kurt, Christie and Jill. And to our grandchildren, Blake, Kennedy and Brooklynn. Hugs and kisses!

      And a very special thank-you to my editor, Priscilla Berthiaume, and my agent, Laurie Feigenbaum, for all your help and support. You are greatly appreciated!

      1

      JACOB THOMAS PRESCOTT squeezed his eyes shut to relieve the strain of staring at the computer screen for ten hours straight. Of course, that was nothing new, he reminded himself as he massaged his temples to ease the headache pounding in rhythm with his pulse. This, after all, was life as he knew it. Work. And more work. It’s what he did six days a week—and sometimes on Sunday.

      J.T.—as his three employees at his graphic shop and his sisters knew him—checked his watch. Six o’clock, right on the button. With robotlike precision, J.T. saved the file and transferred it to floppy disk so he could work on his laptop computer over the weekend.

      When he shut down the computer, J.T. pushed away from his desk and worked the kinks from his neck and shoulders. He glanced sideways to note that his three younger male employees had already called it quits for the day and that they were smiling at him for no apparent reason.

      “Is there a problem?” he asked