In McGillivray's Bed [NOOK Book]

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Hugh McGillivray is stunned when he fishes a sexy woman out of the ocean. But even Pelican Cay's most determined playboy is tempted by beautiful Sydney St. John....

Sydney needs to escape her deeply unattractive business partner, who's demanding that she marry him. What if she agrees to Hugh's solution--pretend to be his wife? But that means they have to act married, and share a bed!

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Overview

Hugh McGillivray is stunned when he fishes a sexy woman out of the ocean. But even Pelican Cay's most determined playboy is tempted by beautiful Sydney St. John....

Sydney needs to escape her deeply unattractive business partner, who's demanding that she marry him. What if she agrees to Hugh's solution--pretend to be his wife? But that means they have to act married, and share a bed!

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781426870873
  • Publisher: Harlequin
  • Publication date: 7/26/2010
  • Series: McGillivrays of Pelican Cay Series , #2406
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 192
  • Sales rank: 467,187
  • File size: 417 KB

Meet the Author

RITA Award-winner Anne McAllister was born in California, spent formative summer vacations on the beach near her home and on her grandparents' small ranch in Colorado and visiting relatives in Montana. Studying the cowboys, the surfers and the beach volleyball players, she spent long hours developing her concept of "the perfect hero." (Have you noticed a lack of hard-driving Type A businessmen among them? Well, she promises to do one soon, just for a change!).

One thing she did do, early on, was develop a weakness for lean, dark-haired, handsome lone-wolf type guys. When she finally found one, he was in the university library where she was working at the time. It didn't matter. She knew a good man when she saw one.

And they've now been sharing "happily ever afters" for 32 years. They presently have four children, four dogs, and one bionic cat who, contrary to all expectations, is working on his second millennium.

Quite a few years ago they moved to the Midwest, but they spend more and more time in Montana. And as Anne says, she lives there in her head most of the time anyway. She wishes a small town like her very own Elmer, Montana, existed. She'd move there in a minute.

Before she started writing romances, Anne taught Spanish, capped deodorant bottles copyedited textbooks, got a master's degree in theology, and ghostwrote sermons.

It all became grist for the fictional mill-- as has the family history she likes to learn more about every chance she gets. She might have to try her hand at that historical, after all-- especially now that she's learned more about that second great-grandfather who claims to have shot 40 men!

In the meantime, though, she is planning more contemporary Code of the West books for Desire and Special Edition, as well as a single-title Code of the West book coming in early 2002, and a trilogy for Harlequin Presents beginning in August 2000. Keep your eye on both series as characters from each are going to start popping up in each other's books!

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In McGillivray's Bed


By Anne McAllister

Harlequin Enterprises, Ltd.

Copyright © 2004 Harlequin Enterprises, Ltd.
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0-373-12406-6


Chapter One

IT WASN'T exactly heaven.

It sure as heck wasn't Iowa.

But it was as close as he was ever likely to get to perfection, Hugh McGillivray decided as he lounged back in the chair on his gently rocking boat, playing out his hand line, hoping for one last catch as he lazed away the end of the day in the setting Caribbean sun.

At the stern another rod bobbed in its holder, increasing his odds. But even if he didn't get any more fish, Hugh didn't care. It had still been a perfect day. The sort of idyllic day he remembered from childhood - where anything could happen or nothing could - and each was equally welcome.

They were the days he'd dreamed about during his years as a Navy pilot when rules and regulations and spit and polish had ruled his every waking hour. They were the days he'd been determined to enjoy again. They were the reason he'd left the Navy five years ago and come home to start up Fly Guy, his island charter business on tiny laid-back Pelican Cay.

Most days flying passengers and cargo kept him busy moving among the islands and to the coastal cities of the States. Most days he was delighted to do it - enjoying the variety of people he met and places he went and jobs he took.

"Never a dull moment," he'd told his brother Lachlancheerfully last week.

But that wasn't precisely true.

Some days - some wonderful days - no one wanted to go anywhere, no one wanted to send anything, things were dull as ditch water. And Hugh loved those days even more because on those days he was totally free.

Like today, he thought, smiling and flexing his shoulders, then jiggling his hand line just a bit, wiggling his toes and relishing the beauty of the sunset and the soft sea breeze that ruffled his hair.

Of course, he could have been back at the shop helping his sister, Molly, work on the chopper engine or he could have been doing his paperwork or sending out his bills.

But the papers and the bills would be there tomorrow. So would Molly. And she'd be a damn sight happier for not having had him underfoot today. They were good friends most of the time - partners for the past four years; Molly did most of the mechanic work and Hugh did most of the flying - but they came close to strangling each other whenever they worked together on the same project.

So it had been the wisest thing, he assured himself, not to mention the safest, considering Molly's proverbial redhead's temper, to wave her goodbye this morning, whistle up his border collie, Belle, and head out for a day's fishing.

He'd done some bottom fishing early, checking out several favorite spots. Then, long about lunchtime, he'd dropped anchor at a little cove on Pistol Island, a few miles east of Pelican Cay. There he'd eaten his bologna sandwiches and drunk a couple of beers while Belle had explored the mangroves and then went swimming. After Hugh had swum a bit, too, he'd begun working his way back toward Pelican Cay, though work hardly seemed the operative word.

Mostly he just fiddled with his lines, soaked up the rays, sipped his beer and drifted along as the sun dropped into the sea.

He watched with mild interest as speedboats zipped past him. But he felt no urge to move quicker. If he wanted speed, he flew. Today he wanted to drift. He'd waved at the launch taking the day-trippers back to Nassau from Pelican Cay when it had passed him a couple of hours ago. The passengers had waved back, looking tired and sunburned but, he supposed, happy.

No happier than he was, though.

No one was happier than Hugh McGillivray in his battered wooden boat - not even those high-living folks he'd seen partying on the snazzy yacht that had cruised past just a little while ago. He could still hear the sounds of calypso floating his way and see its lights in the dusk heading northwest.

He reached into his cooler and pulled out one last beer. The cooler had been full of ice and beer and sandwiches when he'd left this morning. Now it was full of fish - on top of what ice was left. He had enough fish to last all week and enough to share the largesse with Molly and Lachlan and Fiona, Lachlan's wife.

He'd been hoping for a good-size grouper - one that would top the fish Lachlan had brought home last week. They'd been competing since they had come to Pelican Cay as teenagers. Lachlan still held the all-time record - having landed a fifty-eight-pound grouper when he was nineteen. But that had been half a lifetime ago. And even though he'd been insisting since then that Hugh would never beat him, Hugh still figured he would.

Especially now that Lachlan rarely went fishing anymore. He was far too busy these days with his collection of small inns and resort hotels, not to mention with his wife. Particularly now that Fiona was expecting.

Hugh grinned as he thought of his normally svelte sister-in-law who was now in what she called "the waddling way." Fiona had been his friend for a lot of years. He thought she'd make a wonderful mom. The thought of Lachlan as a dad boggled the mind. Actually the thought of Lachlan as a husband had taken some getting used to. During his years as a professional soccer player, Lachlan had been known in the tabloids as "the gorgeous goalie," and he'd certainly taken advantage of his reputation.

Women had followed him in droves. Probably still would follow him if he showed any interest.

But Lachlan was only interested in Fiona. These days the gorgeous goalie was as domesticated as a cat.

Hugh wasn't.

Ever since Carin Campbell had married Nathan Wolfe two years ago, Hugh had decided that confirmed bachelor-hood had a lot to recommend it. At the time he'd been seriously miffed that Carin had chosen another man - not that he'd shown it. He'd never ever worn his heart on his sleeve where Carin was concerned.

No one knew how much he'd cared.

Privately, though, Hugh had made up his mind that since the only woman worth marrying was taken, from here on out he'd simply play the field.

It wasn't a bad deal. He could still admire Carin - love Carin, he admitted to himself - and enjoy her friendship. But he could also sidle up to any interesting female who turned up on Pelican Cay and flirt a little bit.

Or a lot. Whatever the situation required.

Hugh enjoyed flirting almost as much as he enjoyed fishing. It was fun. It sometimes led to bed which was also fun. And as long as no one took it seriously, no one got hurt.

He wished Lisa Milligan didn't take it so seriously.

The flirting bit. Not the bed bit. They'd got to the flirting. They hadn't got to bed - and they weren't going to.

It was against his principles. Hugh was quite happy to go to bed with willing women who knew they were having fun and nothing more. He wasn't about to sleep with any woman who thought she was going to haul him to the altar.

And he didn't need to be a mind reader to know that's exactly what Lisa had in mind.

Lisa Milligan was a sweet naive young girl. Girl being the operative word. She was nineteen, for God's sake! A child! Well, perhaps slightly more than that. But not much.

She was Tony at the bakery's niece, taking a break from college and working on the front desk at the Mirabelle, Lachlan's extremely upscale, ultradiscreet, very fashionable Pelican Cay inn. She'd been there since spring.

Finding herself, she told him.

Mostly, Hugh thought grimly, finding him.

In the beginning he'd teased and flirted with her a bit because it was what he did. That didn't mean he wanted to marry her.

Lisa just thought it did. In fact she expected he would marry her. Like it was a foregone conclusion. She'd told Miss Saffron, the island's biggest gossip, exactly that.

"She say it only be a matter of time," Miss Saffron had told him a while back as she'd rocked on the swing of her shady front porch.

Not in this lifetime, Hugh had thought, shaken. He'd been doing his best to steer clear of Lisa ever since.

But it hadn't helped. Nothing had helped. Not even when he'd told her flat out that he wasn't the marrying kind.

She'd just laughed and shown him her incredible dimples, then flashed her gorgeous grin. "Then I'll just have to change your mind."

(Continues...)



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