One Hot Chance [NOOK Book]

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What's a sexy D.C. blue blood doing in sultry Savannah? Cutting loose—that's what! Tiffany Albright trashes her conservative suits and corporate briefcase for a few days of fun, fun, fun. She's lobbying for a weekend fling with a hot guy. He has to be a free spirit—she's tired of tired men with fake smiles, weak handshakes and schmoozey political favors.

When a silly T-shirt puts Chance McMann in Tiffany's path, he's not sure whether it's the best or worst thing that's ever ...

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What's a sexy D.C. blue blood doing in sultry Savannah? Cutting loose—that's what! Tiffany Albright trashes her conservative suits and corporate briefcase for a few days of fun, fun, fun. She's lobbying for a weekend fling with a hot guy. He has to be a free spirit—she's tired of tired men with fake smiles, weak handshakes and schmoozey political favors.

When a silly T-shirt puts Chance McMann in Tiffany's path, he's not sure whether it's the best or worst thing that's ever happened to him. Sure, he's attracted to Tiffany—she's bold, beautiful and built— but she won't let him explain that he's not exactly the laid-back guy she thinks he is. In fact, the phrase stuffed shirt could easily be linked to his name. As fate would have it, Tiffany leaves Chance in the bedroom only to discover that everything she thinks to be true—isn't!


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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781460371824
  • Publisher: Harlequin
  • Publication date: 8/1/2014
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Edition description: Original
  • Pages: 224

Meet the Author


While working as a newspaper sportswriter, Darlene Gardner realized she'd rather make up quotes than rely on an athlete to say something interesting. So she quit her job and concentrated on a fiction career that landed her at Harlequin/Silhouette, where she's written for Temptation, Duets and Intimate Moments as well as Superromance. Visit Darlene on the web at www.darlenegardner.com
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One Hot Chance


By Darlene Gardner

Harlequin Enterprises Ltd.

Copyright © 2003 Harlequin Enterprises Ltd.
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0-373-69126-2


Chapter One

The night was moon-bright, pulsing with life from the crowd packing the cobblestone street and teeming with possibility.

Tiffany Albright watched a young man throw back his head and howl at the moon before he joined a triumvirate of fraternity boys, proudly brandishing their Greek letters and plastic cups of green beer.

She hooked her right arm through Susie Dolinger's left and sighed with pure delight.

"Visiting you the week of the St. Patrick's Day festival is the best thing I've done in a long time," Tiffany said.

Susie dodged a couple who'd stopped ahead of them to share a passionate kiss and frowned, which wasn't one of her typical expressions. With her blond curls, dimples and sunny disposition, she usually reminded Tiffany of a grown-up Shirley Temple.

"I don't know about that, Tiffany, honey. When I said you should come to Savannah, I surely didn't mean now. I'll be too busy this weekend to spend much time with you and besides ..."

Her voice trailed off and Tiffany shot her a curious glance. Susie, who'd been her best friend in high school until the State Department had moved her father and the rest of the family to Australia, had returned to her native Savannah three years ago. In that time, she'd invited Tiffany to visit no less than a dozen times.

"Besides what?" Tiffany asked.

Susie sighed. "I thought you'd like the sleepy Savannah." She gestured at the crowd around them with a sweeping hand. "Not this one."

Made up of the cobblestones that were once the ballast stones in sailing ships, historic River Street boasted restaurants, pubs, hotels and tourist shops housed in the cotton warehouses and offices of the 1800s. A collection of small parks and sitting areas across the street provided up-close views of the Savannah River and the huge ships that continually went to and from the port.

Susie said the street was never quiet. It was Thursday night, a full twenty-four hours before the festival weekend would really get rolling, but the crowd was already nearly large enough to rival the one at Times Square before the ball dropped.

"What's wrong with this Savannah?" Tiffany asked as two men in their twenties with their arms flung around each other's necks walked by singing a rousing rendition of "When Irish Eyes are Smiling."

"Not a darn thing. I work for the Bureau of Tourism, remember? But I can't help thinking you'd prefer the other Savannah."

The sleepy, Southern, boring one.

"And why's that?" Tiffany tried to keep her voice light. She really did.

Susie squeezed her arm. "Don't go getting offended on me. It was a compliment. I only meant the city goes wild this weekend and you're so ... conservative."

"I am not!"

"You're the daughter of an old-fashioned Iowa politician who's been in Congress for more than twenty years."

"That only proves my father is conservative, not that I am."

"You live in Washington, D.C., work on the Hill as a lobbyist and go to $1,000-a-plate dinners. If you're not conservative, then I don't know an azalea from a magnolia."

Tiffany unhooked her elbow from Susie's and folded her arms across her chest as she walked. It hurt that Susie, of all people, saw her that way. Hadn't Susie realized while they were attending the exclusive D.C. private school together that Tiffany had gravitated toward her precisely because she livened up the atmosphere?

"Did it ever occur to you that I might be tired of that kind of life?" Tiffany asked. "That I might be ready to let loose and go wild?"

A preteen whose parents were nowhere in sight blew into a plastic horn as he passed them. Tiffany jumped at the noise, barely refraining from squealing.

Susie laughed. "No."

"Just because I react normally to sudden sounds -"

"It's not that. It's everything else," Susie interrupted. "Why, it's even the way you're dressed."

"I'm dressed in green!"

"Do you really think a wild woman dresses in an emerald-green designer pantsuit tailored expressly for her?"

"I have problems getting clothes off the rack that fit," Tiffany said defensively. "I happen to be five foot ten."

"Is that a conservative estimate or your true height?" Susie asked.

Tiffany started to take affront but then her friend laughed and the outrage drained out of her. She laughed too and hooked her arm once again through Susie's.

"Okay, okay. I may not be Ms. Nonconformity but I was going to do something drastic if I didn't get out of D.C."

"Like what? Tell somebody you didn't like his tie?"

"I was thinking more along the lines of squeezing really hard the next time a politician shook my hand and gave me an empty smile. Or dumping my drink on any attorney who made a self-serving comment. But then my hand would be sore from all the squeezing and I'd be exhausted from going to the bar to get my drink refilled."

"It can't be that bad."

Tiffany lifted her face to the soft breeze, which felt wonderful after the day's heat even if it did carry the faint scent of beer. Although only March, the temperature had reached eighty-five earlier that day and had yet to dip below seventy.

"Lately, it has been that bad. I feel so ... trapped. My mother's taken to trying to match me up with every Starched Suit in town."

Susie scrunched up her small, pert nose. "Isn't the usual expression Stuffed Shirt?"

"Starched Suit fits these guys better. Most of them wouldn't take off their jackets during a heat wave in hell. Talk about boring, they could put a hummingbird on caffeine to sleep."

Susie giggled.

"What I need is somebody like your Kyle," Tiffany said. "Somebody who doesn't fit the suit-and-tie mold. I mean, Kyle's a freelance photographer. How cool is that?"

"Very cool," Susie said.

"I wouldn't need him for long," Tiffany said, letting her fantasy take hold. "Just for the weekend."

"Sorry to break this to you, honey." Susie's voice was mild but her eyes had grown wide and horrified. "But Kyle's taken."

"I wasn't talking about Kyle specifically, silly," Tiffany said, batting lightly at her arm and laughing. "He's completely taken with you, as well he should be. I was talking about some anonymous good-time guy I could spend the weekend with."

"Please tell me you don't mean sexually," Susie said, still wearing that look of dismay.

(Continues...)



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