The last place Noah Tessler wants to be is stranded in the Nevada desert. But the Chicago diplomat is on a mission to find the woman who seduced his brother fifteen years ago . . . and the boy who is heir to the Tessler fortune. But single mom Michelin Albee is not at all what Noah expected. Neither is Gypsum, a one-horse ghost town waiting for the next revival of the Hollywood Western.
The tall, broad-shouldered hunk who Mich just towed to safety is clearly a stranger to these parts. She has no idea what brought Noah here, but he has already charmed the auto mechanic who harbors secret dreams of being a champion arm wrestler. And Mich’s teenage son has taken to Noah like he is one of them. But what happens once she discovers that the man she’s falling for is not who he claims to be? Will she and Noah lose their chance for a future together—their chance to be a family?
This ebook features an extended biography of Mary Kay McComas.
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About the Author
Mary Kay McComas is an acclaimed romance novelist and the author of twenty-one short contemporary romances, five novellas, and two novels. McComas has received numerous honors and prizes for her work, including the Washington Romance Writers’ Outstanding Achievement Award and two Career Achievement Awards from Romantic Times (one for Best New Novel and another for Most Innovative Romance Series). She has recently contributed to Nora Roberts’s J. D. Robb fantasy anthologies, with highly praised paranormal romance stories. McComas and her family live in Virginia’s Shenandoah Valley.
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"Now, we already know you like sex, so let's move along to old movies. Do you have a favorite?" Noah asked.
"Ah, wait a second. We don't know that I like sex," Mich retorted.
"Sure we do," he said, brushing a finger along the soft skin of her arm. "Casablanca, right?"
"No, that's not my favorite." She snatched her arm away. "And how do we know that I like sex?"
He chuckled. "You're not exactly a subtle woman, Michelin."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means," he said, "that every time I get this close to you, your eyes get a little darker, almost black, very mysterious. Your breath comes a little faster." He ran his finger down the column of her neck to the pulse skipping along at the bottom of it. "Your heart beats a little faster and your skin gets warmer."
"Stop that! I'm driving. And you're dead wrong. I feel fine." A quick eye to the speedometer, and she took her foot off the gas to slow everything down.
"You do indeed," he said, sliding his finger back up her neck, under her chin, and across her lower lip. "So soft. Warm. Very fine. Downright irresistible."
"You'd better stop that," she muttered, but to her ears it sounded like more, more, more. Then she pulled the car over and punched the brake to the floor....
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