Tempting Mr. Wright

Tempting Mr. Wright

by Sue Civil-Brown

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Tess Morrow and Jack Wright have always struck sparks every time they're in the same room, but now, after years of successfully avoiding each other, they're trapped together by an unexpected hurricane and striking sparks of a whole different kind. Each minute Tess spends with Jack makes his dangerous kisses—and the mouth-watering way he fills a pair of jeans—more intriguing than ever. If Tess isn't careful, soon she'll be falling for this infuriating man.

Just because they're forced to spend Thanksgiving together doesn't mean that Jack has to like being with Tess. Except he's beginning to notice her warm smile, her long legs, and especially how his teasing gets her all flushed and bothered in al the right places. Suddenly, Mr. Wright is being tempted in some very unexpected ways...making him wish the storm would never end.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780380811793
Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
Publication date: 10/28/2000
Pages: 384
Product dimensions: 4.18(w) x 6.75(h) x 0.96(d)

About the Author

Sue Civil-Brown has been writing romantic stories since childhood. Now, having published two dozen books under the pen name Rachel Lee and won numerous awards, she is delighted to turn her attention to the light-hearted and humorous in love and life.

Sue lives with her own knight in shining armor on Florida's Gulf Coast, where the weather provides almost as much excitement as her dearly beloved, their children, and their Siberian husky.

Boredom, she says, is never a problem.

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Chapter One

After the bleak November landscape of Chicago, the bright greens of verdant Paradise Beach seemed garish. Tess Morrow paid the cab driver, then stood blinking in the blinding sunshine with her bags at her feet Her mother and stepfather's house looked the same as it always did, a one-story stucco structure with a red-tiled roof and an enclosed, gated courtyard full of flowers and palms.

The landscaping was lush, almost voluptuous, and Tess suddenly had a negative reaction to itthe land of reaction she would have had to a large-breasted woman in a see-through blouse. By contrast, she felt almost virtuous for living on gray city streets in a third-floor walk-up.

And right now, she could have used a good dose of the Windy City's trademark, the chilling wind off the lake. Lord, she was going to melt if she stood here any longer.

Picking up her carry-on and her cosmetics case, she let herself through the tall wrought-iron gate into paradise. Well, it might have been paradise for some people. To her, it seemed almost sinful that bougainvilleas and hibiscus were still blooming riotously and that palm fronds were rattling in the steady sea breeze when the trees at home were lifeless gray fingers.

Her reaction was abnormal, though, and she knew it, but at the moment she wasn't prepared to consider it. She had more important things on her mind: her mother and stepfather had disappeared.

Crossing the red brick driveway in the punishing sun, she walked up the narrow path to the front door, grateful for the shade of the porch. Fumbling in her purse, she sought the special key ring on which she kept the keys to her parents'house—a key ring she hadn't needed in years.

God, it was hot. Her wool skirt was prickling her even through the nylon slip, her pantyhose were chafing and making her even hotter, and she could feel sweat rolling down her back between her shoulder blades. Already her dark hair was plastered to her forehead.

Where the hell was that key ring? Dropping her bags, she dug through her purse, finding old tissues, a receipt from two years ago for wine she couldn't remember buying, a bottle of ibuprofen, and a half-dozen crumpled business cards. Sweat dripped off the end of her nose, soaking the tissues and cards.

Aha, there it was.

She pulled the ring from the bottom of her purse and started to insert the key in the lock. Just then the door popped open and she found herself staring into the face of her nemesis: her stepbrother Jack Wright. Worse, he was grinning.

"Well, well, well," he said, leaning against the doorjamb, his voice hinting of foreign climes, with just a touch of a Caribbean lilt. "It's Shorty."

"Oh, God," she said. Tess reached out, grabbed the knob of the outward-opening door, and slammed it in his face.

Then she shoved the keys back in her purse, picked up her suitcases, and started back to the street.

Halfway across the courtyard, the sun and common sense drew her up short. What the heck was she doing? She had as much right to be here as he did. And what's more, her mother and stepfather were still missing.

Swearing under her breath, she did an about face, nearly twisting her ankle as her three-inch spike heel caught in a groove between the bricks. She swore again and marched back to the house. He had absolutely no right to keep her from coming into the house.

Dropping her suitcases again, she had to fumble once more for the key. By this point she was so annoyed that her jaws ached from clenching her teeth. Perspiration, rolling like rivers now, burned her eyes, and she wanted to scream.

Just as she started to insert the key in the door, it swung open again, and there was Jack lounging against the doorjamb, a grin on his face. "Hi, Shorty," he said, just as he had two minutes ago. "Change of heart?"

All the dislike she felt for him. rose until her throat burned with it. "Don't call me that," she said sharply. She was painfully self-conscious about only being five-foot-one, but she didn't think Jack had any business gloating, since he wasn't all that tall himself, maybe five-nine. "What are you doing here?

"About the same thing as you, I bet. We're missing some parental units."

"And you wouldn't know anything about that, would you." It wasn't a question.

His grin faded, to be replaced by a look of mock dismay. "Your confidence in me is amazing."

"The only confidence I have in you is that you're probably in some kind of trouble." He was still blocking the doorway, and she was getting hotter by the second. "'Are you going to let me in?"

"Why not?" He stepped back with a grandiose wave and invited her inside.

It was hardly any cooler inside, because all the windows were open. Tess dropped her bags on the terra-cotta tile and fought her way out of her wool suit jacket. Her long-sleeved jacquard blouse was sticking to her skin, and she plucked it away, hying to ignore Jack's patent interest in the view and the strange way it made her tingle.

"Wrong climate for that outfit," he remarked, his tone lazy. He was wearing khaki cargo shorts and a loose white shirt with rolled-up sleeves, showing off plenty of tanned skin, not to mention some really phenomenal legs.

"No kidding." Count on Jack to say the obvious. "It's cold in Chicago."


She tossed him. A glare and reached for her bags, but before she could grab them, he had moved swiftly and snatched them up.

"I suppose you're planning to stay," he said in tones of long-suffering resignation.

"Until we find Mom and Dad, yes."

"I thought so."

"Well, you're welcome to leave."

"Me?" He lifted his eyebrows. "I came riding to the rescue first, Shorty. I've got squatter's rights."

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harstan More than 1 year ago
Tess Morrow and Jack Wright first met as teenagers when their parents married. For years, the duo stayed way from each other as they agreed on nothing except their love for their parents. However, both receive a shocking call from a Florida neighbor of their parents that Steve and Brigitte vanished from their Paradise Beach home.

Separately, Tess and Jack arrive in Florida to find out what happened. Their combat starts all over again upon first sight as Jack greets ¿Shorty¿ in his usual way and she reciprocates his ¿fond¿ hello. However, both must find a way to forge a truce if they are to cooperate and learn what occurred to their missing parents. However, neither one expected passion to engulf them nor did they expect to find love in each other¿s arms even as they worry about Steve and Brigitte.

TEMPTING MR. WRIGHT will tempt readers of romantic romps to search for other works by Sue Civil Brown (see CATCHING KELLY). The story line is humorous and ably assisted by the reappearance of charcaters form previous tales. Tess and Jack are a wonderful couple whose wars will feel right at home for anyone with a sibling or as in this case a stepsibling. Fans of lighthearted, contemporary romances will rate highly Ms. Brown¿s amusing yarn.

Harriet Klausner