A Marriage-Minded Man / From Friend to Father: A Marriage-Minded Man / From Friend to Father

A Marriage-Minded Man / From Friend to Father: A Marriage-Minded Man / From Friend to Father
Karen Templeton

Tracy Wolff

Dare to dream… these sparkling romances will make you laugh, cry and fall in love – again and again!A Marriage-Minded Man Karen Templeton Tess Montoya knew exactly what she wanted – a hot night with bad boy Eli, her old high-school boyfriend. There was no way she was ever going to let Eli back in her heart. But Eli would do anything for Tess, except let her get away again!From Friend to Father Tracy WolffReece and his late wife asked Sarah to be their surrogate. Now part of her family of twin boys and a baby girl belongs to Reece – and he’s not ready to be a single father. Sarah is vivacious, captivating and the kind of parent he only hopes to be. How can he resist her?

Available in June 2010

from Mills & Boon

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A MARRIAGE-MINDED MAN

“I should retreat now before I make any more of an idiot of myself – ”

“No, don’t,” Tess said, grabbing Eli’s hand, just to keep him from leaving. Eli grabbed hers back, then tugged her to him, his eyes touching hers for about half a second – barely long enough for a “Wha – ?” to skate through her brain – and lowered his mouth to hers.

She tensed, then thought, What the hell? and kissed him back, no grappling involved, no body parts touching except lips, the merest suggestion of tongue, their linked hands…and Eli’s strong, rough fingers on the nape of her neck. Whee, doggie. She kissed him back and he kissed her back more and basically she turned into one big quivering mass of goo.

Just from his lips touching hers? Holy cow.

When it was over – much too soon – Eli chuckled again, sheepish, and Tess had to grab the railing, she was quivering so badly.

“This isn’t working, is it?” he said and Tess barked out a laugh.

“Our staying out of each other’s way? No. Apparently not…”

FROM FRIEND TO FATHER

Gone was the work-at-home mum he was used to.

In her place was a blonde bombshell – slender but with curves in all the right places. And legs that seemed to go on for miles.

“Is that a new dress?” Reece asked, his voice much hoarser than usual. But he couldn’t do anything about that – the second he’d laid eyes on Sarah, most of the blood had left his head and pooled about three feet south.

Her cheeks heated and she glanced down, her hand playing uncomfortably in the silky skirt. “It is. I found it at the mall last week, when I was picking up shoes for Rose.”

“You look good.”

“Really?” Her smile was tentative.

“Yeah.” Oh, yeah. Good enough to have his libido leaping to life after nearly a year of complete and total dormancy. And his body was now reminding him – in very uncomfortable detail – just how long it had been since he’d held a woman in his arms.

A Marriage-Minded Man

BY

Karen Templeton

From Friend

To Father

BY

Tracy Wolff

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A Marriage-Minded Man

BY

Karen Templeton

Karen Templeton is the mother of five sons and living proof that romance and dirty nappies are not mutually exclusive. An Easterner transplanted to Albuquerque, New Mexico, she spends far too much time trying to coax her garden to yield roses and produce something resembling a lawn, all the while fantasising about a weekend alone with her husband. Or at least an uninterrupted conversation.

She loves to hear from readers, who may reach her online at www.karentempleton.com.

To Jack,

for always being there

even when I’m sure there were times when you

wondered what on earth you’d gotten into!

Chapter One

Crackly leaves darted out of the old pickup’s way as Eli Garrett effortlessly navigated the mountain road, one hand resting lightly on the steering wheel, the other thrumming the dashboard in time to Willie Nelson. Behind him, like backup, ladders and tools and whatnot rattled and rumbled in the truck’s bed.

Good times, Eli thought as he approached the final, dusk-cloaked curve to his house. He had a check from a thrilled client in his pocket, 007 waiting in his mailbox, and Evangelista Ortega’s chicken enchiladas tucked up all nice and cozy in the aluminum tray on the seat beside him. So the late fall evening stretched before him, gloriously free, nothin’ to do except hang with Mr. Bond and chow down on the best enchiladas this side of Santa Fe. Maybe in all of New Mexico, he mused, cresting the hill—

“What the hell—!”