The Kidnapped Bride

The Kidnapped Bride
Metsy Hingle

SHANGHAIED FROM THE CHURCH? Slung over the broad shoulders of her ex-fiance as he kidnapped her from the church was not the way Lorelei Mason had envisioned her wedding day to her new fiance.Jack Storm had left her at the altar once; now he had the nerve to want her back! Jack had made the biggest mistake of his life when he was a no-show for his wedding. Now he hoped Lorelei would fall in love with him again. And only then would he take her back to the church - to marry him!RIGHT BRIDE, WRONG GROOM: Marrying Mr. Almost-Right is all wrong, especially when the perfect man is ready to sweep you into his arms!

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Lorelei Dropped Her Bridal Bouquet As Everything Went Dark.

Jack tossed the sheet over her head and then she felt herself being lifted from the floor and flung over a shoulder—a hard, muscular shoulder. And suddenly they were moving.

Just as the first notes of “The Wedding March” sounded, Lorelei felt the blast of July heat hit her and realized they had exited the church. She’d just been kidnapped from her wedding! This can’t be happening, she thought. Shock turned to anger as she attempted to get free.

“Be still,” Jack commanded, patting her on her rear.

“Jack! Take me back to my wedding!”

“Sorry, beautiful. That’s something I’m not willing to do.”

“Why not?” she demanded.

“Because, sweetheart, you promised a long time ago to marry me, and I’ve decided to hold you to that promise.”

Dear Reader,

LET’S CELEBRATE FIFTEEN YEARS

OF SILHOUETTE DESIRE...

with some of your favorite authors and new stars of tomorrow. For the next three months, we present a spectacular lineup of unforgettably romantic love stories—led by three MAN OF THE MONTH titles.

In October, Diana Palmer returns to Desire with The Patient Nurse, which features an unforgettable hero. Next month, Ann Major continues her bestselling CHILDREN OF DESTINY series with Nobody’s Child. And in December, Dixie Browning brings us her special brand of romantic charm in Look What the Stork Brought.

But Desire is not only MAN OF THE MONTH! It’s new love stories from talented authors Christine Rimmer, Helen R. Myers, Raye Morgan, Metsy Hingle and new star Katherine Garbera in October.

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The Kidnapped Bride

Metsy Hingle

www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)

METSY HINGLE is a native of New Orleans who loves the city in which she grew up. She credits the charm of her birthplace, and her own French heritage, with instilling in her the desire to write. Married and the mother of four children, she believes in romance and happy endings. Becoming a Silhouette author is a long-cherished dream come true for Metsy and one happy ending that she continues to celebrate with each new story she writes. She loves hearing from readers. Write to Metsy at P.O. Box 3224. Covington, LA 70433.

For Jean and Jeanne Wilson,

for all the years of friendship,

for all the years of love.

One

“You don’t have to go through with it, you know. It’s not too late to back out.”

Lorelei Mason dragged her attention from the sight of her future mother-in-law being escorted down the aisle of the church and stared at her younger sister. Dressed in rosecolored silk that set off her creamy skin and the reddish gold of her hair, her sister Desiree looked at her out of troubled eyes. “It’s not too late to back out of what?”

“The wedding,” Desiree informed her, darting a quick glance at the church doors. “If you’re having second thoughts about marrying Herbert, then you shouldn’t do it. It’s not too late to say you’ve changed your mind.”

“What makes you think I’m having second thoughts?” Lorelei asked even as she felt the knot of apprehension tighten in her stomach again. She wasn’t having second thoughts about marrying Herbert Van Owen III. She was having third, fourth and fifth thoughts about marrying him and had been for the past two weeks—ever since Jack Storm had showed up in Mesa. The blasted man, Lorelei thought, frowning. She hadn’t expected to ever see him again, nor had she wanted to. So what was a sea-loving pirate like him doing here in the Arizona desert? And why now, just when she was about to get married?

“Because you don’t look the way a bride should look on her wedding day.”

At her sister’s remark, Lorelei shoved thoughts of Jack from her mind. She looked down at her white lace-and-satin wedding gown—the one she’d ordered months ago from the bridal store in Phoenix and had paid an outrageous two weeks’ salary for. She made a point of checking her matching white shoes and the bouquet of ivory roses and lilies in her hand. Arching her brow, she leveled her younger sibling with the look of superiority and wisdom that her almost two years’ advantage in age gave her. “That’s funny. I think I look like a bride. And I know I’m certainly dressed for the part.”

Desiree let out a dramatic sigh that bespoke her stage training. “You’re always so literal, Lorelei,” she said, making a face. “I wasn’t talking about your dress. I was talking about you. You don’t look the way a bride should look on her wedding day.”

“And how is it I’m supposed to look?” Lorelei asked imperiously. She would not let her baby sister cause her to start second-guessing herself. Her decision to marry Herbert had been a sound one, made after carefully considering the pros and cons. Her stomach did another somersault, and Lorelei fought against the uneasy feeling. It’s nerves, she told herself. She just needed to get this wedding over and done with. She cut a glance toward the vestibule. What in the world was keeping her father and older sister? How long did it take to adjust a cummerbund anyway?

“You should look...happy.”

She shifted her attention back to her sister. “I am happy,” Lorelei informed her.

“But you don’t...glow. A bride should glow on her wedding day,” Desiree said dreamily.

Lorelei blinked. Glow? She was expected to glow when she was having a hard time not losing the coffee and toast she’d managed to force down sometime before noon that day? “I’m not a light bulb, for pity’s sake. And I don’t know any women who walk around glowing on their wedding day or any other day.” Except maybe her mother. There had always been a glow about her mother whenever she looked at Lorelei’s father. “That’s just another one of those foolish ideas the media uses to help sell a poor, prospective bride a lot of unnecessary products.”

“No, it’s not,” Desiree insisted as she fidgeted with the sprig of pink and white roses in her bouquet.

Lorelei narrowed her eyes at the movement. What was wrong with her sister? Desiree never fidgeted. Or at least not since they’d been children. And then only when she’d done something she felt guilty about.

“The media has nothing to do with it. On her wedding day a bride should glow with happiness. And you don’t.”

All right. So she didn’t glow, Lorelei conceded silently. There was no surprise in that since she didn’t feel like a glowing bride, either. But then, she was almost twenty-nine now, not some starry-eyed teenager who believed in such romantic nonsense. She was a responsible and levelheaded woman. And she refused to let her sister’s remark get to her. “Desiree, sweetie, you’ve obviously played one too many romantic leads.”