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Автор: Pamela Browning
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      Two brand-new stories in every volume…twice a month!

      Duets Vol. #99

      Veteran Harlequin author Pamela Browning makes her Duets debut this month with a delightful, splashy Double Duets volume. Sisters Karma and Azure O’Connor undergo their share of woe with men in this pair of fun, quirky stories set in trendy South Beach, Miami. Enjoy Life Is a Beach and A Real-Thing Fling!

      Duets Vol. #100

      Duets is having a celebration this month! This smile-inducing series, featuring gifted writers and stories, is one hundred volumes old. Look for two terrific tales by fan favorites Jennifer Drew and Holly Jacobs. You’ll Be Mine in 99 and The 100-Year Itch are both set in the crazy small town of Hiho, Ohio, where anything can—and will!—happen when people fall in love. Happy reading!

      Be sure to pick up both Duets volumes today!

      Life Is a Beach

      A Real-Thing Fling

      Pamela Browning

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

      Contents

       Life is a Beach

       Chapter 1

       Chapter 2

       Chapter 3

       Chapter 4

       Chapter 5

       Chapter 6

       Chapter 7

       Chapter 8

       Chapter 9

       Chapter 10

       A Real-Thing Fling

       Chapter 1

       Chapter 2

       Chapter 3

       Chapter 4

       Chapter 5

       Chapter 6

       Chapter 7

       Chapter 8

       Chapter 9

       Epilogue

Life Is a Beach

      “I’ll challenge you to a game of Scrabble,” Slade ventured.

      Karma nodded and they settled down on the couch with the board between them. The room was illuminated only by the dim wavering light from the hurricane lamp nearby. Outside the wind rattled away and the ocean waves repeatedly battered the pilings beneath them. Every so often, the house would draw itself up, suck in its breath and give a shudder.

      Karma tried to ignore the hunky cowboy opposite her and studied the letters in her rack before slapping down the word east. Slade promptly added the letters B and R, making it breast.

      She raised her eyebrows.

      “It’s a word, right? It’s legal.” His expression was one of pure amusement.

      Karma added an O and one S, then a second S, making toss. Ah-ha, she thought, he’s beat.

      Slade reached over and, using an S, a K, followed by an I, he answered her with kiss.

      “Which,” he said softly, with the sexy look that she was coming to know so well, “wouldn’t be a bad idea.”

      Dear Reader,

      There I was on a flight to Miami reading the airline in-flight magazine. There she was, a professional matchmaker, smiling up from the page in all her glossy perfection. Cool job, I thought.

      I recalled an elderly friend telling me how her happy marriage had been arranged by a yenta, the yiddish term for the neighborhood busybody who excelled at finding marriage partners. The phrase Rent-a-Yenta sprang into my mind, and thus the Rent-a-Yenta dating service was born.

      As you read the stories of Karma and Azure O’Connor, the heroines in my Double Duets volume, I hope you’ll agree with me that even if true love comes along only once in a blue moon, it’s always worth the wait!

      Best wishes and happy reading,

      Books by Pamela Browning

      HARLEQUIN AMERICAN ROMANCE

      786—RSVP…BABY

      818—THAT’S OUR BABY

      854—BABY CHRISTMAS

      874—COWBOY WITH A SECRET

      For Judith Arnold, who knows from bubbeleh and blintzes, and for the guy who walks like John Wayne.

      1

      SLADE BRADDOCK WAS JUST a big old lonesome cowboy, and he was bound and determined not to be that way for much longer.

      Big? Well, that was one thing he couldn’t change, he reckoned. He was six foot three, so tall that he kept bumping into things in his cousin Mack’s houseboat, where he had squatter’s rights for as long as it took to find himself a wife.

      Old? He was thirty-five, which was part of the problem. All the young women in Okeechobee City, Florida, were married. The older ones tended to mother him. So even though in some circles cowboys were said to be babe magnets, Slade had not found this to be true. He had heeded his cousin Mack’s suggestion to seek out a Miami Beach dating service.

      Lonesome? The dating service should take care of that.

      Slade sauntered across Toy Boat’s salon, which was a high-class word, he figured, for a living room. He twirled his Stetson off the wall sconce where he’d tossed it after getting royally drunk with a couple of rowdies from South Beach last night, and he stopped for a moment to squint critically into the floor-to-ceiling wall mirror.

      Yeah, he looked all right. He wasn’t suave. He wasn’t dapper. He was a little worn and tattered around the edges. But he’d do. The woman he was looking for