“I Was Hoping We Could Be Alone,” Letter to Reader Title Page About the Author Dedication Prologue Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Epilogue Copyright
“I Was Hoping We Could Be Alone,”
Georgia admitted.
Jack nodded slowly. “Just you and me,” he said. “Like old times.”
Well, not quite like old times, she thought. There was that small matter of countless hours of unbridled sex she was hoping for now that had been totally absent from their relationship before.
“Just like old times,” she agreed a little breathlessly. Except that you wouldn’t believe what kind of underwear I have on under this autfit...nothing like the white cotton stuff I used to wear. Which he’d never seen anyway. So how was he going to know how much trouble she’d gone to today?
He’d know, she assured herself. Oh, yeah.
He’d know.
Dear Reader,
THE BLACK WATCH returns! The men you found so intriguing are now joined by women who are also part of this secret organization created by BJ James. Look for them in Whispers in the Dark, this month’s MAN OF THE MONTH.
Leanne Banks’s delightful miniseries HOW TO CATCH A PRINCESS—all about three childhood friends who kiss a lot of frogs before they each meet their handsome prince—continues with The You-Can’t-Make-Me Bride. And Elizabeth Bevarly’s series THE FAMILY McCORMICK concludes with Georgia Meets Her Groom. Romance blooms as the McCormick family is finally reunited.
Peggy Moreland’s tantalizing miniseries TROUBLE IN TEXAS begins this month with Marry Me, Cowboy. When the men of Temptation, Texas, decide they want wives, they find them the newfangled way—they advertise!
A Western from Jackie Merritt is always a treat, so I’m excited about this month’s Wind River Ranch—it’s ultrnsensuous and totally compelling. And the month is completed with Wedding Planner Tames Rancher!, an engaging romp by Pamela Ingrahm. There’s nothing better than curling up with a Silhouette Desire book, so enjoy!
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Georgia Meets Her Groom
Elizabeth Bevarly
ELIZABETH BEVARLY is an honors graduate of the University of Louisville and achieved her dream of writing full-time before she even turned thirty! At heart, she is also an avid voyager who once helped navigate a friend’s thirty-five-foot sailboat across the Bermuda Triangle. “I really love to travel,” says this self-avowed beach burn. “To me, it’s the best education a person can give to herself.” Her dream is to one day have her own sailboat, a beautifully renovated older model forty-two footer, and to enjoy the freedom and tranquillity seafaring can bring. Elizabeth likes to think she has a lot in common with the characters she creates, people who know love and life go hand in hand. And she’s getting some firsthand experience with motherhood, as well—she and her husband welcomed their firstborn, a son, two years ago.
For Ana Sofia
The score is now: Girls 3, Boys 1 So who’s going to go next?
Prologue
He knew her only by sight, knew that her name was Georgia Lavender and that her daddy practically owned the whole damned town. Carlisle, Virginia, even if it was a thriving beach resort in the summer, was barely a smudge on the map the rest of the year. And just as everybody knew that Georgia was rich, everybody knew she was smart—the kid who’d been skipped a couple of grades back in elementary school, and who, just shy of fourteen, was the youngest member of the sophomore class.
Just as everybody knew he was the oldest at almost seventeen, having been held back twice—once in sixth grade and once in seventh. They also knew it hadn’t been because he was stupid so much as it had been because he was such a troublemaker.
And hell, he wasn’t even from Carlisle. This just happened to be the most recent place the state had dumped him, after he’d been exiled from yet another group home because of what the social workers had politely called “antisocial behavior.” In spite of being the new kid in town, though, it had taken him no time at all to acquire a reputation.
Jack McCormick strode across the school parking lot and watched with veiled interest as Georgia Lavender made her way reluctantly toward her father, who was leaning against an expensive, late-model car. Her clothes suggested she had a modest disposition—a tan skirt and white blouse, white knee socks and plain brown shoes. Jack had heard Susie Morris and some of the other girls laughing about Georgia’s clothes pretty often, but he’d never really paid much attention until now.
She wore glasses, too, their huge frames and thick lenses giving her the appearance of some kind of small, timid animal whose eyes had outgrown the rest of its body. Her hair was sort of a medium everything—medium red, medium long, medium curly—but he noted it was touched with splashes of gold when she was out in the sunlight this way.
She wasn’t much of a looker, Jack reflected. But then, at the moment, neither was he. Gingerly he brushed a knuckle over his left cheekbone, where he knew the purple discoloration was still present. His foster father had backhanded him but good yesterday as soon as he’d gotten a load of Jack’s report card. Nothing much new in that, but Jack wished just once he could escape the house without having to dodge the old man’s fist.
Brushing back an errant length of black hair that had fallen over one eye, he glanced over at Georgia and her father again. She had slowed down and was warily studying the man by the