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Texas Glory
Joan Elliott Pickart
THE WIFE HUNT Glory Carson couldn't believe she'd actually agreed to sexy Texan Bram Bishop's unorthodox proposition. For two weeks she would "act" as Bram's wife so the determined wanna-be-groom could learn the husband ropes and lasso himself a real bride. Glory herself had no intention of ever getting married.As a marriage counselor, she was only in this ruse for its research value - certainly not because she found the blue-eyed, blue-collar Bram husband material. And although she thought she'd conveyed this loud and clear, she never counted on Bram's love of a challenge!FAMILY MEN Tux, Bram, Blue and Gib are four unforgettable men with love as endless as the Texas sky, just waiting for women special enough to win their hearts!
As Of Monday Evening, Glory Carson Would Be His Wife, And He Would Be Her Husband. (#u1163149a-4ebf-597d-8685-e70130437609)Letter to Reader (#u14f86d06-ce92-58f1-b019-ef4bb729b961)Title Page (#u2cd31ab2-40e0-52c5-9c79-f4e4b8fc39d5)Dedication (#u53c1d5b5-0822-5556-9777-8598ac982381)About the Author (#u8d78400d-491a-56b9-b366-d4069153f14f)Prologue (#u99a481cc-41c9-58f9-bad4-1f8705f7de3c)Chapter One (#uf318d956-6932-5d7e-b096-cfb2692a12e8)Chapter Two (#u2b50e918-483f-5edf-8718-14b7a3240c9c)Chapter Three (#ue57f0c55-dd42-5768-8b06-5f5d31090fee)Chapter Four (#litres_trial_promo)Chapter Five (#litres_trial_promo)Chapter Six (#litres_trial_promo)Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)Epilogue (#litres_trial_promo)Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)
As Of Monday Evening, Glory Carson Would Be His Wife, And He Would Be Her Husband.
He had two weeks to observe her in that role and decide if she was a viable wife candidate.
He also had only two weeks to convince Glory that having a husband around the house wasn’t a rotten way to live.
Bram yawned. The thing was, the two weeks had to have an aura of authenticity to them. Bringing home flowers and candy every night wasn’t realistic.
The best way to handle this was just to be himself, do what felt natural and right.
Yep, Bram concluded, as sleep edged over his senses, he’d just be Bram Bishop, the man, come Monday evening.
No...he’d be Bram Bishop, the husband.
Dear Reader,
This month we have some special treats in store for you, beginning with Nobody’s Princess, another terrific MAN OF THE MONTH from award-winning writer Jennifer Greene. Our heroine believes she’s just another run-of-the-mill kind of gal...but naturally our hero knows better. And he sets out to prove to her that he is her handsome prince...and she is his princess!
Joan Elliott Pickart’s irresistible Bishop brothers are back in Texas Glory, the next installment of her FAMILY MEN series. And Amy Fetzer brings us her first contemporary romance, a romantic romp concerning parenthood—with a twist—in Anybody’s Dad.
Peggy Moreland’s heroes are always something special, as you’ll see in A Little Texas Two-Step, the latest in her TROUBLE IN TEXAS series.
And if you’re looking for fun and frolic—and a high dose of sensuality—don’t miss Patty Salier’s latest, The Honeymoon House. If emotional and dramatic is more your cup of tea, then you’ll love Kelly Jamison’s Unexpected Father.
As always, there is something for everyone here at Silhouette Desire, where you’ll find the very best contemporary romance.
Enjoy!
Senior Editor
Please address questions and book requests to:
Silhouette Reader Service
U.S.: 3010 Walden Ave., P O. Box 1325, Buffalo, NY 14269
Canadian P O. Box 609, Fort Erie, Ont. L2A 5X3
Joan Elliott Pickart
Texas Glory
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
For Pam Vallentine
JOAN ELLIOTT PICKART
is the author of over seventy novels When she isn’t writing, she enjoys watching football, knitting, reading, gardening and attending craft shows on the town square. Joan has three all-grown-up daughters and a fantastic little grandson. In September of 1995. Joan traveled to China to adopt her fourth daughter, Autumn. Joan and Autumn have settled into their cozy cottage in a charming small town in the high pine country of Arizona.
Prologue
“Tell you a story? Why, I’d be mighty pleased to do just that. I’m figurin’ you want to hear ’bout Bram Bishop. So make yourself real comfy there, and your ol’ Granny Bee will tell you all ’bout Bram.
“Now, you know that two of the Bishop boys up and got themselves married. Tux is with his Nancy. Blue is with his Amy. They’re happy as can be.
“Bram was mighty pleased that his brothers found the forever love they were seekin’. But, oh, mercy, Bram surely did wish himself a fairy godmother with a magic wand, who would produce a lovin’ lady for him to marry. He just wasn’t havin’ any luck findin’ a wife, none at all.
“Well, one day Bram was gettin’ on an aeroplane to fly back to Houston, after doin’ some business over Austin way. I never been on an aeroplane and don’t intend to, either. I’m just fine right here in my ol’ rockin’ chair.
“Anyway, that plane had three seats glued together on each side of the aisle. Can you imagine that? There wasn’t even room for a person to put their knittin’ bag ’longside their chair ’cause they’re stuck plum together.
“You got a little piece of paper tellin’ you what seat you’re to settle yourself in. Silly business, if you ask me. But Bram was lookin’ for the seat number on his special paper, ‘long with the other folks all shufflin’ in a row on that plane. Bram found his place and saw a lady already in the seat by the window.
“Now, that’s where my story really begins, you see, with that pretty little gal by the window. Glory be, she was... Funny I should say that word...Glory...”
One
Glory Carson leaned her head back and closed her eyes, telling herself to tune out the noise of the other passengers boarding the airplane.
Good grief, she thought, she was so exhausted she was nearly numb. The seminar in Austin for psychologists specializing in marriage counseling had been well attended, resulting in a constant cacophony of jarring voices. She’d had to be her professional best at all times, a constant smile in place, her interest in who was speaking to her at least appearing to be at the maximum.
It had been a productive weekend...she hoped. She’d pressed her business card into more hands than she could count, and been promised a half dozen referrals. All she could do now was wait and see if they materialized in her office.
Her speech had been well received, Glory mused foggily. The applause had been loud and long, and afterward the favorable comments were numerous.
All in all, she had no complaints about the way things had transpired in Austin, except for the fact that she was so tired she practically had to remind herself to inhale, then exhale.
Oh, what she would give for a bubble bath, then bed, and hours and hours of undisturbed, rejuvenating sleep.
Glory was vaguely aware of activity next to her, but she kept her eyes closed, assuming the passenger in the middle seat was settling in.
Fine, she thought. The sooner everyone got their bottoms planted, the quicker this plane could leave Austin and make the hour flight to Houston and home, and her waiting, welcoming bed.
“Where’s your seat belt?” a man with a rich, deep voice asked. “Oh, here it is. There you go, buddy. You’re all set. You sit there and behave like a good little guy. Okay? See? I’m right here next to you.”
Oh, dear, Glory thought, apparently she had been seated next to a father with a young son. She adored children, she really did, but she hoped to the heavens that this one was well behaved and quiet.
Moments later, as the airplane began to move, Glory allowed the rumble of the engines to drift over her senses like a comforting blanket. She was semiconscious of the pressure of liftoff, the plane tilting, then straightening again.
She was up among the peaceful clouds, she thought dreamily. It was a perfect place for a nap.
Glory gave way to blissful slumber.
Bram Bishop leaned slightly forward to get a better view of the woman in the seat next to the window.
Sleeping Beauty, he thought, just like in the fairy tale. Man, oh, man, she was one beautiful woman.
Her strawberry blond hair was swept away from her face to clearly display her delicate features. He couldn’t tell if her hair was just extremely short or if she had one of those bun gizmos.
Long lashes fanned her peaches-and-cream cheeks, and her lips were slightly parted, begging to be kissed.
The silky, rose-colored blouse she was wearing defined lush breasts, and her navy blue slacks gave evidence of gently sloping hips and long legs.
And there was no wedding ring on the third finger of her left hand.
“Want to trade seats?” Bram said to the traveling companion he’d boarded the plane with. Certainly not expecting a reply to his question, Bram frowned, grabbed a magazine from the pocket in front of him and settled back in his seat.
His lousy luck was running true to form, he thought. He was in close proximity to a gorgeous lady, and she was sound asleep! She was a captive audience for getting-to-know-you chit-chat during the hour flight, but was she smiling, eager to communicate? Hell, no.
Bram shook his head in frustration, flipped through the magazine, then jammed it back into place.
He was beginning to believe that he’d never find a wife, a woman to share his life, have their children, be the other half of his dream of forever love. He’d begun his quest to find the woman of his heart more months ago than he cared to count.
Joan Elliott Pickart
THE WIFE HUNT Glory Carson couldn't believe she'd actually agreed to sexy Texan Bram Bishop's unorthodox proposition. For two weeks she would "act" as Bram's wife so the determined wanna-be-groom could learn the husband ropes and lasso himself a real bride. Glory herself had no intention of ever getting married.As a marriage counselor, she was only in this ruse for its research value - certainly not because she found the blue-eyed, blue-collar Bram husband material. And although she thought she'd conveyed this loud and clear, she never counted on Bram's love of a challenge!FAMILY MEN Tux, Bram, Blue and Gib are four unforgettable men with love as endless as the Texas sky, just waiting for women special enough to win their hearts!
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As Of Monday Evening, Glory Carson Would Be His Wife, And He Would Be Her Husband.
He had two weeks to observe her in that role and decide if she was a viable wife candidate.
He also had only two weeks to convince Glory that having a husband around the house wasn’t a rotten way to live.
Bram yawned. The thing was, the two weeks had to have an aura of authenticity to them. Bringing home flowers and candy every night wasn’t realistic.
The best way to handle this was just to be himself, do what felt natural and right.
Yep, Bram concluded, as sleep edged over his senses, he’d just be Bram Bishop, the man, come Monday evening.
No...he’d be Bram Bishop, the husband.
Dear Reader,
This month we have some special treats in store for you, beginning with Nobody’s Princess, another terrific MAN OF THE MONTH from award-winning writer Jennifer Greene. Our heroine believes she’s just another run-of-the-mill kind of gal...but naturally our hero knows better. And he sets out to prove to her that he is her handsome prince...and she is his princess!
Joan Elliott Pickart’s irresistible Bishop brothers are back in Texas Glory, the next installment of her FAMILY MEN series. And Amy Fetzer brings us her first contemporary romance, a romantic romp concerning parenthood—with a twist—in Anybody’s Dad.
Peggy Moreland’s heroes are always something special, as you’ll see in A Little Texas Two-Step, the latest in her TROUBLE IN TEXAS series.
And if you’re looking for fun and frolic—and a high dose of sensuality—don’t miss Patty Salier’s latest, The Honeymoon House. If emotional and dramatic is more your cup of tea, then you’ll love Kelly Jamison’s Unexpected Father.
As always, there is something for everyone here at Silhouette Desire, where you’ll find the very best contemporary romance.
Enjoy!
Senior Editor
Please address questions and book requests to:
Silhouette Reader Service
U.S.: 3010 Walden Ave., P O. Box 1325, Buffalo, NY 14269
Canadian P O. Box 609, Fort Erie, Ont. L2A 5X3
Joan Elliott Pickart
Texas Glory
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
For Pam Vallentine
JOAN ELLIOTT PICKART
is the author of over seventy novels When she isn’t writing, she enjoys watching football, knitting, reading, gardening and attending craft shows on the town square. Joan has three all-grown-up daughters and a fantastic little grandson. In September of 1995. Joan traveled to China to adopt her fourth daughter, Autumn. Joan and Autumn have settled into their cozy cottage in a charming small town in the high pine country of Arizona.
Prologue
“Tell you a story? Why, I’d be mighty pleased to do just that. I’m figurin’ you want to hear ’bout Bram Bishop. So make yourself real comfy there, and your ol’ Granny Bee will tell you all ’bout Bram.
“Now, you know that two of the Bishop boys up and got themselves married. Tux is with his Nancy. Blue is with his Amy. They’re happy as can be.
“Bram was mighty pleased that his brothers found the forever love they were seekin’. But, oh, mercy, Bram surely did wish himself a fairy godmother with a magic wand, who would produce a lovin’ lady for him to marry. He just wasn’t havin’ any luck findin’ a wife, none at all.
“Well, one day Bram was gettin’ on an aeroplane to fly back to Houston, after doin’ some business over Austin way. I never been on an aeroplane and don’t intend to, either. I’m just fine right here in my ol’ rockin’ chair.
“Anyway, that plane had three seats glued together on each side of the aisle. Can you imagine that? There wasn’t even room for a person to put their knittin’ bag ’longside their chair ’cause they’re stuck plum together.
“You got a little piece of paper tellin’ you what seat you’re to settle yourself in. Silly business, if you ask me. But Bram was lookin’ for the seat number on his special paper, ‘long with the other folks all shufflin’ in a row on that plane. Bram found his place and saw a lady already in the seat by the window.
“Now, that’s where my story really begins, you see, with that pretty little gal by the window. Glory be, she was... Funny I should say that word...Glory...”
One
Glory Carson leaned her head back and closed her eyes, telling herself to tune out the noise of the other passengers boarding the airplane.
Good grief, she thought, she was so exhausted she was nearly numb. The seminar in Austin for psychologists specializing in marriage counseling had been well attended, resulting in a constant cacophony of jarring voices. She’d had to be her professional best at all times, a constant smile in place, her interest in who was speaking to her at least appearing to be at the maximum.
It had been a productive weekend...she hoped. She’d pressed her business card into more hands than she could count, and been promised a half dozen referrals. All she could do now was wait and see if they materialized in her office.
Her speech had been well received, Glory mused foggily. The applause had been loud and long, and afterward the favorable comments were numerous.
All in all, she had no complaints about the way things had transpired in Austin, except for the fact that she was so tired she practically had to remind herself to inhale, then exhale.
Oh, what she would give for a bubble bath, then bed, and hours and hours of undisturbed, rejuvenating sleep.
Glory was vaguely aware of activity next to her, but she kept her eyes closed, assuming the passenger in the middle seat was settling in.
Fine, she thought. The sooner everyone got their bottoms planted, the quicker this plane could leave Austin and make the hour flight to Houston and home, and her waiting, welcoming bed.
“Where’s your seat belt?” a man with a rich, deep voice asked. “Oh, here it is. There you go, buddy. You’re all set. You sit there and behave like a good little guy. Okay? See? I’m right here next to you.”
Oh, dear, Glory thought, apparently she had been seated next to a father with a young son. She adored children, she really did, but she hoped to the heavens that this one was well behaved and quiet.
Moments later, as the airplane began to move, Glory allowed the rumble of the engines to drift over her senses like a comforting blanket. She was semiconscious of the pressure of liftoff, the plane tilting, then straightening again.
She was up among the peaceful clouds, she thought dreamily. It was a perfect place for a nap.
Glory gave way to blissful slumber.
Bram Bishop leaned slightly forward to get a better view of the woman in the seat next to the window.
Sleeping Beauty, he thought, just like in the fairy tale. Man, oh, man, she was one beautiful woman.
Her strawberry blond hair was swept away from her face to clearly display her delicate features. He couldn’t tell if her hair was just extremely short or if she had one of those bun gizmos.
Long lashes fanned her peaches-and-cream cheeks, and her lips were slightly parted, begging to be kissed.
The silky, rose-colored blouse she was wearing defined lush breasts, and her navy blue slacks gave evidence of gently sloping hips and long legs.
And there was no wedding ring on the third finger of her left hand.
“Want to trade seats?” Bram said to the traveling companion he’d boarded the plane with. Certainly not expecting a reply to his question, Bram frowned, grabbed a magazine from the pocket in front of him and settled back in his seat.
His lousy luck was running true to form, he thought. He was in close proximity to a gorgeous lady, and she was sound asleep! She was a captive audience for getting-to-know-you chit-chat during the hour flight, but was she smiling, eager to communicate? Hell, no.
Bram shook his head in frustration, flipped through the magazine, then jammed it back into place.
He was beginning to believe that he’d never find a wife, a woman to share his life, have their children, be the other half of his dream of forever love. He’d begun his quest to find the woman of his heart more months ago than he cared to count.
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