Sara Orwig - The Bride's Choice

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Excerpt “I’m Talking About A Marriage In Name Only,” Caleb said quietly. “There wouldn’t be anything physical—” he paused, his dark eyes boring into her “—unless you want a physical relationship.” Juliana’s mouth dropped open as she stared at him, and Cal had to bite back a laugh. “In name only?” she repeated. He was in deep now and he clung to the remembrance of the amount of money each would inherit. “As beautiful as your body is, I know we’re strangers. I’m suggesting in name only. I like my solitary life and peace and quiet, and I am not a marrying man.” He knew when to rest his case. He gazed at her and wondered idly how she would look with her hair falling free. He resisted the impulse to reach out and tug loose her golden locks. Her skin was as smooth as silk and her lips full, looking tantalizingly soft. What would it be like to kiss her?

Dear Reader Dear Reader, Welcome to Silhouette Desire, where you can discover the answers to all your romantic questions. Such as… Q. What would you think if you discovered the man you love has a secret identity—as a movie star? A. That’s what happens to the heroine of August’s MAN OF THE MONTH, Don’t Fence Me In by award-winning writer Kathleen Korbel. Q. What would you do if you were pregnant, in labor and snowbound with a sexy — but panicked—stranger? A. Discover the answer in Father on the Brink, the conclusion to Elizabeth Bevarly’s FROM HERE TO PATERNITY series. Q. Suppose you had to have a marriage of convenience? A. Maybe you’d behave like the heroine in Barbara McMahon’s Bride of a Thousand Days. Q. How could you talk a man into fathering your child…no strings attached? A. Learn how in Susan Crosby’s Baby Fever! Q. Would you ever marry a stranger? A. You might, if he was the hero of Sara Orwig’s The Bride’s Choice. Q. What does it take to lasso a sexy cowboy? A. Find out in Shawna Delacorte’s Cowboy Dreaming. Silhouette Desire…where all your questions are answered and your romantic dreams can come true. Until next month, happy reading! 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

Title Page The Bride’s Choice Sara Orwig www.millsandboon.co.uk

About the Author SARA ORWIG lives with her husband and children in Oklahoma. She has a patient husband who will take her on research trips anywhere from big cities to old forts. She is an avid collector of Western history books. With a master’s degree in English, Sara writes historical romance, mainstream fiction and contemporary romance. Books are beloved treasures that take Sara to magical worlds, and she loves both reading and writing them.

Dedication To all my editors at Silhouette: Lucia Macro, Cristine Niessner, Angela Catalano and Lynda Curnyn.

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Caleb said quietly. “There wouldn’t be anything physical—” he paused, his dark eyes boring into her “—unless you want a physical relationship.”

Juliana’s mouth dropped open as she stared at him, and Cal had to bite back a laugh.

“In name only?” she repeated.

He was in deep now and he clung to the remembrance of the amount of money each would inherit. “As beautiful as your body is, I know we’re strangers. I’m suggesting in name only. I like my solitary life and peace and quiet, and I am not a marrying man.”

He knew when to rest his case. He gazed at her and wondered idly how she would look with her hair falling free. He resisted the impulse to reach out and tug loose her golden locks. Her skin was as smooth as silk and her lips full, looking tantalizingly soft.

What would it be like to kiss her?

Dear Reader,

Welcome to Silhouette Desire, where you can discover the answers to all your romantic questions. Such as…

Q. What would you think if you discovered the man you love has a secret identity—as a movie star?

A. That’s what happens to the heroine of August’s MAN OF THE MONTH, Don’t Fence Me In by award-winning writer Kathleen Korbel.

Q. What would you do if you were pregnant, in labor and snowbound with a sexy — but panicked—stranger?

A. Discover the answer in Father on the Brink, the conclusion to Elizabeth Bevarly’s FROM HERE TO PATERNITY series.

Q. Suppose you had to have a marriage of convenience?

A. Maybe you’d behave like the heroine in Barbara McMahon’s Bride of a Thousand Days.

Q. How could you talk a man into fathering your child…no strings attached?

A. Learn how in Susan Crosby’s Baby Fever!

Q. Would you ever marry a stranger?

A. You might, if he was the hero of Sara Orwig’s The Bride’s Choice.

Q. What does it take to lasso a sexy cowboy?

A. Find out in Shawna Delacorte’s Cowboy Dreaming.

Silhouette Desire…where all your questions are answered and your romantic dreams can come true. Until next month, happy reading!

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

www.millsandboon.co.uk

lives with her husband and children in Oklahoma. She has a patient husband who will take her on research trips anywhere from big cities to old forts. She is an avid collector of Western history books. With a master’s degree in English, Sara writes historical romance, mainstream fiction and contemporary romance. Books are beloved treasures that take Sara to magical worlds, and she loves both reading and writing them.

To all my editors at Silhouette:

Lucia Macro, Cristine Niessner,

Angela Catalano and Lynda Curnyn.

“This is Elnora Roseanne Tangney Siever’s last will and testament.”

Caleb Duncan listened as Willard Mason read in an im- passive voice, and again felt shock that Elnora had written a new will with a new attorney. Cal had been the Siever at- torney since he had opened his practice. The Sievers were old family friends of his grandparents’ and Lawrence Siever had referred clients to Cal until Siever’s death. Cal had been El- nora’s lawyer. Why, only last month, he had taken her to lunch. He’d had no idea she’d hired another lawyer.

Cal glanced at the three people seated to his right: gray- haired Stoddard Tamblin, Elnora Siever’s elderly butler and chauffeur; Gladys Wicklund, the woman’s faithful ser- vant; and Juliana Aldrich, former companion and friend to Elnora.

Cal’s gaze raked over the blonde, slowing momentarily over her long, silken legs. Juliana Aldrich was a good- looking woman. Tall and willowy, she had golden hair the rich color of ripe wheat. It was pinned behind her head in a chignon. Distaste curled in Cal’s mouth. The beautiful lit- tle gold digger should not be sitting there. During college, she had worked as a companion for Elnora, probably play- ing on Elnora’s sympathy and winning her everlasting friendship.

Cal recalled several times Elnora had suggested changing her will to include Juliana, and each time Cal had talked her out of the notion. Or he thought he had. Cal’s instincts told him why Elnora had hired Mason and written another will. Memories of what Elnora had suggested made his anger boil. Surely not even Elnora could have been so flighty and whimsical as to have actually written the will she’d pro- posed to him? And surely Willard Mason would have talked her out of it, too.

As Cal looked at Juliana Aldrich, cool blue eyes met his gaze. He stared back, fury and wariness churning in him while he listened to Willard Mason’s deep voice.

“I, Elnora Siever of Colby County, state of Texas, being now in good health and strength of body and mind, desir- ing to make disposition of my property and affairs, do hereby declare this to be my last will and testament.”

Provisions were made for bills to be paid, the standard legal jargon was read, and as she listened, Juliana was still surprised to be one of the heirs. She hadn’t given a thought to inheriting from Elnora. Various token amounts ran through her mind, but she felt certain she would be be- queathed some sentimental remembrance, Elnora’s music box that played “Lara’s Theme,” or some of Elnora’s books.

Yet, perhaps it was something more substantial; what- ever it was, Caleb Duncan must not approve. He’d been curt with her, and every glance he gave her looked angry while he was warm and courteous to Gladys and Stoddard. Yet per- haps his anger was caused by Elnora herself. As Juliana re- called, Caleb Duncan had been Elnora’s attorney. What had caused Elnora to get Willard Mason to write her will? she wondered. Had Cal Duncan displeased the elderly woman?

As if he realized she was thinking about him, Cal sud- denly turned and his dark gaze settled on her. Dressed in a navy pin-striped suit, with a snow-white shirt and maroon tie, he looked the calm, composed picture of the successful businessman. But when she looked closer, she noticed his snapping dark eyes, the firm jaw that was tightly set, the rugged angles and planes of his face; all his features held arrogance and a hint of danger. And another quality. As she stared into thickly lashed eyes, she felt a twist of curiosity about him as a man, a reaction that was purely feminine and physical. And as unwanted as cold germs.

To avoid his probing gaze, she shifted her attention to the leather briefcase beside his chair and the oak-paneled wall behind him, while Mason continued reading the will.

“To my employee, Stoddard Tamblin, he is to continue to draw the same salary as long as he shall live. In addition, he is to be given my Cadillac because he has maintained the car through the years. Also, he is to be given a sum of twenty-five thousand dollars for his years of faithful ser- vice. And he may continue to live in his house at Green Oaks.”

“Good heavens!” Stoddard gasped, fanning himself with his battered cotton cap and running thick fingers through his straight gray hair. “Bless Miss Siever’s heart.”

“My word,” Gladys muttered, pushing her bifocals higher on her round nose and staring at Stoddard.

Caleb Duncan glanced at Juliana, and she gazed into eyes that stabbed like twin stilettos. This time, there was no mis- taking his anger. He wasn’t happy with Elnora Siever’s will. Juliana lifted her chin. Whatever Elnora had left to her, it was what the woman wanted to do and Mr. Caleb Duncan would have to accept it, whether he liked it or not. Sud- denly, she realized she was caught in a staring contest as they continued to look at each other steadily. But she had no intention of being the first to look away. Caleb Duncan arched his eyebrows slightly then narrowed his eyes. Refusing to be intimidated by him, she stared back.

He raised his hand midway, and she glanced down at his fingers.