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Forget the sexy, wind-tossed blond hair, stubble of sandy beard and well-muscled arms. What really had her mouth watering was what he held in his hand.
“Is that coffee?”
He drank deeply before replying, apparently having noted the reverence in her tone. “Yes, it is. ”
“You wouldn’t happen to have more of it?”
“An entire pot. Just made it before I came out for my morning walk. ” He sipped it again. “Ground the beans myself. ”
She couldn’t help it. A soft moan escaped her lips. He raised his eyebrows when he heard it, but he made no comment.
“I don’t suppose you’re feeling neighborly?”
He smiled, and Marnie told herself it was only the promise of caffeine that had her pulse shooting off like a bottle rocket.
Certainly, it wasn’t the more than six feet of gorgeous man standing five yards in front of her.
Jackie Braun began making up stories even before she could write them down, but she followed her dad’s advice and earned a college degree so she could get a “day job. ” She worked as a journalist for seventeen years, eleven of those years as an editorial writer at a daily newspaper, before finally quitting to make fiction her full-time career.
She is a former RITA® Award and National Readers’ Choice finalist, and past winner of the Rising Star Award in traditional romance. She lives with her husband, Mark, and their son, Daniel, in Flushing, Michigan.Recent titles by the same author
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The Billionaire’s Bride
Jackie Braun
For my sisters Donna, Patty and Loraine
CONTENTS
PROLOGUE
MARNIE STRIKER LARUE covered the mouthpiece of the telephone with one hand and hollered, “Do not put Dorothy in the fridge again, Noah. ”
She couldn’t see into the kitchen, but she’d developed a sixth sense where her four-year-old son was concerned and he’d been awfully preoccupied with that goldfish lately.
Sure enough, he hollered back, “Aw, Mom. ”
When Marnie saw him dash in the direction of his bedroom, she settled back onto the couch beside the mountain of unfolded laundry and, securing the receiver between her ear and shoulder, said, “So, what were you about to say, Mother?”
“I just wanted to mention that Dad saw an interesting article in the Phoenix Sun the other day about how the number of female-owned businesses is on the rise. ”
Apparently her parents, who had retired to Arizona several years before, still had a sixth sense when it came to their youngest child.
This was another not so subtle reminder that Marnie’s plan to start her own business had languished for three years now. With her late husband’s enthusiastic backing, she’d plotted out a strategy for a mail-order business, a frillier version of Land’s End and L. L. Bean. At first, she’d planned to offer clothing and accessories for women like her who lived far from shopping centers and strip malls, but who still wanted to be fashionable. Later, she’d hoped to branch out into men’s and children’s clothing and then finally to include home decor.
