Get Lucky
LUCKY…IN LOVE?An unlikely state of affairs. For Navy SEAL Lucky O'Donlon was the original love-'em-and-leave-'em guy. Used to women swooning at his feet. So how could it be that the frustratingly attractive journalist Sydney Jameson had nothing to offer him but one very cold shoulder?Well, two could play at this game. But first things first–he and Sydney had a job to do. They had to get their man.Then there would be time enough for him to get his woman….
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New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author Suzanne Brockmann has thrilled audiences with her Tall, Dark and Dangerous series. Experience it here with a hero who must face the most daring adventure of allâfalling in love.
Sheâs the one woman who wonât play his gameâ¦
Navy SEAL Luke âLuckyâ OâDonlon is used to women swooning at his feet. So how could it be that feisty journalist Sydney seems immune to his charms? And since theyâre working a dangerous case together, Lucky is determined to turn her frosty attitude aroundâand make her fall head over heels for him.
As Silhouette Booksâ 20th anniversary continues, Intimate Moments continues to bring you six superb titles every month. And certainly this monthâwhen we begin with Suzanne Brockmannâs Get Luckyâis no exception. This latest entry in her TALL, DARK & DANGEROUS miniseries features ladiesâ man Lucky OâDonlon, a man who finally meets the woman who is his matchâand more.
Linda Turnerâs A Ranching Man is the latest of THOSE MARRYING MCBRIDES!, featuring Joe McBride and the damsel in distress who wins his heart. Monica McLean was a favorite with her very first book, and now sheâs back with Just a Wedding Away, an enthralling marriage-of-convenience story. Lauren Nichols introduces an Accidental Father who offers the heroine happiness in THE LOVING ARMS OF THE LAW. Saving Grace is the newest from prolific RaeAnne Thayne, whoâs rapidly making a name for herself with readers. And finally, welcome new author Wendy Rosnau. After you read The Long Hot Summer, youâll be eager for her to make a return appearance.
And, of course, we hope to see you next month when, once again, Silhouette Intimate Moments brings you six of the best and most exciting romance novels around.
Enjoy!
Leslie J. Wainger
Executive Senior Editor
For Patricia McMahon
Special thanks to Frances Stepp, expert on a whole lot more than diving, who somehow always knows to e-mail or Instant Message me whenever I have a burning research question, and Mike Freeman, real-life hero. Iâm honored to know you both! Any mistakes that Iâve made or liberties that Iâve taken are completely my own.
SUZANNE BROCKMANN lives just west of Boston in a house always filled with her friendsâactors and musicians and storytellers and artists and teachers. When not writing award-winning romances about U.S. Navy SEALs, among others, she sings in an a cappella group called SERIOUS FUN, manages the professional acting careers of her two children, volunteers at the Appalachian Benefit Coffeehouse and always answers letters from readers. Send her an SASE along with your letter to P.O. Box 5092, Wayland, MA 01778.
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It was like being hit by a professional linebacker.
The man barreled down the stairs and bulldozed right into Sydney, nearly knocking her onto her rear end.
To add insult to injury, he mistook her for a man.
âSorry, bud,â he tossed back over his shoulder as he kept going down the stairs.
She heard the front door of the apartment building open and then slam shut.
It was the perfect end to the evening. Girlsâ night outâpluralâhad turned into girlâs night outâsingular. Bette had left a message on Sydâs answering machine announcing that she couldnât make it to the movies tonight. Something had come up. Something that was no doubt, six-foot-three, broad-shouldered, wearing a cowboy hat and named Scott or Brad or Wayne.
And Syd had received a call from Hilary on her cell phone as she was pulling into the multiplex parking lot. Her excuse for cancelling was a kid with a fever of one hundred and two.
Turning around and going home would have been too depressing. So Syd had gone to the movie alone. And ended up even more depressed.
The show had been interminably long and pointless, with buff young actors flexing their way across the screen. Sheâd alternately been bored by the story and embarrassed, both for the actors and for herself, for being fascinated by the sheer breathtaking perfection of their bodies.
Men like thatâor like the football player whoâd nearly knocked her overâdidnât date women like Sydney Jameson.
It wasnât that she wasnât physically attractive, because she was. Or at least she could be when she bothered to do more than run a quick comb through her hair. Or when she bothered to dress in something other than the baggy shirts and loose-fitting, comfortable jeans that were her standard apparelâand that allowed the average Neanderthal rushing past her down the stairs to mistake her for a man. Of course, she comforted herself, the dimness of the 25-watt bulbs that the landlord, Mr. El Cheap-o Thompkins, had installed in the hallway light fixtures hadnât helped.
