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The Long Shot - Softcover

Martin, Michelle

 
9780553576504: The Long Shot
Softcover
ISBN 10: 055357650X ISBN 13: 9780553576504
Verlag: Bantam Books, 1998

Inhaltsangabe

In the Blue Ridge foothills of Virginia, self-made millionaire Cullen Mackenzie asks Samantha Lark to feign a romance in order to inspire her sister, Whitney, to accept his proposal of marriage, with unintended consequences. Original.

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ing tradition of Susan Elizabeth Phillips, Michelle Martin, author of <i>Stolen Moments,</i> presents a delightful cast of characters in a story about two best friends--and one man...<br><br>When multimillionaire Cullen Mackenzie returns to the Blue Ridge foothills of his childhood, he's ready to put a ring on the finger of his future bride, the beautiful and sexy Whitney Sheridan. But instead of Cullen's ring, Whitney's got a handful of eligible men wrapped around her finger--and she's not about to jump at Cullen's proposal. Cullen turns to Samantha Lark to help him change Whitney's mind. Sam knows that nothing will get her best friend's attention faster than having another woman in the picture, so she and Cullen publicly feign love for each other. But the Great Plot sparks more than Whitney's attention--it ignites a passion that Sam and Cullen never knew existed. Whitney, though, is not about to go down without a fight. And all is fair when love is war....

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"I've warmed up the audience, so on with the show," she murmured as she stepped so naturally into his arms.  She raised her voice so the couples nearby could easily eavesdrop as she launched into a survey of foreign cuisines she and Cullen both liked, European cities they both loved, and romantic movies that turned them both to mush.

But Cullen was distracted by the stunning discovery that Sam had curves that knew how to move caressingly into him and around him and against him.  When had she gotten curves? When had she learned to move like this and look like this and smile so seductively? How could his childhood chum feel so womanly and desirable and delicious in his arms?

"Cullen, pay attention!" Sam hissed.

"Hm?" Cullen said, and then hurriedly regrouped. "Oh, sorry, Sam. What's my line?"

"I've just been complimenting your dancing. So say something about me."

Cullen's smile grew. The Great Plot was turning out to be a whole lot easier than he had imagined. "Careful, Miss Lark," he said, raising his voice, "dancing like that could get you arrested."

"For what?"

"For looking like you know exactly what to do with a man when you get him alone."

"But I do know! I'm not the kid of your golden childhood, Mr. Mackenzie. I'm all grown up."

"And a lovely job you made of it, too."

"Why, Mr. Mackenzie! Are you flirting with me?"

"No, no. Only telling truths."

"Now you sound like Noel."

"There's no need to be insulting."

She laughed. It went all the way up into her luminous brown eyes and stopped his heart for a moment. "You really must get over thinking that Noel is any kind of competition for the best man Virginia ever bred."

"And you should consider registering yourself in that dress as a lethal weapon."

She grinned up at him, dazzling him. "I don't think the girl who once put a frog down your back could ever make you putty in her hands."

"Oh Miss Lark, you'd be surprised." He looked around the ballroom. "Where's a frog when you really need one?"

She laughed. "No need to panic. I've developed much more sophisticated ways of conveying my affection." She dragged him to a stop in the middle of the dance and dropped him into a dip. "Come with me to the Casbah," she said in a hideous French accent. "We will make beautiful music together!"

"Not if my back goes out on me," Cullen gasped as the couples dancing around them laughed, staring openly at these antics. Cullen was laughing, too, and realizing in the middle of the Mackenzie ballroom, and Sam's dip, just how much fun he was having. And when was the last time he had really had fun?

The dance ended, to be immediately replaced by a meringue. Sam placed a hand on his shoulder and slithered around him in a blatantly erotic fashion that was hypnotizing. She had promised to put on a show tonight and she was making a good job of it. Too good.

"Well?" she said when she stopped in front of him again, her arms resting on his shoulder.

Time stopped. His gaze never leaving her face, Cullen took her hand in his and then slid his other hand slowly across the silky warmth of her bare back and pulled her against him, loving the heat of her body and the slight tremor that rippled through her. He loved that she felt fluid and lyrical when he began dancing with her, hip to hip. She was a heady combination of fire and delicacy, silliness and strength. He loved staring down into brown eyes that never shied from his. He loved that she ran the fingers of one hand through his hair, dislodging the ponytail tie, setting his hair free.

"I've always wanted to do that," she murmured.

Sam's habit of making it hard for anyone to know when she was serious held full sway. Was this an act or was it for real? Cullen didn't know. He only knew in the strange haze of the small circle they had claimed on the dance floor that it was shocking to feel her body pressed evocatively against his, and to stare down into her flirtatious smile, to be hyper-conscious of her touch as he guided her into chasses, pivots, and maxixe rocks as if they had danced together always, when in fact now that he thought about it--they had never danced together, even though they had known each other forever.

At his parents' parties and balls, he had danced with Whitney most of the time, and with some of the daughters of his parents' friends as a courtesy to them. But he hadn't danced with Sam. They had talked together, drunk champagne together, joked together, but never danced together. Until now. Until this moment that he was enjoying much too much . . . and perhaps that was the reason they had never danced before.



    

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Verlag
Bantam Books
Erscheinungsdatum
1998
Sprache
Englisch
ISBN 10 
055357650X
ISBN 13 
9780553576504
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336
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