Lissa Manley - Love Chronicles

“Look at that.

It’s beautiful, don’t you think?”

Connor looked up, but he couldn’t see the moon from where he was standing. He bent down and took a quick look. “Yeah, I guess so.”

Sunny stood and beckoned him closer. “Look from over here,” she said, moving toward the porch railing.

He hung back, not sure he should let himself get any closer. Any closer and his body would definitely be involved. “It’s just the moon,” he said, moving a little nearer. “No big deal.”

Sunny took two large steps and gripped his hand. Tugging gently, she said, “Boy do you need to loosen up.” When they reached the railing, she pointed up again, smiling. “There. Now look at that and tell me it’s not beautiful.”

“Beautiful,” he murmured.

“I was talking about the moon.”

“And I was talking about you.”

Dear Reader,

When you’re stuffing the stockings this year remember that Silhouette Romance’s December lineup is the perfect complement to candy canes and chocolate! Remind your loved ones—and yourself—of the power of love.

Open your heart to magic with the third installment of IN A FAIRY TALE WORLD…, the miniseries where matchmaking gets a little help from an enchanted princess. In Her Frog Prince (SR #1746) Shirley Jump provides a rollicking good read with the antics of two opposites who couldn’t be more attracted!

Then meet a couple of heartbreaking cowboys from authors Linda Goodnight and Roxann Delaney. In The Least Likely Groom (SR #1747) Linda Goodnight brings us a risk-taking rodeo man who finds himself the recipient of lots of tender loving care—from one very special nurse! And Roxann Delaney pairs a beauty disguised as an ugly duckling with the man most likely to make her smolder, in The Truth About Plain Jane (SR #1748).

Last but not least, discover the explosive potential of close proximity as a big-city physician works side by side with a small-town beauty. Is it her wacky ideas that drive him crazy—or his sudden desire to make her his? Find out in Love Chronicles (SR #1749) by Lissa Manley.

Watch for more heartwarming titles in the coming year. You don’t want to miss a single one!

Happy reading!

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Associate Senior Editor

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Love Chronicles #1749

LISSA MANLEY

has been an avid reader of romance since her teens and firmly believes that writing romances with happy endings is her dream job. She lives in the beautiful Pacific Northwest with her college-sweetheart husband of nineteen years, Kevin, two children, Laura and Sean, and two feisty toy poodles named Lexi and Angel, who run the household and get away with it. She has a degree in business from the University of Oregon, having discovered the joys of writing well after her college years. In her spare time, she enjoys reading, crafting, attending her children’s sporting events and relaxing at the family vacation home on the Oregon coast.

Lissa loves to hear from her readers. She can be reached at P.O. Box 91336, Portland, OR 97291-0336, or at http://lissamanley.com.

Dear Mr. Commitment,

My husband forgot our anniversary this year. He spends more time in the garage with his precious lawn tools than with me. What can I do to spice up our love life?

Yours sincerely,

Out of it in Oregon

Dear Out of it,

To spice up your love life, put more cayenne in his chili. Not only will he notice you, but it will knock the stuffing out of him! Ha ha ha!

Mr. Commitment

Dear Out of it,

Forget what Mr. Commitment says! To spice up your love life, do one little romantic thing each day to show him how much you love him. In the meantime, sign up for a class, take tap lessons, audition for a town play—find your own “precious lawn tools.”

Best of luck!

Sunny Williams

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Connor Forbes glanced up from the medical journal he was reading at the receptionist’s counter and looked at the office window.

“What a crock,” he grumbled, staring at the words Mr. Commitment painted in gold letters below his father’s name, Brady Forbes, M.D. Unfortunately, Connor’s name would soon take the place of his father’s and the whole town of Oak Valley, Oregon, would be coming to him not only for their medical problems, which he was more than qualified to handle, but for their relationship problems, too.

He snorted and shook his head, then rubbed his eyes under his wire-rimmed reading glasses. A man who’d failed to keep a girlfriend for more than three months at a time was the last person who should be Mr. Commitment.

He dropped his hands from his eyes and his dire thoughts were cut off when a large, black-and-white blur ran by the office’s floor-to-ceiling window. Drawing his eyebrows together, Connor straightened just as a slender woman dressed in a flowing skirt ran by. She was waving one hand in the air while the other clutched a large tote bag, her sunshine-blond hair streaming out behind her.

Intrigued—nothing remotely exciting ever happened in Oak Valley, and certainly nothing involving lithe, feminine legs and long, silky blond hair—he moved out from behind the desk and headed closer to the window to get a better view.

The blur reappeared across the street. Connor’s eyebrows went up when he saw that the black-and-white thing was a giant dog running at breakneck speed down the boardwalk.

The runaway mutt took a sharp right and leaped off the boardwalk and into the street, his huge paws flopping, his whip-like tail held high in the air. Just about the time Connor thanked heaven traffic was nonexistent in Oak Valley, the dog headed straight toward his office. In one mighty leap, the crazy canine cleared the step up to the boardwalk. Tongue lolling, he took another step and then skidded to a halt just in time to plant his huge front paws on the window facing Connor. He let out a huge woof, his tail wagging, his mouth pressed into what Connor would swear was a doggy smile.

Before Connor could recover from the attack of the humongous smiling dog, the woman with the sunshine-blond hair ran up, her brows knitted together, her pink lips pressed into a frown. She had high cheekbones and what looked like a smattering of freckles on her perfect nose. She wore a long, flowing pink skirt and gauzy white top.

She dropped her bag, grabbed the dog’s collar and pulled him off the window. She bent over, shaking a scolding finger at the delinquent mutt. Didn’t seem to faze the animal in the least. He playfully jumped around, barking, trying to get loose.