Jackie Braun - True Love, Inc.

Cam must have noticed the direction of Maddie’s gaze, because he said, “Did I leave any evidence?”

Maddie didn’t know what possessed her, but she raised her hand, resting the palm lightly against his cheek, and with the pad of her thumb pretended to brush away nonexistent crumbs. He leaned forward slightly and so did she, bringing their faces into surprisingly close proximity. Neither she nor Cam moved. Her hand still rested on his cheek, and his eyes were clouded with some indecipherable emotion. They seemed frozen in time, the only two people on the planet, until he finally closed the gap and gently settled his mouth over hers.

Maddie had been kissed before. But this was like being struck by lightning—quite simply, nothing else compared. He tasted like dill…and heaven.

Dear Reader,

Summer’s finally here! Whether you’ll be lounging poolside, at the beach, or simply in your home this season, we have great reads packed with everything you enjoy from Silhouette Romance—tenderness, emotion, fun and, of course, heart-pounding romance—plus some very special surprises.

First, don’t miss the exciting conclusion to the thrilling ROYALLY WED: THE MISSING HEIR miniseries with Cathie Linz’s A Prince at Last! Then be swept off your feet—just like the heroine herself!—in Hayley Gardner’s Kidnapping His Bride.

Romance favorite Raye Morgan is back with A Little Moonlighting, about a tycoon set way off track by his beguiling associate who wants a family to call her own. And in Debrah Morris’s That Maddening Man, can a traffic-stopping smile convince a career woman—and single mom—to slow down…?

Then laugh, cry and fall in love all over again with two incredibly tender love stories. Vivienne Wallington’s Kindergarten Cupids is a very different, highly emotional story about scandal, survival and second chances. Then dive right into Jackie Braun’s True Love, Inc., about a professional matchmaker who’s challenged to find her very sexy, very cynical client his perfect woman. Can she convince him that she already has?

Here’s to a wonderful, relaxing summer filled with happiness and romance. See you next month with more fun-in-the-sun selections.

Happy reading!

Mary-Theresa Hussey

Senior Editor

www.millsandboon.co.uk

For my true love, Mark. Here’s to happily ever after…

Silhouette Romance

One Fiancée To Go, Please #1479

True Love, Inc. #1599

began making up stories almost as soon as she learned how to write them down. She never wavered from her goal of becoming a professional writer, but a steady diet of macaroni and cheese during college convinced her of the need for a reliable income. She earned her bachelor’s degree in journalism from Central Michigan University in 1987 and continues to work as an editorial writer for a daily newspaper. Fiction remains her first love. She lives with her husband and son in Michigan.

CONFIDENTIAL

TRUE LOVE, INC.

Madison Daniels, President

Client Information—CONFIDENTIAL

Name: Cameron Foley (Goes by Cam)

Sex: Male (Very, very male)

Age: 36

Height & Weight: Six feet tall, 180 pounds (Judging from the fit of his clothes, probably all muscle)

Physical Description: Athletic build, light brown hair, brown eyes (Cocky grin reminds me of Dennis Quaid)

Marital Status: Widowed, three years ago (Lonely? He says no, but I think he is)

Children: Caroline, age six (Absolutely adorable! He seems to be a devoted father)

Occupation: Cherry farmer. Owns Foley Cherry Farm.

Health: Excellent (Very physically fit), nonsmoker (Thank goodness), social drinker (Likes French wine!)

Dating Preferences: Looking for a woman who is in her early 20s, tall, voluptuous, with blond hair and great legs. No divorcées. (In other words, look for a woman who is my complete opposite because that’s exactly who Cam Foley wants…or is it?)

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Cameron Foley was mad—no, more than mad, furious. And he allowed his temper full rein as he shoved open the double plate-glass doors that were etched with two large, overlapping hearts. A young woman, probably a college student, sat at the receptionist’s desk just inside True Love, Incorporated’s lobby, cracking her gum, head bobbing to the tune of whatever music played from her headphones. He spared her only a cursory glance before stalking down the short hallway behind her desk.

“Hey! Can I help you?” she called after him.

Without breaking stride, Cam waved the paper fisted in his hand in her general direction. “I’ll help myself.”

There were only two doors in the hallway. He stopped in front of the one that sported a brass plate engraved with the words Madison Daniels, president.

“You can’t just, like, walk in there,” the receptionist hollered from behind him. “You’ve got to, you know, make an appointment if you want to see Miss Daniels.”

“Miss,” he repeated half to himself. “Of course she’s a miss.”

The dating service’s president was probably some dried-up old prune of a woman whose only enjoyment came from poking her nose into other people’s business. “She’ll see me now,” he said, and pushed open the door.

Inside, the room’s lone occupant stood with her back to him looking out the window, which offered a rather uninspiring view of the parking lot. It was late June and already pushing eighty degrees outside, but her arms were wrapped tightly around her middle as if she were chilled to the bone. She turned when he entered and surprise registered on the pale oval of her face.

Cam had to admit, he was surprised, too. This was not the meddling old maid he’d been expecting. Madison Daniels was a looker, with hair as dark and wavy as a gypsy’s and an interesting little mole that transformed one eyebrow into a sideways semicolon. The wild mane and sexy mole, however, seemed at odds with the rest of the package. The large eyes that dominated her face were as blue as a summer sky and unmistakably sad. The delicate skin below them looked slightly shadowed, as if she hadn’t slept well the night before. Beneath her conservative long-sleeved blouse and tailored navy slacks, her curves were more lean than lush. He pegged her to be in her mid-twenties, about five-five, and maybe one hundred and twenty pounds soaking wet. Fragile. That was the word that came to mind. Her skin was as fair and freckleless as his was tanned. Clearly, she didn’t spend much time outdoors, despite the miles of beaches and hiking trails that enticed summer vacationers to the northern Michigan town of Traverse City from near and far. Cam thought he could pity her for that alone.

But pity wasn’t why he had come.

“I’d like a word with you.”

He watched surprise recede behind a mask of polite, if cool, professionalism, and for some reason he found himself wondering if those full lips of hers remembered how to smile. Yet there was a ghost of humor in her words when she replied, “You look like a man who has more than one word on his mind.”

The receptionist huffed into the room then, shooting Cam a nasty look and cracking her gum for good measure.

“Sorry, Miss Daniels. I told this guy he needed an appointment, but he wouldn’t listen. He just walked right past me.”

“That’s all right, Lisa.” She sent the young woman a reassuring wink that caused the mole to dip briefly. “I’ve got nothing pressing at the moment.” Glancing in his direction, she asked, “Can I offer you some coffee, Mr....ah, I don’t believe I know your name.”