Cathy Thacker - The Secret Seduction

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Lily Madsen promised herself that she would never again live up to her reputation as the 'Ice Princess' of Holly Springs.To prove it, she's got a list of goals that are decidedly un-prissy– not to mention a certain bet Lily's made with some of her friends that says this virgin can seduce a visiting TV star who's in town for only a week. All Lily needs is a little help from her friend Fletcher Hart who just happens to be an animal consultant for the TV show. She needs him to get her on the set.Fletcher will be damned if he's going to let Lily throw herself at some Hollywood heavy– even if it means placing a wager of his own. The bet? That he can steer Lily away from the arrogant TV star and straight into his arms!But every wager comes with a price. The question is, are Lily and Fletcher prepared for the consequences?

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“I’m here to collect my woman….”

Lily blinked.

Fletcher regarded her with exaggerated patience. “What have I told you about chasing other guys?” he demanded, as unamused by her antics as she was by his.

“Nothing,” Lily said, enunciating the word as if to a dunce. And truly, Fletcher was acting like one.

Fletcher gave Carson a man-to-man glance. “What can I say?” he apologized. “She likes the chase—” Fletcher reached out and tugged Lily off the sofa “—and I like giving her one.” Behaving as if he had some right to be going all possessive on her, Fletcher swept her off her feet.

And, still holding her cradled in his arms, he slowly and ardently lowered his head to hers.

“Don’t. You. Dare,” Lily said.

But of course, Fletcher did.

CATHY GILLEN THACKER

married her high school sweetheart and hasn’t had a dull moment since. Why, you ask? Well, there were three kids, various pets, any number of automobiles, several moves across the country, his and her careers and sundry other experiences (some of which were exciting and some of which weren’t). But mostly, there was love and friendship and laughter, and lots of experiences she wouldn’t trade for the world.

The Secret Seduction

Cathy Gillen Thacker

www.millsandboon.co.uk

Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter One

Honestly, Lily Madsen thought as she watched the disheveled “cowboy” climb down from the truck, that man in the snug-fitting jeans, chambray shirt and boots was enough to take your breath away. Or he would have been, she amended, if he hadn’t been Fletcher Hart. The most reckless and restless of Helen Hart’s five sons, the thirty-year-old Fletcher had a reputation for loving and leaving women and never committing to much of anything—save his thriving Holly Springs, North Carolina, vet practice—for long.

“Why are you being so all-fired difficult?” Lily glared at him and continued the conversation the two of them had started before Fletcher had cut it short and headed off on an emergency call to a nearby farm. “All I am asking for is a simple introduction to Carson McRue. I’ll take it the rest of the way.”

“I’m sure you will.” Fletcher slanted her a deeply cynical look, followed it with a way too knowing half smile, then strode toward the back door of the clinic, all confident indomitable male. “The answer is still no, Lily.”

Simmering with a mixture of resentment, anger and another emotion she couldn’t quite identify, Lily followed Fletcher into the building, aware that unlike the building, which smelled quite antiseptic, he smelled as if he had been rolling around in the back of a barn. And perhaps he had been, she thought, noting the sweat stains on his shirt, the mud clinging to his backside, knees, shoulders and chest.

Oblivious to her scrutiny of him, he strode purposefully into a glass-walled room. On the other side of the partition was an assortment of cats and dogs in metal cages. All appeared to be recovering from operations or illness and were sleeping or resting drowsily. On their side of the glass wall, there was another large crate with a dog inside who did not appear to have had surgery.

Lily watched as Fletcher hunkered down beside the crate and peered in. To her frustration, he seemed a lot more interested in his canine patient, than what she had to say to him. “Just what is your objection to my meeting the man anyway?” she demanded with all the authority she could muster, given the five years’ difference in their ages.

Fletcher paused to give a comforting pat to the ailing yellow lab, who looked up at him with big sad eyes, before straightening once again. “Besides the fact that he’s an egotistical TV star who doesn’t care about anyone but himself, you mean?” Fletcher challenged.

Lily huffed her exasperation and folded her arms in front of her, trying all the while not to notice how soft and touchable Fletcher’s shaggy honey-brown hair was, how sexy his golden-brown eyes. You would think the way Fletcher acted that he was the star of a hit TV show, instead of a local vet who was—as always—in need of a haircut. Just because he had a masculine chiseled face, with the don’t-mess-with-me Hart jaw, expressive, kissable lips, a strong nose and well-defined cheekbones, did not mean that she had to swoon at his feet. And the same went for his powerful, six-foot-one frame, with those broad shoulders, impossibly solid chest, lean waist and long, muscular legs.

“You don’t know that for sure,” she retorted defensively, privately hoping it wasn’t true. “Just because Carson McRue is rich and famous—”

Fletcher headed up the stairs that led to his apartment on the second floor, unbuttoning his filthy shirt as he went. Lily was right behind him. “Let’s just cut the bull, shall we?”

“I don’t—”

He stopped at the top of the stairs and stripped off his shirt, leaving Lily with a bird’s-eye view of lots of satiny smooth male skin, a T-shaped mat of golden-brown hair, six-pack abs and a belly button so sexy it was to die for. With effort, she dragged her glance away from his hip-hugging jeans and American Veterinary Medical Association belt buckle, before she could really give in to temptation and slide her glance lower to see what was behind that tightly shut zipper.

Oblivious to the licentious direction of her thoughts, Fletcher continued mocking her with thinly veiled contempt. “I know about the bet you made with all your friends. Okay, Lily? Everyone in town does.”

While Fletcher watched, embarrassed color crept to her cheeks. Lily gulped her dismay. She never should have indulged in such bold talk at her birthday party last week. But then she never should have let her friends talk her into having two margaritas with her enchiladas, either. Everyone knew she couldn’t hold her liquor. The closest she had ever gotten to drinking was the smidgen of crème de menthe her grandmother had let them have in their milk every Christmas Eve.

Alcohol had been one of many things her beloved grandmother Rose had not approved. And knowing how badly her own parents had disappointed Grandmother Rose, Lily had grown up never wanting to similarly let her down.

Forcing herself to meet Fletcher’s boldly assessing gaze head-on, Lily demanded archly, “Who told you—?” And more to the point, how much exactly did he know about what she had sworn she would do to win her wager?

“—That you’ve promised when Carson McRue’s private jet leaves Carolina, you’re going to be on it?” Fletcher picked up where Lily left off. “Well, let’s see. There’s my sister, Janey. My brother Joe’s wife, Emma. Hannah Reid, over at Classic Car Auto Repair. My cousin Susan Hart. And everyone else who heard you swear that you could get a hot date with the dim bulb in just one week.”

Fletcher Hart knew everything, all right. Except of course what had prompted Lily to make such an unlikely, hedonistic boast in the first place. She pushed her rebuttal through gritted teeth. “Carson McRue is not a dim bulb. Or an egotistical star.”

That cynical smile again. “And how would you know this?” Fletcher challenged as he unlocked the door and strode into his apartment, past the messy living room, kitchen and bedroom, to the bathroom at the rear.

Lily had the choice of following, or cooling her heels. She knew what he would have preferred, and—feeling stubbornly contrary—did the exact opposite. Pulse racing, she leaned against the hallway wall with her back to the open bathroom door and continued their conversation as nonchalantly as if every single day she did things this intimate with men she barely knew. “I know because I’ve watched his TV show every week for the last five years.” The action-adventure show about an easygoing Hollywood private eye had been the one bright spot in many a stressful week. Lily had watched the highly entertaining program in hospital rooms and waiting rooms, as well as at home. And it had never failed to make her forget her problems, at least temporarily. Right now she needed to forget her problems. Besides, if she won her bet with the girls, they all owed her a day at the spa. If she lost and they won, well, Lily didn’t want to think about what she would have to do then. Especially since Fletcher didn’t seem to know about the price she would have to pay, either. Otherwise she was sure he would have already rudely brought it up.

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