The Cowboy Who Came In From The Cold

The Cowboy Who Came In From The Cold
Pamela Macaluso

TWO STRANGERS. A LOVE SO PERFECT…Stone Garret. He was a fantasy come to life. Seductive eyes. Ruggedly masculine build. Sexy smile. And he was a cowboy. A real cowboy - offering shelter from the storm raging outside. He was also offering comfort in his arms… after Patrice's fiance betrayed her. Patrice Caldwell. So pure and beautiful. So innocently sexy.A captivating woman with a heart of gold. She was the type of woman who deserved more than Stone could ever give her. Yet, she was the only woman able to melt the ice around Stone's heart… and he couldn't let her go… .COULD IT LAST… WHEN THEY'D ONLY JUST MET?

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All He Could See Of His Unexpected Guest Was Her Silhouette.

It was all he needed to see. She might not have been using common sense, traveling unknowingly into a blizzard, but she was definitely an eyeful. Not that short, sassy, green-eyed redheads were his usual type. He preferred cool blondes with long legs.

But he’d been hard-pressed to remember he was a gentleman and not sneak a peek while she was changing earlier. He was a gentleman, but he was only human. And standing there with his back to an attractive woman while listening to the seductive sound of zippers and shifting clothing had put his chivalry to the ultimate test.

And he didn’t realize just how sexy his oversize cowboy duds could look on a woman. A woman who was sleeping in his bed....

Dear Reader,

This month, Silhouette Desire celebrates sensuality. All six steamy novels perfectly describe those unique pleasures that gratify our senses, like seeing the lean body of a cowboy at work, smelling his earthy scent, tasting his kiss...and hearing him say, “I love you.”

Feast your eyes on June’s MAN OF THE MONTH, the tall, dark and incredibly handsome single father of four in beloved author Barbara Boswell’s That Marriageable Man! In bestselling author Lass Small’s continuing series, THE KEEPERS OF TEXAS, a feisty lady does her best to tame a reckless cowboy and he winds up unleashing her wild side in The Hard-To-Tame Texan. And a dating service guarantees delivery of a husband-to-be in Non-Refundable Groom by ultrasexy writer Patty Salier.

Plus, Modean Moon unfolds the rags-to-riches story of an honorable lawman who fulfills a sudden socialite’s deepest secret desire in Overnight Heiress. In Catherine Lanigan’s Montana Bride, a bachelor hero introduces love and passion to a beautiful virgin And a rugged cowboy saves a jilted lady in The Cowboy Who Come in From the Cold by Pamela Macaluso.

These six passionate stones are sure to leave you tingling... and anticipating next month’s sensuous selections. Enjoy!

Regards,

Melissa Senate

Senior Editor

Silhouette Books

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The Cowboy Who Came In From The Cold

Pamela Macaluso

www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)

PAMELA MACALUSO

wanted to be a writer from the moment she realized people actually wrote the wonderful stories that were read to her. Since she is extremely curious and has an overactive imagination, writing is the perfect career for her.

While she loves movies, Pamela would choose a good book over any other form of entertainment.

For Karen Taylor Richman, my editor.

Many thanks for all your insight

and guidance on this book.

And for Pammy, whose quiet intelligence

and gentle spirit have ultimately prevailed over

those who doubted, providing inspiration through

the realization of a dream.

One

“You might as well get into the truck, lady. I’m not leaving you here. A snow flurry is one thing, but a blizzard is something completely different.”

Patrice Caldwell looked from her sports car resting in the shallow ditch to the tall stranger. He was bundled up from the cold. All she could see of his face was the vague shape of his eyes in the shadow of his Stetson. For all she knew he could be a crazed ax murderer.

She glanced at his truck. No ax, but there was a rifle in the back window. Lack of sleep, the long hours of driving and the turmoil that had sent her on this mad dash from Phoenix, Arizona, to somewhere in Montana weighed heavily on her.

She spoke her thoughts without considering how they would sound. “Freezing would be less painful than bleeding to death from a gunshot wound.”

The stranger shook his head and said something she couldn’t quite make out because of the muffling layers of scarf covering his face. Before she could ask him to repeat what he’d said, he stepped forward and scooped her into his arms.

Patrice had been swept off her feet figuratively before, but this was the first time it had happened literally. It was unsettling to say the least. Even through layers of clothing, she could tell this guy had a rock-hard body. Struggling to get away wasn’t an option. In size and muscle power he held all the cards. She would have to be sure any battle between them was a battle of wits.

Right, Patrice, like your wits are in any kind of competent shape after a day and a half with little sleep and over twenty-four hours on the road.

He carried her to the truck. When he opened the door, the heated air hit her face in a blast of warmth. He set her in the driver’s seat because that was closest to where they’d stood. For an instant she considered throwing the engine in gear and driving away, but he was right behind her. Because of his height, the bench seat was back far enough that it was easy for her to scoot across to the other side—all the way to the passenger door.

The stranger started the truck moving as soon as he got in and closed the door.

Patrice looked back at her car. She hated to abandon it this way. They’d come so far together in the past twenty-four hours that a special bond now linked them. It had never been more than a way to get to and from work, until her whole life had come crashing down around her, and then it had become her means of escape. Now she was saying “Thank you” by abandoning it.

Her thoughts snapped to reality when she remembered the personal items she’d brought on the trip with her. “Wait! My luggage!” How could she have forgotten?

The stranger continued to accelerate. “It won’t go anywhere.”

The suitcase was in the trunk. “My briefcase and laptop are in the back seat, and my cellular phone is on the front seat, and I didn’t lock the door.”

He peeled the scarf off the lower half of his face, tucking it around his neck. It didn’t give her any better view of her rescuer, since he had a dark beard covering his chin and jaw, and a mustache that hid his top lip. All that was new to the picture was his nose and full bottom lip. But it was enough for her to know this man was a looker—in that sexy rugged mountain man way.

Now that his eyes weren’t squinting to protect them from the frigid wind, she could see them better. They were an incredible shade of blue...and framed by thick dark lashes.

He had great eyes, seductive eyes, except at the moment, the message they were sending was one of annoyance, not enticement “Lady, your stuff will be safe. No one is dumb enough to be out in this weather.”