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Winning Back His Bride

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Winning Back His Bride
Teresa Southwick

Wealthy businessman Michael Sullivan needs help on the most important project of his career–if he pulls this one off, his family's fortunes will be guaranteed for life. There's only one person who can help him–Geneva Porter! But what man in his right mind wants to work with the woman who left him standing at the altar…?Geneva had the best of reasons for walking away–but she's never told Michael why. Now Michael seems determined to win back his bride…and Geneva is hoping he still has a vacancy for her–as his wife!

“Geneva. How long has it been?”

What game was he playing? “You know as well as I do how long.”

Michael looked steady and thoughtful, but that didn’t fool her. His jaw muscle tightening was a clue.

“Oh, you mean the wedding,” he said. “The one where you left me at the altar.”

She winced. How simple he made it sound. But it hadn’t been simple, and seeing him again dredged up all the painful feelings that had compelled her to leave him that day.

Oh, he’d been willing to go through with the wedding—because he’d given his word. But Geneva had wanted more than just willing. She wanted love—the head-over-heels kind. The kind that could make a marriage work.

The kind this man couldn’t give her.

Winning Back his Bride

Teresa Southwick

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

TERESA SOUTHWICK

is delighted to be living out her lifelong dream of writing for Silhouette Romance and Silhouette Special Edition. She lives in Las Vegas, where she’s hard at work on her next romance novel.

“Las Vegas is renowned as the wedding capital of the world, so when I decided to set this book here, I knew a wedding would figure prominently. And what if that wedding was one that didn’t happen? This was the core idea behind this book. I live in Las Vegas, and find it really is the most exciting city on the planet.”

To Stacy Boyd,

an editor with the perfect blend of

efficiency, creativity and support.

You’re the best!

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 ONE

PICTURE him naked.

Geneva Porter was familiar with the technique public speakers used to calm nerves, but it wouldn’t work for her. This wasn’t public. She wasn’t speaking. And she’d already seen Michael Sullivan naked.

However hot the memory, seeing the sexy Mr. Sullivan without his clothes was partially responsible for the disastrous series of events that had landed her right here, right now—waiting to see him and find out if she was Las Vegas’s latest events planner without a job.

Unemployment would be bad. Seeing Michael Sullivan again… It was going to be very bad.

But he was her boss as of a week ago when his deal to buy this hotel finalized. One by one he’d met with the existing managers. Now it was her turn. Time to get it over with and brazen out their first meeting since… Well, since she’d last seen him. On the bad scale, that time had been off the chart.

Taking a deep breath wouldn’t help but she took one anyway as she knocked sharply on his door and let herself in. It was a spacious corner office with two sets of floor-to-ceiling windows, giving him two different and fabulous views of the Las Vegas Strip, Bellagio on one side, Caesar’s Palace on the other. Michael was sitting behind his desk oozing power and charisma.

“Hello, Michael.” One look into his dark eyes dropped her stomach like the Insanity ride on top of the Stratosphere. Her heart pounded and her hands shook. “You look great.”

How stupid did that sound? This was worse than bad.

She’d met him over a year ago when he’d started the process of buying this property. He hadn’t changed a bit. He looked just as handsome, with his dark hair and a face that was all lean angles. But it was his smile that she’d fallen in love with and she wasn’t seeing it now.

“Geneva.” His eyes narrowed and a muscle jumped in his jaw. “How long has it been?”

What game was he playing? “You know as well as I do how long.”

He looked steady and thoughtful but that didn’t fool her. The jaw muscle tightening again was a clue.

“Oh. You mean the wedding,” he said.

“Of course that’s what I mean.”

“The one where you left me at the altar.”

She winced. How simple he made it sound. How easily he said the words. But it hadn’t been simple or easy and seeing him again dredged up all the painful feelings that had compelled her to leave him that day. She feared making a mistake, a mistake too much like her parents had made by marrying each other. Feared that Michael had never loved her, that he’d proposed only because she’d been pregnant with his child, a baby she’d miscarried in the first trimester.

He’d been willing to go through with the wedding—because he’d given his word. But, Geneva wanted more than just willing. She wanted love—the head-over-heels kind. The only kind that could fill the emptiness in her soul for the baby she’d lost. The only kind that would make a marriage work.
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