Husband Needed

Husband Needed
Cathie Linz

WHY DON'T YOU MARRY ME? Jack Elliot nearly choked when he realized those words had come from his lips! What had just happened? How had Kayla White gotten the most confirmed bachelor in Chicago to propose? Maybe it was her cool facade and quick temper that were so tempting. Jack knew he could awaken the passions simmering below her surface.And he wanted to be the one Kayla turned to in her time of need. But still… marriage? Then Jack thought of waking up with Kayla every morning and he said… "PLEASE?"

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Impossible, Irritable, Arrogant Man Looking For Blindly Devoted Slave To Run Errands Day And Night. Salary: Not Enough. Benefits: None. No Appreciation, No Courtesy.

“That’s the ad you should run!” Kayla said. “And if you want to hire someone else to help you around here, I’ll gladly place it.”

“Wrong,” Jack retorted. “The ad should read ‘Good-looking, smart guy with sense of humor looking for temporary help. Emotional types need not apply.’”

“Emotional types?” Kayla repeated in disbelief. “I’m not emotional. You’re impossible! I’m irritated by your preposterous demands—”

“Irritated? Oh, I think you’re past that! Try furious and bossy.”

Too furious to say another word, she turned to leave.

Afterward, Kayla couldn’t be sure if Jack reached out to prevent her from leaving...or to open the door and boot her out. Either way, he tottered on his crutches, tumbled into her arms—and she landed in trouble!

Dear Reader,

This month: strong and sexy heroes!

First, the Tallchiefs—that intriguing, legendary family—are back, and this time it’s Birk Tallchief who meets his match in Cait London’s MAN OF THE MONTH, The Groom Candidate. Birk’s been pining for Lacey MacCandliss for years, but once he gets her, there’s nothing but trouble of the most romantic kind. Don’t miss this delightful story from one of Desire’s most beloved writers.

Next, nobody creates a strong, sexy hero quite like Sara Orwig, and in her latest, Babes in Arms, she brings us Colin Whitefeather, a tough and tender man you’ll never forget. And in Judith McWilliams’s Another Man’s Baby we meet Philip Lysander, a Greek tycoon who will do anything to save his family...even pretend to be a child’s father.

Peggy Moreland’s delightful miniseries, TROUBLE IN TEXAS, continues with Lone Star Kind of Man. The man in question is rugged rogue cowboy Cody Fipes. In Big Sky Drifter, by Doreen Owens Malek, a wild Wyoming man named Cal Winston tames a lonely woman. And in Cathie Linz’s Husband Needed, bachelor Jack Elliott surprises himself when he offers to trade his single days for married nights.

In Silhouette Desire you’ll always find the most irresistible men around! So enjoy!

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Husband Needed

Cathie Linz

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

About the Author

CATHIE LINZ left her career in a university law library to become a USA Today bestselling author of over thirty contemporary romances. She is the recipient of the highly coveted Storyteller of the Year Award given by Romantic Times, and has been twice nominated for a Love and Laughter Career Achievement Award for the delightful humor in her books.

Cathie often uses comic mishaps from her own trips as inspiration for her stories, but she set this book in her own backyard—her hometown of Chicago. After traveling, Cathie is always glad to return to her family, her two cats, her computer and her cookie jar full of Oreos!

One

Someone was trying to break into his place!

Jack Elliott heard the doorknob to his apartment rattle again, ever so slightly. He’d already gotten robbed once since moving up to the north side of Chicago, he wasn’t about to have it happen twice.

Sure, the building had a doorman as a security measure, but that hadn’t prevented the last robbery—probably because Ernie the Doorman had the IQ of a snail.

The doorknob rattled once more and then turned slowly. There wasn’t time to call the police. There wasn’t time to think, just to act.

Unfortunately, his broken leg prevented Jack from acting very quickly. Despite a life often spent living at the edge, this was the first time Jack had ever broken a bone and he was not a happy camper. He’d been swearing at his crutches all morning, but now they looked like they might come in handy.

Standing up and hanging on to the bookcase beside the door with one hand, Jack raised one of the wooden crutches over his head, ready to bash whoever walked through his front door. A man had a right to protect his own property.

The door opened slowly, furtively...

Giving a war cry that would have done a warlord proud, Jack brought the crutch down...only to belatedly realize the burglar was a woman with a kid! Their ensuing screams were even noisier than his had been.

Swearing loudly and succinctly, Jack somehow managed to avoid hitting either one of them. Instead he swung his crutch to the far right, poking a hole clear through the wallboard next to the door. He’d suspected the walls in this place were paper thin, now he knew it to be a fact.

“Are you crazy?” the female intruder screeched at him even as she scooped up her little girl and protectively held her close. “You could have killed us!”

“You bring a kid along with you to break into my apartment and you have the nerve to call me crazy?” Jack yelled back at her, hanging on to the bookcase for balance. He hated being at a physical disadvantage this way, and his mobility was even further hampered by the fact that one of his crutches was now imbedded in his apartment wall.

“See what you’ve done? You’ve upset my daughter,” the woman said with an accusing glare.

“Upset? Upset?” Jack repeated in disbelief. “You better answer my questions and answer them fast or I’ll show you upset! Who are you and why the hell were you breaking in here?”

“I didn’t break in, I have a key,” the woman retorted, having soothed her daughter into silence while continuing to shield the little one with her own body.

Now that the kid had stopped her ear-splitting screams, Jack could finally think. The woman didn’t look like a thief, with her big blue eyes and curtain of honey brown hair that fell around her shoulders like waves of silk. But then looks could be deceiving.

“Where did you get a key?” he demanded.

“From your uncle, Ralph Enteman.”

Jack frowned. Now that he thought about it, his uncle had called him yesterday afternoon and said something about sending over a surprise.

“I’m assuming you are Jack Elliott?” the woman continued.

“That’s right. And you are?”

“Kayla White.”

“Am I supposed to know you?”