Say You Want Me

Say You Want Me
Cindi Myers

Joni Montgomery needs a guy to pretend to be her boyfriend long enough to persuade certain family members to let up on the marriage thing. Her last hope is a blind date.Carter Sullivan is tall, gorgeous and agreeable to her scheme. Perfect! He's also too tempting for Joni to resist. But a little between-the-sheets time will just make their brief charade more believable, right?Carter believes in love at first sight. And when he meets the beautiful, sexy Joni, he falls hard and fast. Too bad she's insisting this relationship is temporary. After some steamy embraces, he's convinced she feels the same way about him… even if she won't admit it. Fine. He'll just tantalize her senses until she says she wants him, too!

It would be so easy to lean down and kiss Joni…

But Carter needed answers first. “Do I make you tremble, Joni?”

She drew in a ragged breath, but didn’t answer him.

He slid both of his hands up her arms to her shoulders, kneading away the tension there. “Because you sure as hell shake up my world.”

This time he didn’t stop himself. When she turned her head away, he leaned in and kissed her neck, his lips resting against her skin as he spoke. “You’ve got me thinking about things…wanting things…I haven’t dared think about before.”

He moved up, feathering kisses along her jaw, until he was hovering over her mouth. He pulled her closer, crushing her to him. He kissed the side of her mouth, and then her lips, nipping, licking, suckling, lavishing attention on her sensitive mouth. “I want you,” he whispered. “And I’m not going to let you pretend anymore that you don’t want me.”

She let out a gasp. “Yes,” she whispered.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I want you!”

Dear Reader,

Do you believe in love at first sight? In finding your soul mate? I’ll admit I believe in these things. What can I say—I’m a true romantic.

The hero of this book, Carter Sullivan, started out to be an entirely different type of man. But the moment I wrote his first scene I realized that underneath this experienced street cop was a romantic who believed that Fate would send him the woman of his dreams.

My heroine, Joni Montgomery, thinks finding the right man requires a practical approach, like choosing a financial investment or planning a schedule.

When practical and romantic meet, sparks fly. Whose approach is the right one? Open the book and find out.

I hope you enjoy reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. I love to hear from readers. Write to me in care of Harlequin Books, 225 Duncan Mill Road, Don Mills, Ontario, M3B 3K9, Canada, or e-mail me at CindiMyers1@aol.com.

Best wishes,

Cindi Myers

Books by Cindi Meyers

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Say You Want Me

Cindi Myers

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For Lynda and Trent.

Thank you, Lynda, for all your help with this one.

Contents

Prologue (#uff114bd8-0da8-5732-913b-7f6a3e11df0c)

Chapter 1 (#u0ae20f56-7af5-5f0d-82b7-30e0a1702c6a)

Chapter 2 (#u9345872c-d856-56b1-b0f9-d40eb8b12692)

Chapter 3 (#u163d0d28-772d-59c4-a76e-5d65aeeb9b0a)

Chapter 4 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 5 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 6 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 7 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 8 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 9 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 10 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 11 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 12 (#litres_trial_promo)

Epilogue (#litres_trial_promo)

Prologue

AS EMERGENCIES WENT, this one was definitely a Code Blue. Joni Montgomery leaned back against the nurses’ station counter at San Antonio’s Santa Rosa Hospital and stared at the phone in her hand as if it might morph into an octopus at any moment. After all, things like that happened in nightmares, didn’t they? And this couldn’t possibly be real.

She put the phone back to her ear and tried to sound calm. “Now, Mama, maybe you misunderstood. G.P. couldn’t possibly be coming here this time of year. She’s always in Charlotte for the V.A. Air Show.”

“I wish I was wrong, but I know what she said. Your grandmother Pettigrew is coming to San Antonio in two weeks and she’s staying until she finds you a husband.”

Joni ground her teeth and thrust one hand into the pocket of her nurse’s smock. She could have sworn she’d stashed some samples of extra-strength headache pills there earlier. All of a sudden, she could feel a mother of a headache coming on. “Why does she have to do this now? In fact, why does she have to do this at all? Doesn’t she think I can find my own man?”

“Apparently not. She said she’s waited twenty-six years and she’s not going to wait any longer for you to find a suitable husband.”