One Ticket To Texas

One Ticket To Texas
Jan Hudson

HOW TO MARRY A MILLIONAIRE Irish Ellison's answer for reeling in a wealthy husband was simple. Buy one ticket to Texas. Trade in boring, shapeless dresses for a brand-new, sexy wardrobe. And set out to woo - and wed - a member of the Texas Millionaires' Club. But Irish ran into a little detour along the way.A six-and-a-half-foot, blond, muscular detour by the name of Kyle Rutledge. Kyle would have made the perfect groom - except he didn't have a cent to his name. But how could Irish resist a hunk who refused to let her walk down the aisle with anyone but him?

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Wow, What A Man.

Irish watched Kyle’s long-legged gait as he walked away from her. The man was as handsome as buttered sin. She’d never met anyone in her life who oozed such sex appeal. And from the little that they had talked, she felt certain he would be lots of fun to be with.

He probably had everything a woman could ask for. Except money.

Why is it, if it’s just as easy to love a rich man as a poor one, that I’m always attracted to the ones who don’t have two nickels to rub together?

Irish sighed. She couldn’t afford to let herself get sidetracked. Her plans were made; her bank account was committed. She was out to snare a millionaire.

And it was a crying shame that she was so captivated by Kyle Rutledge.

Dear Reader,

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One Ticket to Texas

Jan Hudson

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JAN HUDSON,

a winner of the Romance Writers of America RITA Award, is a native Texan who lives with her husband in historically rich Nacogdoches, the oldest town in Texas. Formerly a licensed psychologist, she taught college psychology for over a decade before becoming a full-time author. Jan loves to write fast-paced stories laced with humor, fantasy and adventure, with bold characters who reach beyond the mundane and celebrate life.

Prologue

“In your dreams, Buster!” Irish Ellison slammed the front door and stalked back to the den of the Foggy Bottom town house where her two roommates sat watching TV. “Men,” she groused, toeing off her high heels and plopping down on the couch next to Olivia.

“I take it that you and the senator’s staffer are having some problems,” Olivia said, offering Irish the popcorn bowl.

“You take right.” She plunged her hand into the buttery kernels and popped a few in her mouth. “The jerk.”

“What’s wrong?” Kim asked. “Gavin seemed very nice. I thought the two of you had something going.”

“I thought so, too—untit he hit me up for a loan. Can you believe it? The skunk takes me to a couple of embassy parties, wines and dines me with free booze and free food, and then tries to borrow money from me.”

Kim’s eyes grew even larger behind her thick glasses. “He didn’t?”

“He did. He’s behind on his alimony.”

“I didn’t even know that Gavin had been married,” Olivia said.

“Neither did I.” Irish propped her feet on the coffee table. “Until tonight. Seems that he’s been married not once, but twice, and he has four kids. Why do I always end up with somebody else’s rejects? You’re the psychologist, Olivia. What’s my problem?”

Olivia, the oldest of the three—and considered the wisest—raised her brows at the former model who had legs up to her armpits, bone structure that most women would die for and a shining fall of hair that was naturally a magnificent shade somewhere between strawberry blond and copper. “I don’t have my Ph.D. yet, but as far as I can tell, you don’t have any major problems, Irish. It’s this town. Washington has a dozen gorgeous single women vying for every available man—and even some that aren’t available. If you’re interested in meeting men, you’ve picked a bad place to settle.”

“I didn’t pick D.C. I’m only here because the jobs were drying up in New York and Aunt Katie left me this house. Maybe we’d better all move to Alaska. I understand that guys there are desperate for women.”

Neither Olivia nor Kim mentioned the third reason that Irish had fled the Big Apple.

“I’m not interested in meeting men,” Olivia said. “Been there. Done that.”

Irish turned to the TV where Marilyn Monroe filled the screen. “What are we watching?”

“How to Marry a Millionaire,” Kim said.

“Now there’s an idea that appeals to me. My mama always said, ‘It’s just as easy to fall in love with a rich man as a poor one.’”

“I thought that your father was a butcher.”

Irish waved off the comment. “Mama was a slow learner.” Her eyes narrowed, and she leaned forward, staring at a young Lauren Bacall. “I didn’t have her kind of luck in New York. I wonder where one goes nowadays to find millionaires—the kind that are good-looking, single and itching for a meaningful relationship?”

“Texas.”

Irish and Olivia turned to Kim, who at twenty was the youngest member of the household. “Texas?” they echoed in unison.

“Sure. My...boss is a millionaire and from Texas.”

“But your boss is a woman. Remember, Congress-woman Ellen O’Hara.”