The Love Twin

The Love Twin
Patty Salier

WRONG TWIN Jarrid Browning thought he'd gotten over the woman who had once jilted him, but now she was back - lying in his arms, wearing next to nothing, clinging to him for dear life. Seeing her again reignited his still-smoldering desires, and he vowed he'd never lose her again.RIGHT BRIDE But the woman Jarrid thought was his old flame was really her identical twin, Becky Lawson. And the usually shy Becky was falling hard for her persistent suitor, whose kisses made her toss all caution aside. But how could she convince him she was the woman he truly wanted once he discovered her charade?

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“When I Lie In Bed I Fantasize About Being In Your Arms.”

Jarrid glanced up at Becky. “Do you want me to go on?”

Her legs suddenly felt weak. “Sure, why wouldn’t I?”

Jarrid read on. “I think about your lips against mine...your hands caressing my body. I need you, Jarrid. I need you so much.” He slowly slipped the letter back into the envelope. “Do you really mean that, Becky?”

“Wh-why else would I have written it?”

She prayed he didn’t hear the trembling in her voice. Still, the words her twin had written to bring Jarrid and Becky together were exactly how she felt about him.

Jarrid’s eyes searched hers. “Are you sure you want to start something between us again?”

Start? She wanted to begin, continue and stay with him forever, but would he still want her when he learned she wasn’t his old girlfriend?

Dear Reader,

Hello! For the past few months I’m sure you’ve noticed the new (but probably familiar) name at the bottom of this letter. I was previously the senior editor of the Silhouette Romance line, and now, as senior editor of Silhouette Desire, I’m thrilled to bring you six sensuous, deeply emotional Silhouette Desire novels every month by some of the bestselling—and most beloved—authors in the genre

January begins with The Cowboy Steals a Lady, January’s MAN OF THE MONTH title and the latest book in bestselling author Anne McAllister’s CODE OF THE WEST series. You should see the look on Shane Nichols’s handsome face when he realizes he’s stolen the wrong woman...especially when she doesn’t mind being stolen or trapped with Mr. January one bit....

Wife for a Night by Carol Grace is a sexy tale of a woman who’d been too young for her handsome groom-to-be years ago, but is all grown up now.... And in Raye Morgan’s The Hand-Picked Bride, what’s a man to do when he craves the lady he’d hand-picked to be his brother’s bride?

Plus, we have Tall, Dark and Temporary by Susan Connell, the latest in THE GIRLS MOST LIKELY TO . miniseries; The Love Twin by ultrasensuous writer Patty Salier, and Judith McWilliams’s The Boss, the Beauty and the Bargain. All as irresistible as they sound!

I hope you enjoy January’s selections, and here’s to a very happy New Year (with promises of many more Silhouette Desire novels you won’t want to miss)!

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The Love Twin

Patty Salier

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

PATTY SALIER Born and raised in Gravesend, Brooklyn, in New York, Patty credits her mother for her keen logic and her father for her curious, creative mind. She has been a published writer for many years. To Patty, her wonderful husband and two great children are everything she could want in life. “I’ve got so much to be thankful for.”

To Lucia Macro—

a most encouraging, inspiring and very creative editor

One

Early morning, at her gym in Los Angeles, Becky Lawson was doing floor exercises when she suddenly met the eyes of a striking man in the distance.

He was looking at Becky like he knew her. For a moment she felt like she knew him, too. Yet she was sure she’d never met him before.

As the music pulsed, Becky quickly glanced behind her at the other leotard-clad women working out. She was positive that a ruggedly handsome guy like him couldn’t be staring at her. But when she looked back through the glass wall of the exercise room, his eyes were still on her.

He was standing near the men’s locker-room door, beside the indoor pool, with a black gym bag on his left shoulder. She noticed his curly brown hair, sparkling brown eyes, denim shorts and green T-shirt that hugged the solid muscles of his chest.

Becky could barely hear the aerobics instructor calling out the exercise count. His sexy gaze made her almost forget she was at the gym.

The warm expression in his eyes caused an immediate electrical charge through her entire body. Her skin heated up. She couldn’t concentrate on her bun pumps.

Who was he? Why was he looking at her when the room was filled with more beautiful, exciting women? And why did she feel like she wanted to rush out of the room and go straight into his powerful arms?

“Becky, your cheeks are flaming red!” Becky heard Charlotte Swanson say as she hurried in to take a spot on the floor mat beside her. “I hope these exercises aren’t that strenuous.”

Becky wanted to die of embarrassment. His sensual gaze had turned her on so much that even Charlotte had noticed. She forced her attention off him, but her skin felt feverish at the thought that he was still looking at her.

She tried to focus on talking to Charlotte as she exercised. Charlotte, who was in her mid-forties, owned a successful advertising agency in Los Angeles. The agency where Becky hoped and prayed she could get a great job for her identical twin sister, Pam. Becky had been separated from her identical twin since birth, and for twenty-four long years, she didn’t even know she had a twin. More than anything, she wanted her sister to move from New York to live with her and become a family in Los Angeles.

“Do you think you might have a job opening for Pam?” Becky nervously asked.

“Becky, does your sister want one or two file cabinets in her office?” Charlotte replied.

Becky suddenly felt like she was dreaming. “Oh, Charlotte!” she burst out, excitedly. “Do you really have a job for Pam?”

“One of my account executives will be leaving the agency in four weeks,” Charlotte continued as she exercised. “I’ll know more details when I return to the office.”

Becky’s mind was spinning with joy. “I appreciate your help so much! If there’s anything I can do for you—like give you two free months of hairstyling at your home—let me know.”

“Becky, I’m the one who owes you,” Charlotte responded. “You make me look beautiful every week when I visit you at the Nouveau Hair Salon, even on days when I feel awful. Can you drop by my office in the next hour or so to discuss the job for your sister?”

Becky couldn’t contain her glee. “I’ll be there!” Becky wasn’t going to let anything keep her and her identical twin apart ever again.

In the midst of her exhilaration, her gaze drifted back to the pool area. Her heart pumped wildly as she spotted him again. He was smiling and warmly shaking hands with Joe Demme, the aquatics director. As he talked, he glanced over at her. His luminous eyes lingered on her for a long moment.

She suddenly became aware that her legs were spread wide apart in the bun squeeze, and she was rhythmically lifting her body up and down in an erotic motion on the floor. Her nipples hardened under her leotard. A tingly, pleasurable sensation she’d never felt before radiated between her thighs.