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Bachelor No More
Victoria Pade

Home was the last place he wanted to be… Only the direst emergency could bring successful city shark Jared Perry back to the small town he’d left at eighteen. But he needed to help a family member in trouble. And he never expected to find a reason – lovely Mara Pratt – for staying… Mara had been burned by love before and wasn’t about to risk her heart to a big-city corporate raider. Especially one who’d been ready to leave the moment his smart suit had picked up some country dust.Still, something about Jared made Mara willing to fight for a chance to be together. She’d start by showing him what coming home really meant.NORTHBRIDGE NUPTIALS Where a walk down the aisle is never far behind.

“I’m not sure what’s going on here, Small Town, but something is,” Jared whispered.

Mara didn’t answer him. She wasn’t exactly sure how to answer him.

But she was sure of one thing – something was going on between them. Something that seemed outside them both. Bigger than them both. Stronger.

She just had to remind herself that in spite of what she felt, she was likely not to have more than this night with him.

And while she was reasonably sure that wasn’t going to be enough for her in the long run, right now, in his arms, with their bodies moulded together, it was just about as good as it could get.

VICTORIA PADE

is a native of Colorado, where she continues to live and work. Her passion – besides writing – is chocolate, which she indulges in frequently and in every form. She loves romance novels and romantic movies – the more lighthearted, the better – but she likes a good, juicy mystery now and then, too.

Dear Reader,

This is a book about someone who has everything – more than everything – being shocked to discover that he needs to get a life. Jared Perry is superrich, superpowerful, supersexy, and even though he can’t quite figure out why he’s suddenly feeling antsy, the last thing it would seem to be is that he’s missing anything. And then he meets Mara Pratt.

Mara Pratt is not only a plain and simple home town girl, but also she’s from the home town Jared couldn’t wait to get out of and never return to. How could she possibly be what’s lacking in his enviable life? And yet when he returns to Northbridge, Montana, in order to meet his long-lost – and notorious – grandmother, he begins to find that life without Mara is pretty empty.

But in order to have Mara he must also accept the place she loves and has no intention of leaving. And face a grandfather he’s been at odds with for years.

Welcome home to Northbridge!

Victoria Pade

Bachelor No More

VICTORIA PADE

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

Chapter One

“Is that someone coming up the stairs? Now? At ten o’clock on a Sunday night? I don’t believe these people!”

“I’ll take care of it. Go on and do what you were going to do,” Mara Pratt advised the elderly woman as Mara stood to give her a hand, pulling her severely overweight body from a recliner.

“Are you sure?”

“Positive. That’s one of the reasons I’m here, remember? To run interference for you,” Mara reminded.

Celeste Perry managed a tight, weary smile. “I don’t know what I would have done without you this last week.”

“I don’t know what I would have done without you for longer than that,” Mara countered.

Celeste gave Mara a warm hug and then pointed at Mara’s nose. “You have a little flour smudge from making cookies.”

Mara brushed at the spot the older woman had brought to her attention. “Go. Get ready for bed. Tomorrow will be the roughest day yet and you need some rest. As soon as I send this reporter—or whoever it is—on their way, I’ll pour you a little brandy and you can wind down.”

The rotund woman nodded and disappeared around a corner of the small apartment the Pratt family owned and had rented to Celeste for decades.

Not that they had known they were renting it to the notorious Celeste Perry any more than they’d known her true identity throughout all the years they’d employed her at their dry cleaners. They—like the rest of the people of Northbridge, Montana—had believed they were renting and giving work to a quiet, unassuming woman named Leslie Vance, a stranger new to town in 1970.

The solid, even thuds of steps coming up the outer stairs stopped about the time Mara heard Celeste’s bedroom door close. Then a knock sounded.

Wanting to make sure she wasn’t too unpresentable if she had to open the door, Mara glanced into a mirror on the wall for a quick check as she called, “Who is it?”

“I’m here to see Celeste Perry,” a deep male voice called back.

That was hardly a revelation. As the woman who had—in 1960, after a bank robbery that had rocked the small community—left her two sons and her husband to run off with one of the robbers, Celeste was in high demand.

“That doesn’t tell me who you are,” Mara said, double-checking for any other problems with her appearance.

Earlier in the week she’d been caught off guard by a reporter and photographer at the door and had ended up with an unflattering picture splashed all over town. Not wanting that repeated, she made sure her shoulder-length, cocoa-colored hair was neatly tucked behind her ears and that blush still highlighted her reasonably high cheekbones. She wished that she at least had gloss on lips she thought needed to be a bit fuller, and she noted that, while her straight, thin nose was now unfloured, there was a tiny shadow of mascara beneath one navy blue eye. She ran a fingertip under her lashes to wipe it away and decided that was as good as it was going to get.

“I’d rather not announce my name from out here,” the deep voice answered tightly.

Suspicious, Mara moved from the mirror and went to the door. She wasn’t about to open it, however, without some information. If the man outside was—like Mara, her siblings and a large portion of the citizens of Northbridge—a supporter of Celeste, it might be okay. But if the visitor was someone who condemned Celeste, or one of the many reporters hounding her for interviews, it could be dicier. So, without knowing who was outside now, Mara wasn’t opening that door.

“I don’t care whether you want to announce your name. Unless you tell me who you are, you might as well just go away.”

“Celes—”

“I’m not Celeste,” Mara informed him, cutting off his uncertain use of the name.

“Who are you then?” he demanded, no longer uncertain.

“The question is, who are you?” Mara reiterated.

“I’m here to see Celeste Perry,” the man repeated firmly, speaking more slowly, as if Mara would understand him better that way. Then, in a louder voice, he added, “If this isn’t where I can find her, then where is she?”

Mara had faced down any number of muckraking reporters this last week, all of them tenacious, some of them pushy, but none this demanding or insistent. It was almost as if he felt somehow entitled to be. What Mara wanted to do was tell this guy to take a hike. The trouble was, if his loud voice roused the suspicions of the state patrolman, on duty to ensure Celeste remained in her apartment under informal house arrest, the officer would come up to the apartment, too. And very little peace would be had tonight.

So Mara knew she was going to have to give a little.

“I’m Mara Pratt,” she said. “And no one gets to Celeste without going through me.”

“Pratt?” the man echoed. “I know the Pratts. At least I knew them. Cam and Scott—”

“My older brothers. Who I can call and have over here in five minutes to escort you away from that door if you don’t tell me who you are.”

“I’m Jared Perry.”

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