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Griffin swung her up into his arms. “We’ll have beautiful children.”
She could so easily imagine their girls being tall like him and the boys barely grazing five feet that she began to laugh. Together they would always have laughter and such beautiful music she couldn’t wait to say, “I do”.
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Virginity is overrated.
He’s The One
© 2010 Jane Beckenham
Taylor Sullivan doesn’t trust Cupid, but she plays one for a living. As a successful wedding consultant, she creates a couple’s ultimate fantasy—even though she’s never managed to create her own. And when her clients start asking her for wedding night advice, she’s sensible enough to know when to enlist help.
Cade Harper knows two things about women. They either abandon him, or use him as a walking bank. He doesn’t do commitment, and marriage is a dirty word—witness the string of broken hearts he’s left in his wake. Yet Taylor’s business proposition intrigues him. In exchange for one night of no-strings passion, she’ll develop a promotional plan for his business. Who could say no?
Never one to buy anything sight unseen, Taylor tests the waters with a kiss. In an instant she has the only answer she’s ever wanted—that Cade is the one she wants.
As business starts tumbling into pleasure, Cade finds himself falling hard and fast.
It’s a fantasy come true—if they can turn heartache into forever…
Warning: Contains explicit, straight-to-the-heart sex between a hopeless romantic heroine and an abandon-all-hope hero. No need to dress up for this party—just curl up with a glass of bubbly and a box of tissues!
Enjoy the following excerpt for He’s The One:
“Virginity is overrated.” Easy words? She’d said them often enough.
Yet when Taylor Sullivan whispered them, the swell of panic threatened to take hold.
She had to do this.
It was time.
Taylor exhaled every emotion she’d bottled for the past twenty-four hours, ever since she’d seen him: Mr. Perfect-for-the-Job.
As she stood outside the bar, her bravado waned and panic set in. Who wouldn’t panic when they were about to make an off-the-wall suggestion to a stranger?
She gripped her assistant’s arm. “I can’t. This is a mistake.”
“No, it’s not. You said so yourself, he’s the one.”
“What do I know? I mean, who is he?”
“Cade Harper. Bad boy made good—and one sexy hunk. Is that enough for you?” Nita gave her a suggestive grin.
Oh, yeah.
Taylor wiped her sweaty palms down the sides of her skirt. “The fairy godmother sure did hand out good looks at his bassinet.” He’d been the best man at a wedding she’d planned recently. Haloed by the light streaming in from the stained glass window, he’d taken her breath away.
But now, twenty-four hours after that wedding, as the throbbing beat of music threaded its way out onto the kerb where she and Nita waited, Taylor’s wayward nerves vaulted into overdrive. “I should never have told you.”
Nita shrugged. “Probably not, but, hey, I get those calls too.”
“But you can answer them,” Taylor countered.
“So, what are you going to do about it?”
