Lady With A Past. Ryanne Corey

Чтение книги онлайн.

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

      For the star that watched over me

       and the man who waited.

      RYANNE COREY

      An author of bestselling romance novels, Ryanne Corey lives in Idaho in the shadow of the Teton Mountains, “the best place in the world to write and write and write.” She has written over twenty novels and is recognized for the true-to-life humor and sensuality of her characters. She has received several awards over the last few years, including Romantic Times Magazine’s Lifetime Achievement Award and award for Best Series Novel. She has long believed that life is too serious to be taken too seriously. In her writing she enjoys creating appealing and amusing characters that take their first breath on page one, endearing themselves to the readers long after the book is finished. “For me,” Ryanne says, “bringing a smile to someone’s face is what life is all about.”

      Nothing is more satisfying to her than hearing from readers who share her enjoyment of “love and laughter.” You can write to her at P.O. Box 328, Tetonia, ID 83452. Please include a SASE if a reply is desired.

      Contents

      Chapter One

      Chapter Two

      Chapter Three

      Chapter Four

      Chapter Five

      Chapter Six

      Chapter Seven

      Chapter Eight

      Chapter Nine

      Chapter Ten

      Chapter Eleven

      Epilogue

      One

      Connor Garrett was the first to admit he enthusiastically spoiled himself. He liked his little creature comforts, enjoyed his no-limit credit cards, sent all his clothes, including his undershorts, out to be cleaned and had magnificent houses on both coasts. He couldn’t make peace with his microwave, but that hardly mattered since his housekeepers—one capable gray-haired lady per house—handled the cooking on the few occasions he actually ate in. In fact, with the exception of the mysterious microwave oven, he couldn’t think of a time in recent memory when he’d come up against anything that had disrupted his cheerful existence.

      Until now.

      First of all, his six-foot-plus frame was folded into a very irritating rental car. He was too tall for the sporty little number that had looked so appealing at the Jackson Hole airport. This necessitated him driving with the sunroof open, which would have solved the problem nicely…if it hadn’t started to rain. His dark, golden-brown hair was well on its way from damp to drenched.

      He’d also discovered the terrible habit Wyoming’s wild animals had of using the highways as their own private crosswalks. Since leaving the airport he’d seen elk, moose and a terrifying number of skunks strolling down the center line. This was not the way things were done in Los Angeles, and the only wild animals that frequented New York streets were taxi drivers.

      Still, Connor’s black mood had less to do with the driving conditions than it did with a certain woman the world knew only as Glitter Baby. Connor was looking for her and had been for the past ten days. She didn’t want to be found. So far, she was winning.

      He glanced down at the rain-spotted photograph on the seat beside him. It was a haunting picture, a full-length shot of a reed-thin woman with heavily shadowed violet eyes and cascades of glorious, golden-blond hair. Her skin was pale, almost luminescent; it was hard to tell where she ended and her sheer ivory dress began. Her wide lips shimmered wetly with cinnamon gloss, sulky and shaped for sin. For a time, hers had been the most famous face in America.

      “Where the hell did you disappear to, lady?” Connor muttered. “How could someone with a face like yours disappear without a trace?”

      He turned his attention back to the road just in time to avoid flattening yet another slow-moving skunk. Connor was tired of traveling constantly. He was tired of staying in motels with names like Fairly Reliable Bob’s. He particularly disliked hopping on tiny little tinfoil airplanes to fly СКАЧАТЬ