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Miss “All-Wrong”… Gillie Dupree, once the terror of her small, south Mississippi hometown, was now the respectable almost-fiancée of a wealthy businessman and a wanna-be Junior Leaguer. With days full of volunteer work and good deeds, Gillie was convinced she had finally escaped the stigma of Hurricane Gillie. But when she accidentally aids and abets a kidnapping, she realizes being a force to be reckoned with has its advantages. Meets “Mister Always-Right”… By the time Jack 'J.P.' Preston had everything he wanted, the only thing he truly desired was the return of his eight year old daughter. After Jack’s estranged ex-wife virtually disappears with Hope, he vows to get her back no matter what it takes---even if it means enlisting the help of sassy, smart-mouthed Gillie Dupree, who rocks his well-ordered, sensible world on its axis. EXCERPT "We need to talk," he said and pushed past her into the sitting room. "I didn't invite you in," Gillie replied, slamming the door. "Why did you even bother knocking?" He turned with his hands propped on his hips by his thumb and forefinger. The name Jack definitely suited him better than Preston with his tall, darkly handsome good looks, five o'clock shadow and weary gaze. Jack was a man's name. Preston reminded her of the preppy blond boys in high school who wore v-neck sweaters and played on the tennis team. "I have nothing to say to you. I told Detective Wilson all I could remember and now I'm going home." Preston looked around the room, his eyes scrutinizing every corner. "I didn't take anything. It's all here." Annoyed, she went around him into the bedroom, back to attacking her suitcase. Now that the object of all her fury was in the room, she was less enthusiastic about taking it out on her cousin's cherry red luggage. "I never thought you would steal from me," he said quietly. Preston followed her into the bedroom, stopping at the foot of the bed where he watched her. Gillie braced her knee on the bed and leaned heavily on the suitcase lid. The zipper moved an inch then got stuck again, the stupid leather pants must have swelled in all this humidity. Growling, Gillie shoved her hair away from her face. "What do you want, Jack? Spit it out so I can finish packing." "I thought I told you to call me Preston." "Preston is not your name," she said irritably. "Trust me. You're definitely a Jack." He moved closer and took hold of the zipper. "Here, sit down on it." Gillie avoided looking at him as she leaned her butt against the top of the suitcase. He moved in, one hand braced on her left side while the other worked the zipper around. When he got to her legs, he looked at her. Up close, Preston's eyes were actually a deep, midnight blue. So dark they almost looked black. Gillie held her breath as he reached between her legs and pulled the zipper along, his fingers brushing the back of her bare knees. Back home, Mommas raised their boys to apologize for touching a girl without permission. Preston never said a word. Those black eyes just roamed over her face as if he were trying to memorize every inch. When the suitcase was finally closed, Preston put his hands down on both sides of her butt and looked directly into her eyes. "I can't let you go." Edelweiss - Long and Short Reviews Rating = 3 Books "This is an entertaining and fast moving story. I loved Gillian’s character and how she used what she had to rise above her past and her determination to succeed despite what life throws at her... Their adventures during the search really held my attention, and the bittersweet ending is very well written." Maura - CoffeeTime Romance Rating = 4 cups Visit Chrystal's Author Page Try these related products: E-mail a friend about this item. Join the Desert Breeze Publishing EXCLUSIVE BOOK CLUB!
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