Romance in Scarlet

Published by: eXtasy Books

ISBN :978-1-55410-621-9

Page :220

Word Count :55250

Publication Date :2011-06-19

Series : #

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Available Formats : Romance in Scarlet (pdf) , Romance in Scarlet (prc) , Romance in Scarlet (epub) , Romance in Scarlet (mobi)

Category : Contemporary Romance , Erotic Romance , Romance

Product Code: 978-1-55410-621-9

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Librarians don't do flings...

Andi Thomas has always worn her hair waist-length. But when her carefully-planned wedding evaporates she impulsively has the honey-colored locks whacked off into a chin-length style. In the beauty shop Ruth gives her a romance novel to read, and tells Andi she should use her honeymoon reservations for a solo fling. But librarians don’t do flings. Andi convinces herself that a week on San Antonio’s romantic Riverwalk will be the perfect opportunity to complete research on her book about pioneer Texas women. Even with her new, sassy hairstyle it would be silly to fantasize about stepping between the slick, scarlet covers of the steamy novel and romancing a hero.

Andi stepped up on her front porch and turned. As expected, Raymond took her in his arms and gently kissed her. He’s not supposed to come in tonight, she reminded herself. The doubts are behind us. This time we agree. The plans are set.

When he stepped back, he looked grim. “It’s not that bad,” she teased. “This is Wednesday, the wedding is Sunday afternoon. You agreed that not sleeping together for the month before was a good idea.”

He shrugged. “It’s not that.”

“Then what?” She took a step back, against the front door. “You’ve been distracted all evening. I doubt you could tell me what happened in the play we just saw. Or how dinner tasted.”

“There’s a problem.” He shrugged. “It just came up day before yesterday. I have to go to Vermont this weekend. I won’t be back before late Monday. No way around it.”

She stared at him. “You have got to be kidding. We’ve been going together for over a year. We’ve been engaged six months. The wedding we’ve been planning for three of them is Sunday afternoon. I know it’s a small family affair, but everything is arranged. Everything.”

She looked into his pale blue eyes. He didn’t say anything; instead, he slid his fingers through his styled hair. She snarled, “Just what the hell is in Vermont?”

“An estate auction,” he said. “Very important. Pre-Revolution. Over a thousand items. I had to volunt...” He bit it off too late.

Andi’s voice went dead quiet. “You volunteered to go?”

“I had to.” He reached for her hand, eager to explain. “You won’t believe what is included. The firm has authorized me to--”

She snatched her hand away. “Go away,” she said.

“Please, Andi. Let me--”

She stepped forward until she crowded him against the step, staring directly into his eyes. Her voice was flat with anger. “Go. Away. Now!”

He stepped back. She was ramrod straight, her fists clenched at her side. He retreated down the steps and backed toward his car. “Okay. We’ll talk later, after I get back.”

She turned her back on him and managed to get her door open without breaking the lock. She slammed it behind her, stumbling toward her bedroom whispering, “Shit, shit, shit,” over and over again. She sat down at her vanity and started freeing her waist-length hair. Her hands were shaking so badly, she dropped half the bobby pins.

She eyed the telephone. “If I call my mother and tell her what I’m thinking,” she whispered, “she’ll make me wash my mouth out with soap.” Andi strangled on the chuckle that followed, then the tears came.