Killer Cowboy Charm. Vicki Thompson Lewis

      

      “So…will you put on your cowboy duds for me?”

      Meg reached to stroke Clint’s cheek.

      “But you said you wouldn’t know what to do with a real cowboy.” He brought her hand to his mouth and placed a string of kisses there.

      “I didn’t think I did.” Her voice grew husky. “But you’ve changed my mind.”

      He looked into her eyes, and desire hit him hard. “I didn’t think I’d know what to do with a TV star, either.”

      “But you do. Trust me, you do.”

      Clint wanted her so much, he had to fight not to grab her. He stood up suddenly. “Had enough of this dinner for a while?”

      “If that’s an invitation to visit your bedroom, I accept.”

      His heart beat loud and fast. “It was a solid-gold, engraved invitation.”

      Meg got out of her chair and held out her hand. “Then let’s go get it on, cowboy.”

      Dear Reader,

      Eighteen months ago my career got a huge boost from the “Reading with Ripa” Book Club. But before Kelly Ripa, I was first and foremost a Harlequin Temptation author. My first published book in 1984 was a Temptation novel, and for years I dreamed of writing Harlequin Temptation’s 1000th book. This is that book.

      Harlequin Temptation has grown, changed, evolved. And so have I. We’re still together after all these years. It seemed fitting to set this book in my home state of Arizona, and to give it a cowboy hero in tribute to all the cowboy heroes I’ve created and loved. But the heroine is a TV talk-show host from New York. You don’t have to look far to find my inspiration for that character!

      It’s with great pleasure that I give you this book. It stands on the shoulders of 999 other terrific reads. I’m honored to be here.

      Fondly,

      Vicki Lewis Thompson

      Killer Cowboy Charm

      Vicki Lewis Thompson

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

      To all the fabulous Temptresses, past, present and future.

       You’ve made Temptation what it is today,

       and I couldn’t be in better company.

      Contents

      Chapter 1

      Chapter 2

      Chapter 3

      Chapter 4

      Chapter 5

      Chapter 6

      Chapter 7

      Chapter 8

      Chapter 9

      Chapter 10

      Chapter 11

      Chapter 12

      Chapter 13

      Chapter 14

      Chapter 15

      Chapter 16

      Epilogue

      1

      “HERE THEY ARE, your Meg and Mel in the Morning co-hosts, Meg Delancy and Mel Harrison!”

      Beaming at the wildly applauding studio audience, Meg bounced onto the set followed by a suave and smiling Mel. Meg had to act as if she hadn’t seen the ratings and didn’t know their number-one rank was in danger.

      Nobody seemed to know why, either.

      But rumors flew, including the one implying that the chemistry wasn’t right between her and Mel. If a studio exec believed that for a minute, Meg would be the one to go. Mel had established the show eight years ago and nobody would be looking to replace silver-haired Mel Harrison.

      She would not lose this job.

      At a tender age, sitting spellbound by Captain Kangaroo and Mr. Rogers, she’d announced that someday she’d have her own television show. Her parents had laughed.

      When she’d insisted on turning their Brooklyn living room into a studio and interviewing the neighbors in front of whatever audience she could drag in, her family had thought it was cute. But they’d never taken her seriously.

      As she’d persisted in her goal through high school and even college, their indulgence had turned to alarm. Nobody they knew had ever succeeded in the entertainment field. They predicted she’d fail and suggested nursing, teaching, banking, anything but her crazy notion. Even her best friends had advised her to try something less ambitious. At their warnings, she’d become even more determined.

      Then she’d landed a gofer job on what was then Marnie and Mel in the Morning. Working tirelessly, she’d eventually made it to the tech crew, but she considered it only a step on her way to the co-host chair. Marnie’s emergency appendectomy gave Meg a chance to substitute for the star, and Marnie’s decision to leave the show for a role in a feature film left the spot open. Meg convinced Mel to give it to her.

      Her family and friends still didn’t quite believe it. Meg knew they expected her newfound fame to evaporate any minute. She’d be damned if she’d let that happen.

      As the applause from the studio audience continued, pumped up off-camera by executive producer Sharon Dempsey, Meg and Mel settled into their cushy seats and picked up the mugs waiting for them on the low coffee table.

      Mel took a sip from his mug of water colored to look like coffee and turned to Meg. “Great weekend in Manhattan, huh?” he said. By custom, he usually had the opening line of the show. “Halloween parties galore, and it was actually warm for a change. Here it is November first, and no snow. So, did you have a good weekend?”

      “Friday night I went out with my girlfriends, but the fish weren’t biting, if you know what I mean.”

      “Too bad. What about Saturday?”

      “I watched my DVD of The Mummy. Alone.” She took a swallow of her watered-down diet cola, pretending to savor something that tasted like mouthwash. Her lack of a social life was a running gag on the show, but she was getting sick of it. She had no one to blame but herself, though. Focusing on this job had left no time for cultivating a relationship.

      “I thought you watched that movie last weekend.”

      “So I have a crush on Brendan Fraser.” But she would rather have spent the night with a guy who wasn’t an image on her TV screen. Ironically, now that she’d reached her goal, she’d discovered that being Mel’s co-host came with certain restrictions.

      Despite the sexual banter they occasionally shared on the show, Mel was a conservative guy. A torrid affair that scorched the pages of The Enquirer could get her fired. To keep her girl-next-door image, she’d have to zoom from first date to safely married.

      In truth, she didn’t want to marry anyone until she’d established herself as a TV personality, which could take several years. Only then might she be in the market. A husband and kids would be nice—if she could juggle a family and work. A husband would have to know going in that she wasn’t giving up her career.

      Mel clucked his tongue and looked fatherly. “I don’t know what’s wrong with the eligible bachelors around here. A gorgeous redhead like you, they should be lined up outside your apartment door.”

      “Maybe all the good ones are taken. I’m guessing you went to a Halloween party?” In contrast to Meg with her nonexistent social life, Mel and his wife never seemed to stay home.

      “Evie and I went to a great costume party at the Starlight Room. And I have to tell you, the hit of the night was a