Texas Glory. Joan Elliott Pickart

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      As Of Monday Evening, Glory Carson Would Be His Wife, And He Would Be Her Husband. Letter to Reader Title Page Dedication About the Author Prologue Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Epilogue Copyright

      As Of Monday Evening, Glory Carson Would Be His Wife, And He Would Be Her Husband.

      He had two weeks to observe her in that role and decide if she was a viable wife candidate.

      

      He also had only two weeks to convince Glory that having a husband around the house wasn’t a rotten way to live.

      

      Bram yawned. The thing was, the two weeks had to have an aura of authenticity to them. Bringing home flowers and candy every night wasn’t realistic.

      

      The best way to handle this was just to be himself, do what felt natural and right.

      

      Yep, Bram concluded, as sleep edged over his senses, he’d just be Bram Bishop, the man, come Monday evening.

      

      No...he’d be Bram Bishop, the husband.

      Dear Reader,

      

      This month we have some special treats in store for you, beginning with Nobody’s Princess, another terrific MAN OF THE MONTH from award-winning writer Jennifer Greene. Our heroine believes she’s just another run-of-the-mill kind of gal...but naturally our hero knows better. And he sets out to prove to her that he is her handsome prince...and she is his princess!

      

      Joan Elliott Pickart’s irresistible Bishop brothers are back in Texas Glory, the next installment of her FAMILY MEN series. And Amy Fetzer brings us her first contemporary romance, a romantic romp concerning parenthood—with a twist—in Anybody’s Dad.

      Peggy Moreland’s heroes are always something special, as you’ll see in A Little Texas Two-Step, the latest in her TROUBLE IN TEXAS series.

      

      And if you’re looking for fun and frolic—and a high dose of sensuality—don’t miss Patty Salier’s latest, The Honeymoon House. If emotional and dramatic is more your cup of tea, then you’ll love Kelly Jamison’s Unexpected Father.

      

      As always, there is something for everyone here at Silhouette Desire, where you’ll find the very best contemporary romance.

      

      Enjoy!

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      For Pam Vallentine

      JOAN ELLIOTT PICKART

       is the author of over seventy novels When she isn’t writing, she enjoys watching football, knitting, reading, gardening and attending craft shows on the town square. Joan has three all-grown-up daughters and a fantastic little grandson. In September of 1995. Joan traveled to China to adopt her fourth daughter, Autumn. Joan and Autumn have settled into their cozy cottage in a charming small town in the high pine country of Arizona.

      Prologue

      

      

      “Tell you a story? Why, I’d be mighty pleased to do just that. I’m figurin’ you want to hear ’bout Bram Bishop. So make yourself real comfy there, and your ol’ Granny Bee will tell you all ’bout Bram.

      “Now, you know that two of the Bishop boys up and got themselves married. Tux is with his Nancy. Blue is with his Amy. They’re happy as can be.

      “Bram was mighty pleased that his brothers found the forever love they were seekin’. But, oh, mercy, Bram surely did wish himself a fairy godmother with a magic wand, who would produce a lovin’ lady for him to marry. He just wasn’t havin’ any luck findin’ a wife, none at all.

      “Well, one day Bram was gettin’ on an aeroplane to fly back to Houston, after doin’ some business over Austin way. I never been on an aeroplane and don’t intend to, either. I’m just fine right here in my ol’ rockin’ chair.

      “Anyway, that plane had three seats glued together on each side of the aisle. Can you imagine that? There wasn’t even room for a person to put their knittin’ bag ’longside their chair ’cause they’re stuck plum together.

      “You got a little piece of paper tellin’ you what seat you’re to settle yourself in. Silly business, if you ask me. But Bram was lookin’ for the seat number on his special paper, ‘long with the other folks all shufflin’ in a row on that plane. Bram found his place and saw a lady already in the seat by the window.

      “Now, that’s where my story really begins, you see, with that pretty little gal by the window. Glory be, she was... Funny I should say that word...Glory...”

      One

      Glory Carson leaned her head back and closed her eyes, telling herself to tune out the noise of the other passengers boarding the airplane.

      Good grief, she thought, she was so exhausted she was nearly numb. The seminar in Austin for psychologists specializing in marriage counseling had been well attended, resulting in a constant cacophony of jarring voices. She’d had to be her professional best at all times, a constant smile in place, her interest in who was speaking to her at least appearing to be at the maximum.

      It had been a productive weekend...she hoped. She’d pressed her business card into more hands than she could count,