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      Rave reviews for New York Times bestselling author

       Susan Mallery

      Praise for Sweet Spot

      “Mallery is in top-notch form as she takes troubled and stubborn individuals and portrays their emotional growth. Drama and trauma abound in this winner!”

      —Romantic Times BOOKreviews

      “I strongly recommend Sweet Spot, especially to readers who like their family melodramas spiked with lots of laughter and hot romance.”

      —The Romance Reader

      Praise for Sweet Talk

      “Sweet Talk is one sweet read! Susan Mallery delivers a deliciously satisfying first book in her new wonderfully written Bakery Sisters trilogy.”

      —The Romance Readers Connection (4 1/2 stars)

      “Amusing, heartfelt and wildly romantic, Sweet Talk is the perfect romance.”

      —Joyfully Reviewed

      “Susan Mallery provides a powerful passionate backdrop to a fine contemporary romance.”

      —Harriet Klausner

      Praise for Accidentally Yours

      “Mallery has once again proven to be a superb writer; romance novels just don’t get much better than this.”

      —Booklist

      “If you’re looking for heart-tugging emotions elaborately laced with humor, then Mallery is the author for you.”

      —Romantic Times BOOKreviews

      Praise for Tempting

      “At turns witty and poignant, this hard-to-put-down book will appeal to a broad spectrum of readers.”

      —Booklist, starred review

      Praise for Sizzling

      “[A] tasty dish…Mallery’s prose is luscious and provocative, and her characters worth following from book to book.”

      —Publishers Weekly

      “Sizzling is simply dazzling! You’ll laugh, you’ll hoot, you’ll raise your eyebrows, and yes, you’ll cry buckets, so have those tissues handy…. Highly Recommended!”

      —The Romance Readers Connection

      Lip Service

      Susan Mallery

      

www.millsandboon.co.uk

LIP SERVICE

      CONTENTS

      CHAPTER ONE

      CHAPTER TWO

      CHAPTER THREE

      CHAPTER FOUR

      CHAPTER FIVE

      CHAPTER SIX

      CHAPTER SEVEN

      CHAPTER EIGHT

      CHAPTER NINE

      CHAPTER TEN

      CHAPTER ELEVEN

      CHAPTER TWELVE

      CHAPTER THIRTEEN

      CHAPTER FOURTEEN

      CHAPTER FIFTEEN

      CHAPTER SIXTEEN

      CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

      CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

      CHAPTER NINETEEN

      CHAPTER TWENTY

      CHAPTER ONE

      “I’D LIKE YOU to marry my daughter.”

      Skye Titan was having enough trouble balancing a small tray with two drinks and a plate of appetizers in one hand while reaching for the study door with the other. A sudden inability to breathe only complicated the stability problem.

      Thirty seconds ago she would have thought that nothing her father said could surprise her anymore. She would have been wrong.

      Talk about humiliating, she thought, wondering if Jed Titan’s statement was meant to buy a son-in-law or sell a daughter. With him, she couldn’t be sure.

      “Izzy?” the other man asked, his voice clearly audible, despite the thick door between them.

      “No. Skye.”

      “Oh.”

      Skye waited impatiently.

      “Oh?” Was that the best he could do? Annoyance grew as time ticked on.

      “I guess that would work, too,” the other voice said at last.

      Skye practically growled in irritation. Words to make her heart beat faster for sure. So charming. How was she going to keep from throwing herself at T. J. Boone when she walked into the study?

      If she had been any less the well-trained hostess, not to mention a dutiful daughter, she would have pushed open the door, tossed the drinks in both their faces and left the house, never to be heard from again.

      “Egotistical jackass bastard,” she muttered, not sure if she meant the insult for T.J. or her father. They both deserved it.

      She forced herself to breathe slowly, then imagined herself sinking into the big tub in the bathroom off her bedroom. Bubbles up to her chin, a glass of white wine to take off the edge. She was calm and in control. She was going to do the right thing, because that’s who she was. The good girl, dammit. The one who served drinks to men like T.J. and her father.

      Skye opened the door to the study and stepped inside the room. The two men stood next to the pool table. Jed didn’t bother acknowledging her while T.J. looked momentarily uncomfortable. As if he wondered whether she’d heard him condemn her with faint praise.

      She smiled as she offered the successful businessman his drink, wishing she’d thought to spit in it first.

      “T.J.,” she said.

      “Skye.”

      He was good-looking, in a blond, blue-eyed sort of way. Tall and well dressed. He was a Texas boy and was probably charming, but it was hard to notice when the unenthusiastic “I guess that would work, too” was bouncing around in her brain.

      She set the appetizers on the table in the corner. “Is there anything else, Daddy?” she asked.

      “That’s all, Skye.”

      “Then I’ll say good-night.”

      Her hostess duties completed, her temper still firing, albeit silently, she left the room and walked to the stairs. Once on the third floor, she made her way to the last room on the left. During the day, it was a bright open space done in primary colors. A big bed sat by the window overlooking the main pasture. At night, shadows closed in, but seven-year-old Erin was never afraid of the dark. She wasn’t afraid of anything. A quality she must have inherited from her father, Skye thought enviously.

      Now Erin lay sleeping, a tiny curled-up bump under the covers. Skye sat on the edge of the bed and stared down at her child.

      “I love you, Bunny Face,” she whispered.

      Erin didn’t stir.

      Skye rose and walked the few feet to her own bedroom. Her younger-by-a-year sister, Izzy, sprawled on the big bed, watching television. She muted the sound when Skye entered.

      “Don’t you have a TV in your own room?” Skye asked.

      “Sure, but using yours is more fun. Who’s the guy?”

      “T. J. Boone. You’re the one he wants.”

      Izzy