Addicted to Love
The characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.
Copyright © 2008 by Laurie Vanzura
Excerpt from the Wedding Veil Wishes series copyright © 2008 by Laurie Vanzura.
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Contents
“When I look at you, crazy is not the word that comes to mind.” The suggestive innuendo in his voice took Brody by surprise.
“No? What word comes to mind?”
“Caring, expressive, a little overly passionate, maybe, but that’s not a bad thing.”
“It isn’t?”
“No.” He didn’t know why, or what he intended on doing when he got there, but Brody took a step toward Rachael.
Her breathing quickened. He couldn’t help noticing the rapid rise and fall of her breasts beneath the T-shirt.
His gut was telling him something else now. Something he needed to ignore no matter how much he ached to act on it.
Kiss her
.
Without meaning to, Brody propped one forearm against the doorframe above her, leaned in, and lowered his head. The sexual tension was so electric he could almost hear it snapping. He dipped his mouth lower . . .
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Once Smitten, Twice Shy
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THERE GOES THE BRIDE
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YOU ONLY LOVE TWICE
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You Only Love Twice
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MISSION: IRRESISTIBLE
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Rendezvous
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Rendezvous
ALSO BY LORI WILDE
License to Thrill
Charmed and Dangerous
Mission: Irresistible
You Only Love Twice
There Goes the Bride
Once Smitten, Twice Shy
In memory of Frederick Shawn Blalock
1967–2007
Be at peace, my brother.
W
hile Valentine, Texas, is a real place, the town of Valentine depicted in the pages of this book is completely fictional. I’ve taken literary license for story purposes.
T
he last thing Sheriff Brody Carlton expected to find when he wheeled his state-issued white-and-black Crown Victoria patrol cruiser past the welcome to valentine, texas, romance capital of the usa billboard was a woman in a sequined wedding dress dangling from the town’s mascot — a pair of the most garish, oversized, scarlet puckered-up-for-a-kiss lips ever poured in fiberglass.
She swayed forty feet off the ground in the early Sunday morning summer breeze, one arm wrapped around the sensuous curve of the full bottom lip, her other arm wielding a paintbrush dipped in black paint, her white satin ballet-slippered toes skimming the billboard’s weathered wooden platform.
The billboard had been vandalized before, but never, to Brody’s knowledge, by a disgruntled bride. He contemplated hitting the siren to warn her off, but feared she’d startle and end up breaking her silly neck. Instead, he whipped over onto the shoulder of the road, rolled down the passenger-side window, slid his Maui Jim sunglasses to the end of his nose, and craned his neck for a better look.
The delinquent bride had her bottom lip tucked up between her teeth. She was concentrating on desecrating the billboard. It had been a staple in Valentine’s history for as long as Brody could remember. Her blonde hair, done up in one of those twisty braided hairdos, was partially obscured by the intricate lace of a floor-length wedding veil. When the sunlight hit the veil’s lace just right it shimmered a phosphorescent pattern of white butterflies that looked as if they were about to rise up and flutter away.
She was oblivious to anything except splashing angry black brushstrokes across the hot, sexy mouth.
Brody exhaled an irritated snort, threw the Crown Vic into park, stuck the Maui Jims in his front shirt pocket, and climbed out. Warily, he eyed the gravel. Loose rocks. His sworn enemy. Then he remembered his new bionic Power Knee and relaxed. He’d worn the innovative prosthetic for only six weeks, but it had already changed his life. Because of the greater ease of movement and balance the computerized leg afforded, it was almost impossible for the casual observer to guess he was an amputee.
He walked directly underneath the sign, cocked his tan Stetson back on his head, and looked up.
As far as he knew — and he knew most everything that went on in Valentine, population 1,987 — there’d been no weddings scheduled in town that weekend. So where had the bride come from?
Brody cleared his throat.
She went right on painting.
He cleared his throat again, louder this time.
Nothing.
“Ma’am,” he called up to her.
“Go away. Can’t you see I’m busy?”
Dots of black paint spattered the sand around him. She’d almost obliterated the left-hand corner of the upper lip, transforming the Marilyn Monroe sexpot pout into Marilyn Manson gothic rot.
The cynic inside him grinned. Brody had always hated those tacky red lips. Still, it was a Valentine icon and he was sworn to uphold the law.
He glanced around and spied the lollipop pink VW Bug parked between two old abandoned railway cars rusting alongside the train tracks that ran parallel to the highway. He could see a red-and-pink beaded heart necklace dangling from the rearview mirror, and a sticker on the chrome bumper proclaimed i heart romance.
All rightee then.
“If you don’t cease and desist, I’ll have to arrest you,” he explained.
She stopped long enough to balance the brush on the paint can and glower down at him. “On what charges?”
“Destruction of private property. The billboard is on Kelvin Wentworth’s land.”
“I’m doing this town a much-needed community service,” she growled.
“Oh, yeah?”
“This,” she said, sweeping a hand at the billboard, “is false advertising. It perpetuates a dangerous myth. I’m getting rid of it before it can suck in more impressionable young girls.”
“What myth is that?”
“That there’s such things as true love and romance, magic and soul mates. Rubbish. All those fairy tales are complete and utter rubbish and I fell for it, hook, line, and sinker.”
“Truth in advertising
is
an oxymoron.”
“Exactly. And I’m pulling the plug.”
You’ll get no argument from me,
he thought, but vandalism was vandalism and he was the sheriff, even if he agreed with her in theory. In practice, he was the law. “Wanna talk about it?”
She glared. “To a man? You’ve gotta be kidding me.”
“Judging from your unorthodox attire and your displeasure with the billboard in particular and men in general, I’m gonna go out on a limb here and guess that you were jilted at the altar.”
“Perceptive,” she said sarcastically.
“Another woman?”
She didn’t respond immediately and he was about to repeat the question when she muttered, “The Chicago Bears.”
“The Bears?”
“Football.”
Brody sank his hands onto his hips. “The guy jilted you over football?”
“Bastard.” She was back at it again, slinging paint.
“He sounds like a dumbass.”
“He’s Trace Hoolihan.”
Brody shrugged. “Is that supposed to mean something?”
“You don’t know who he is?”
“Nope.”
“Hallelujah,” the bride-that-wasn’t said. “I’ve found the one man in Texas who’s not ate up with football.”