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Drop dead gorgeous Item Preview. EMBED for wordpress. Want more? Advanced embedding details, examples, and help! Now, while planning her wedding and dealing with holiday-season madness, Blair once again dodges a bullet. Or, more precisely, a Buick. And though the driver's identity remains a mystery, his or her murderous intentions seemed all too clear to Blair. But Wyatt Bloodsworth, Blair's police detective groom-to-be, believes it was only an accident.

Without moving from his sprawled, relaxed position, he gave me a pointed look. If there was a faint sharpness to his tone it was because he was becoming impatient with what seemed like an endless parade of delays and obstructions. He wanted to marry me; he didn't like the inconvenience of sleeping over at my condo— not to mention that he saw no reason why I should still be living there, instead of with him—and he was ready for me to get on with all the girly stuff, which was how he regarded the details of the wedding, so he could get on with all the manly stuff.

I couldn't have overlooked something that glaring, that in-your-face. It simply wasn't possible, unless I'd been so crazed by lust I wasn't thinking straight. As excuses go, that works for me. Deciding how my oversight had happened, however, didn't make it go away. I grabbed the pen and scribbled down the offending words, then wrote them again just to make certain my synapses hadn't short-circuited.

No such luck. Not that I plan these little episodes, but when the opportunity presents itself— I gave him a tragic look and pronounced, "I can't marry you. Wyatt Bloodsworth , police lieutenant, alpha male, all-around tough guy and the man I adored, bent down and slowly beat his head against the table.

You'd think he'd ask why I couldn't marry him, but no, he had to act like a smart-ass. Actually, I think he was trying to out-drama me, on the theory that the best way to fight fire was with fire. I couldn't decide which I resented more, the idea that he thought I was a drama queen, or that he thought he could out-drama me. The man doesn't exist who can—never mind. Some roads I just shouldn't go down. I crossed my arms under my breasts and glared at him.

It isn't my fault that crossing my arms lifted my breasts and pushed them together, nor is it my fault that Wyatt is a breast man—and an ass man, and a leg man, and any other woman-part you want to name—so therefore it isn't my fault that when he lifted his head to bang it again his gaze sort of snagged on my cleavage and he forgot what he'd been about to say.

I had just taken a shower and was wearing only a robe and underpants, so it was also reasonable that the robe had done what robes do, which is sort of come untied, which meant I was also not at fault that more than just cleavage was showing. I'm always amazed at what a flash of nipple will do to a normally clear-thinking man—praise the Lord. I also never fail to give thanks for that reality of life.

Praise the Lord again. But Wyatt's made of stronger stuff than the average man, as he never fails to point out to me, usually while making the case that he was taking pity on said average man by marrying me himself, thereby taking me off the market. Somehow he's got the idea that I'm always trying to get the upper hand in our relationship, which shows you just how smart he is. Damn, I hate it when he's right. He eyed my nipple, his face taking on that ruthless, focused look men get when they want to have sex and are pretty sure they're going to get it.

Then his gaze narrowed and he switched it back up to my face. First, let me say that Wyatt's gaze can be intense. His eyes are this sort of pale green, which can be piercing. He's also a cop, as I believe I've mentioned a time or three, so when he levels that hard cop look at you, you can feel sort of pinned. But I, too, am made of some stern stuff, and I gave him back as good as I got. Add a review Your Rating: Your Comment:. Hot Mr. Perfect by Linda Howard by Linda Howard. Drop Dead Beautiful by Jackie Collins.

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