Waiting For Mr. Wonderful!

Stephanie Howard

Литагент HarperCollins EUR

He was the pefect man…Tall, dark and handsome, Frenchman Jean-Claude Lasalle wasn't just Mr. Right, he was Mr.Wonderful! Only, his divorce had left him wary. He had made a vow never to marry again…. But Jean-Claude loved women. It had never been his plan to live without them!All he needed was the right womanAnd then he met Georgia Dee. She wanted a man who would say "I do," and mean it! She needed Jean-Claude's help, not his practiced charm. But there was nothing he enjoyed more than crossing swords with a spirited woman. Unless it was making love to her….

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“I do want to help you, Miss Dee...

“Put it down to my passion for helping damsels in distress.”

“So, you’re a white knight in disguise? I stopped believing in fairy tales when I was twelve years old.

“But you still believe in monsters?” The deep blue eyes looked steadily into hers. “And though, alas, I’m definitely no white knight, I can help you fight the monster Duval.”

The next moment, she was drowning in the black-fringed blue eyes, feeling the warm physical aura of him wrap around her like an embrace. Jean-Claude Lasalle was clearly under the illusion that all he had to do to win any woman over was just look at her with those wonderful eyes of his and treat her to one of his heart-stopping smiles. And no doubt it usually worked. Women would drop like nine pins at his feet. She’d very nearly dropped herself. it was the raw sexuality of him. Some rare magic he possessed.

Stephanie Howard was bornand brought up in Dundee in Scotland, and educated at the London School of Economics. For ten years she worked as a journalist in London on a variety of women’s magazines, among them Woman’s Own, and was latterly editor of the now-defunct Honey. She has spent many years living and working abroad—in Italy, Malaysia, the Philippines and in the Middle East.

Waiting for Mr. Wonderful!

Stephanie Howard

www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)

CHAPTER ONE

GEORGIA knew instantly who the dark-haired stranger was, even though she’d never set eyes on him before. It had to be the Frenchman. She was absolutely sure of it. Deep inside, she felt a quick dart of fear.

He was seated on the wooden bench that stood against the front wall of the house beneath a glorious canopy of April-flowering wisteria. And, though it was obvious that he was waiting for her, he appeared not to have noticed her sudden arrival outside the front gate. His head was bent over the newspaper spread out on his knee.

So, for the moment at least, she had the advantage. Squaring her shoulders and taking a deep breath, Georgia pushed the gate open and stepped onto the gravel path.

‘Excuse me. Can I help you?’ Her tone was clipped as she strode towards him. Who did he think he was, making himself at home in her front garden?

He glanced up at once, quickly folding his newspaper and tossing it down beside him on the bench. Then, as though he hadn’t noticed her angry expression, with a slow, lazy smile he began to rise to his feet.

‘Enchantе, mademoiselle. I am Jean-Claude Lasalle.’

The instant he’d glanced up, Georgia had stopped in her tracks, her anger and fear abruptly forgotten. Suddenly, quite unconsciously, she was holding her breath. He was the most gorgeous-looking man she’d ever seen in her entire life.

Somewhere in his mid-thirties