Double B Series
Susan Sampson left the Double B far behind when she moved to New York City. Determined to make it on Broadway, she wanted to prove to everyone back home, including Teddy Weston, that she has what it takes. But ten years later she’s discovering the cost of fame can be high, especially with a stalker on her trail.
Teddy Weston shut off his emotions toward Susan the day he found out she sold one of his songs to a Nashville producer behind his back. Even though their families were in business together, he refused to have anything more to do with her. But now she’s in danger, and he’s the only one the family trusts to protect her.
Old memories die hard when Susan and Teddy are thrust back together. With everything on the line, can they find their way back to the music without breaking their hearts?
(Pages 322) Hot
Word Count 92600
Print ISBN: 1-60154-960-1
Before she could talk herself out it, she tipped her head and looked at him. Making her voice husky and low she asked, “You know what I’ve always wondered.”
Teddy didn’t pay any attention or even indicate he’d heard her.
Susan swallowed hard and pushed forward. “I’ve often wondered if all those stories I’ve heard about you are true.”
He turned his head and pinned her with a glare that made all her confidence completely disappear. “What stories?”
Drawing on every bit of her acting ability yet again, she thrust herself into the role. “The stories that say you’re the best kisser in all of Texas, maybe even the entire Southwest.”
He grunted. “I can’t help it if women kiss and tell.”
She could only hope the tilt of his lips was a slight grin. “I don’t really believe it to be honest.”
He shrugged. “Whatever.”
“Doesn’t it bother you that I doubt it?”
“Not especially. Your opinion stopped mattering to me a long time ago.”
Ouch. That stung. She swallowed back the lump that rose in her throat at his harsh words. “You’re never going to forgive me for that, are you?”
“Nope.” He went back to staring at the numbers, and his lips moved once more.
“You know, I’ve kissed a lot of leading men on Broadway and in Hollywood. I’m a pretty good judge of a man’s kissing abilities.”
Tipping his head to the side, he regarded her. “Are you trying to make me prove I can kiss better than some pretty-boy actor?”
“I’m just saying that I can tell a good kisser from a bad one. I could give you my honest opinion.”
“You want to be kissed that bad, do you?”
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