Be Mine
W. Lynn
Chantale
Remember those little Valentine cards we
handed out in school? I used to hate doing that. Even though the teacher sent
out a class list, and every student had to make sure there were enough cards, I
always hated that moment. What if I didn’t get one? Or would the cute boy I had
a crush on give me the “special” Valentine card from the box.
Junior High and High School saw
candygrams. I think for fifty cents you could send a card and message with a
sucker or something. I’d get a few of those, but by then whether or not I
received didn’t matter as much. I was too focused on writing and reading.
So in the spirit of the Valentine’s Day
I thought I’d write you a poem. Hopefully it will bring a smile to your face.
Rose are Red
Violets are Blue
Yes, I thought I’d start with
lines tried and true.
Lilies are White
Tulips are Pink
Thank goodness this is the
last line, ‘cause this poem stinks!
Happy Valentine’s Day.
Until
next time, Indulge Your Inner Romantic
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The
Designer’s Bride-Valentine Delights:Kiss Me
For cosmetics heiress Elisabeth
Bach, finding the right man hasn’t been easy, especially when her father is
bent on arranging her love life for his own twisted purposes. When she falls
for fashion designer Jordan Carlisle, she knows she’s met The One, and
she’ll do anything to keep their relationship secret from her father’s schemes.
Jordan Carlisle has been waiting
a long time for a chance to date Elisabeth and he’s determined to make her his
wife. Will a Valentine’s Day proposal be enough to keep her or will his
checkered past destroy his future?
Watching him reminded her of the first
time they met and her lips quirked at the memory. At least then she’d had some
warning of the broken date…
Alone. Again. Elisabeth managed a
halfhearted smile as she laid her phone on the pristine white linen and
accepted a menu from the maitre d’. “Thank you,” she murmured.
She glanced around the quiet restaurant.
Cloth-topped tables dotted the room while various couples sat shrouded in
shadows, heads bent, indulging in private conversations. With a sigh, she
opened her menu. She didn’t even know why she bothered anymore.
Dating was hard under the best of
circumstances, but in the last year it seemed to grow more difficult. Any man
who survived to the third date, canceled by the fourth. Which is why she sat in
a four star restaurant alone...again. She didn’t even have the heart to stay
anymore.
“Will someone be joining you this
evening, Miss Bach?”
She smiled at the sandy-haired waiter
hovering near her elbow. “Not tonight. I think I’ll just go home.”
A frown creased his lightly tanned
features. “That’s too bad. A gentleman at another table asked if he might join
you.”
“Are you playing matchmaker again,
Dylan?”
He chuckled. “No ma’am. He saw you sitting
alone.”
“I think I can take it from here,” a
smooth, velvety voice interrupted.
Dylan nodded and backed away. Elisabeth
straightened a little in her chair. Her breath stuck in her throat at the
intensity of the newcomer’s stare. His long slow perusal left her body
simmering.
His jet black hair was cut close, the
smooth hairline tapering to neatly trimmed sideburns. Otherwise, his rugged
face was clean-shaven. He smiled and her eyes were drawn to his full, sexy
mouth. For a moment, she wondered how his lips would feel pressed against hers.
Desire flooded her veins.
“Jordan Carlisle.” He offered his hand.
The oversized watch on his wrist winked in the dim light, vying for attention
with his gold cufflinks.
She accepted his hand. “Elisabeth.” She snapped
her gaze to his at the crackle of electricity between them. He held her hand a
second too long and flirtation gleamed in the depths of his coffee-colored
eyes.
“Mind if I join you?” He waved to the
vacant chair across from hers.
She shook her head and bit back a sigh
when his biceps flexed against the dark silk of his suit jacket. He unbuttoned
his coat and sat down.
“I hate dining alone,” he said, smiling
apologetically.
“I do too. I was just about to leave.”
She studied him from beneath her lashes before meeting his eyes a second time.
He seemed familiar to her, yet she couldn’t quite place where she’d seen him.
“Have we met before?”
He smiled, wide and easy, and her heart
fluttered in anticipation.
“Not formally. I’m a friend of your brother’s.
We went to college together.”
His dark good looks and devil-may-care
eyes slid into place in her memory. The photo in her brother’s room, of the
lacrosse team. Jordan
“You and Drew played lacrosse.”
He nodded. “How is Andrew? It’s been a
few months since we’ve seen each other.”
“Out of town at the moment. At a
conference.” She reached for her water glass and Dylan reappeared with a second
menu. “I’ll have to tell Andrew we spoke.”
“I’m sure he won’t mind.” Jordan
She shook her head. “He thinks I should
get out more, but my father has a way of sabotaging my love life.” She sipped
her water.
He regarded her a moment, avid interest
shining in his eyes. “You are definitely worth protecting.”
Heat crept into her cheeks from his
scrutiny as well as the compliment. “You’re pretty suave, aren’t you?”
He chuckled, a smooth laugh that reminded
her of warm fudge. “When it suits me.”
“Like now?”
He inclined his head.
“And my father knows nothing about you?”
“Not that I’m aware of.”
She picked up a menu. “Let’s keep it that
way.”
Decadent Seconds
As a caterer, Darling
gets to witness some of life’s happiest moments, but yearns for a marriage
proposal of her own. After years of waiting on her beloved to pop the question,
she gives up on ever having a happy ending of her own and severs the
relationship. When she learns she’s pregnant, she has no choice but to face her
child’s father on a daily basis as well as the love and attraction she has for
him.
Darryl Manning always
believed Darling would be his forever. After all he didn’t need a piece of
paper to show her how much he loved her, but when she leaves him to pursue her
dream of owning a catering company and raising his son, he may have to rethink
his views on marriage. That is if he wants a second chance at family.
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