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       Rave reviews for New York Times bestselling author

      SUSAN MALLERY

       Hot on Her Heels

      “[T]his glimpse into glitzy Texas high society and the dark underbelly of business is a thoroughly enjoyable read.”

      —Publishers Weekly

       Straight from the Hip

      “One of the Top 10 Romance Novels of 2009!”

      —Booklist

       Lip Service

      “Mallery breathes real life into these former lovers hoping for a second chance.”

       —RT Book Reviews

       Under Her Skin

      “Bestseller Mallery’s Lone Star Sisters series opener draws in readers with intriguing characters and a precisely assembled plot.”

       —Publishers Weekly

       Sweet Spot

      “I strongly recommend Sweet Spot, especially to readers who like their family melodramas spiked with lots of laughter and hot romance.”

       —The Romance Reader

       Sweet Talk

      “Sweet Talk is one sweet read! Susan Mallery delivers a deliciously satisfying first book in her new wonderfully written

      Bakery Sisters trilogy.”

      —The Romance Readers Connection (41/2stars)

       Accidentally Yours

      “Mallery has once again proven to be a superb writer; romance novels just don’t get much better than this.”

       —Booklist

       Tempting

      “At turns witty and poignant, this hard-to-put-down book will appeal to a broad spectrum of readers.”

      —Booklist, starred review

       Sizzling

      “[A] tasty dish…Mallery’s prose is luscious and provocative, and her characters worth following from book to book.”

       —Publishers Weekly

      Chasing Perfect

      Susan Mallery

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      To Francisco de León, first in his daughters’ hearts.

      CHAPTER ONE

      CHARITY JONES LOVED a good disaster movie as much as the next person—she would simply prefer the disaster in question not be about her life.

      The sharp crack of an electrical short, followed by a burning smell, filled the conference room on the third floor of City Hall. A thin wisp of smoke rose from her laptop, ending any hope of her PowerPoint presentation going smoothly. The presentation she’d stayed up nearly all night perfecting.

      It was her first day on the job, she thought, breathing deeply to ward off panic. The first official hour of her first official day. Didn’t she get at least a sixteenth of a break? Some small sign of mercy from the universe?

      Apparently not.

      She glanced from her still smoldering computer to the ten-member board from California University, Fool’s Gold campus, and they did not look happy. Part of the reason was that they’d been working with the previous city planner for nearly a year and still hadn’t come up with a contract for the new research facility. A contract she was now responsible for bringing to life. She would guess the unpleasant burny smell was the other reason they were shifting in their seats.

      “Perhaps we should reschedule the meeting,” Mr. Berman said. He was tall, with graying hair and glasses. “When you’re more—” he motioned to the smoldering computer “—prepared.”

      Charity smiled warmly when what she really wanted to do was throw something. She was prepared. She’d been on the job all of—she glanced at the clock on the wall—eight minutes, but she’d been prepping since she accepted the position as city planner nearly two weeks ago. She understood what the university wanted and what the town had to offer. She might be new, but she was still damned good at her job.

      Her boss, the mayor, had warned her about this group and had offered to put off the meeting, but Charity had wanted to prove herself. Something she refused to let be a mistake.

      “We’re all here,” she said, still smiling as confidently as possible. “We can do this the old-fashioned way.”

      She unplugged her computer and took it out into the hall where it would no doubt stink up the rest of the building, but her first priority had to be the meeting. She was determined to start her new job with a win and that meant getting California University at Fool’s Gold to sign on the bottom line.

      When she stepped back into the conference room, she walked over to the dry erase board and picked up a thick blue pen from the small rack attached to the board.

      “The way I see it,” she began, writing the number one and circling it, “there are three sticking points. First, the length of the lease.” She wrote a number two, “Second, the reversion of improvements on the land. Namely the building itself. And three, the freeway off-ramp signal.” She turned back to the ten well-dressed people watching her. “Do you agree?”

      They all looked to Mr. Berman, who nodded slowly.

      “Good.” Charity had reviewed all the notes on the previous meetings and talked to the mayor of Fool’s Gold over the weekend. What Charity couldn’t figure out was why the negotiating process was taking so long. Apparently the previous city planner had wanted to be right more than he wanted the research facility in town. But Mayor Marsha Tilson had been very clear when she’d offered Charity the job—bring businesses to Fool’s Gold, and fast.

      “Here’s what I’m prepared to offer,” she said, making a second column. She went through all three problems and listed solutions, including an extra five seconds of left-turn time on the signal at the top of the off-ramp.

      The board members listened and when she was done, they once again looked at Mr. Berman.

      “That does sound good,” he began.

      Sound good? It was better than good. It was a once-in-a-lifetime deal. It was everything the university had asked for. It was zero calorie brownie with ice cream.

      “There’s still one problem,” Mr. Berman said.

      “Which is?” she asked.

      “Four acres on the county line.” The voice came from the doorway.

      Charity turned and saw a man entering the conference room. He was tall and blond, good-looking to the point of being almost another species, and he moved with an easy athletic grace that made her feel instantly awkward. He looked vaguely familiar, but she was sure they’d never met before.

      He gave her a quick smile. The flash of teeth, the millisecond of attention, nearly knocked her into the wall. Who was this guy?

      “Bernie,” the stranger said, turning the megawatt grin


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