A Texan Returns

Product Description Billionaire bachelor Wyatt McCall left some unfinished business behind when he skipped town fifteen years ago. Like Toni Casale, his former love. Now the takecharge mayor of Brodys Crossing, Toni is already putting Wyatt to work for the holidays. But does the bossy blonde know she still takes his breath away?Wyatt is still sexy, still gorgeousand still pulling those outrageous stunts that made him famous in high school. If she doesnt watch out, Toni will fall for Wyatt all over again. But it may already be too late. Because this time around, the Texas troublemaker is planning something that could reunite him with the woman he lovesand give their hometown a Christmas theyll never forget! About the Author Victoria Chancellor lives in the state she writes about Texas and has been married to the same Texan for 35 years. Originally from Louisville, Kentucky, her varied background sometimes play a role in her stories. Before selling to Harlequin American Romance, she wrote historical, paranormal and contemporary romances for a variety of publishers. Visit her website at victoriachancellor.com for more information about her releases, bio, and speaking engagements. Excerpt. Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. Monday, December 1, 2008Wyatt McCall jammed his rented Hummer into Park in front of the Casale Remodeling offices. He stepped out of the vehicle and slammed the door. The sound was followed closely by the less forceful doorclosing of his everpresent personal assistants assistant, Cassie. On the other side of the H2, his publicrelations director, Louisa, exited the rear passenger seat. You might want to wait outside, he told the two women.No way, Cassie said, hugging her lightweight suit jacket around her. You could need us.What, as witnesses to a murder? he replied as he yanked open the front door. A large evergreen wreath adorned with a coppercolored wire mesh ribbon slapped against the glass inset and copper ribbons adorned with jingle bells jangled wildly as they bumped against the wooden door.This building had been a small appliance store way back when hed been a boy in Brodys Crossing. Now the walls, the flooring and the door looked different. More classy and modern. Efficient, not fussy. Toni had put her stamp on everything.Including him. But that was very old news.Um, maybe you should wait just a minute to compose yourself, Louisa suggested.No way. I like my bad attitude. He pulled back his leather jacket to slip his Oakleys into the collar of his sweater. After looking around to get his bearings, he followed the hallway past an empty conference room to what appeared to be Tonis office.Hello, Wyatt, she said before he could get after her for ratting him out to a reporter about his youthful transgression. His last one in a long history of acts of misbehavior in Brodys Crossing.She sat behind a modern design wood desk, her hands folded in front of her. By choice hed only seen her a few times in the past fifteen years, on his rare visits to town, and always from a distance. She still took his breath away. Today she wore a royalblue sweater and whoknewwhatbelow. Jeans orchinos?A skirt that showed off her incredible legs? Or maybe tall black boots.Her expression conveyed calm and serenitythe exact opposite of what he was feeling, now that hed gotten his breath back. He wanted to ruffle her sleek blond hair. Pull her out of that big office chair andIm very sorry for what happened, Toni said. When I spoke to that reporter, I only meant to give him background.Well, you did that, Wyatt said, stepping into the room. Background that made me look like an irresponsible juvenile delinquent.Wyatt, in all fairness, you were irresponsible and a troublemaker.He shrugged. A minor infraction that you turned into a major incident. It was damned irritating that shed revealed to the national magazine reporter, who was doing a story