Her WishList Bridegroom

Excerpt. Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.EXCERPT FROM HER WISHLIST BRIDEGROOMWhos there?Knight Errant Incorporated. Damsels in distress a speciality.Oh great. Not just a jackthelad who believed he was irresistible, but one who thought he was funny, too. Juliet knew she should be thankful that hed resisted the more obvious Romeo as she opened the door to be confronted by 62 of toned manhood wearing a worn leather bomber jacket and a pair of jeans that appeared to have been moulded to his body.His thick, dark hair was too long, his grin too knowing and his eyes a totally impossible shade of blue. The effect was aggressively male. Cocksure. Arrogant. And behind him, propped on a stand, was a motorbike to match.Gregor McLeod, she realised, hadnt changed one bit.Her mouth dried and for a moment she couldnt think of a thing to say. All she could think, hope, pray, was that he wouldnt remember her.I am in the right place? he prompted, finally, breaking the long silence. How could she not have recognised his voice? Soft, gravely and far too sexy for common decency... The Bookshop? You did call Dukes Yard about a broken window? And he glanced up at the window as if to say, well, one of us knows what theyre talking about.So that was all right.There wasnt the slightest sign of recognition.As far as she knew hed never known her name; hed always called her princess, for which shed been teased mercilessly, although never in his hearing.And back then shed been a skinny thirteenyear old in charity shop clothes, metalframed glasses years before Harry Potter made them fashionable and with her long hair in a childish pigtail, quietly shadowing her hero around the school.Except, of course, he hadnt been a hero.A hero wouldnt have just disappeared from her life without a word.Yes. She pulled herself together, ignoring the little tug of disappointment that, while hed made such a major impact on her, she hadnt even dented his memory. Refusing to regret that she hadnt made more effort with her appearance. Put on a little makeup. Done more than twist her hair up and impale it with a few pins. Yes, this is The Bookshop. But I dont need a knight errant, she said, at last finding her tongue and having no difficulty in resisting the irresistible rogue look now she was old enough to recognise it for what it was. I need a glazier, or at least someone who can replace the glass in that. She stepped out into the access lane that ran along the back of the shops to indicate the broken pane, bending down to pick up a piece of jagged glass, rather than continue staring at him.Leave that. He bent beside her, taking the glass of from her fingers.Startled, she looked up.Youll cut yourself.Oh, right. Thank you. No. He hadnt changed. He was heavier, of course, but all of it was muscle and there were lines carved into cheeks, fanning out from his eyes, adding character to his youthful good looks. But he was still the same Gregor McLeod and she had the weirdest feeling that as if, by looking at her wishlist of goals and ambitions, she had conjured him up out of her past.From the book Her Wishlist Bridegroom, by Liz FieldingImprint: Harlequin Romance (R) is a trademarks of the publisherProduct DescriptionHer WishList Bridegroom by Liz Fielding released on Jun 28, 2005 is available now for purchase.About the AuthorLiz Fielding was born with itchy feet. She made it to Zambia before her twentyfirst birthday and, gathering her own special hero and a couple of children on the way, lived in Botswana, Kenya and Bahrain. Seven of her titles have been nominated for RWAs Rita; and she has won the Best Traditional Romance in 2000, the British Romance Prize in 2005 and the Best Short Contemporary Romance in 2006.