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that same old feelingbyjudith duncanDear Reader,The weather's warm, and here at Sensation, the reading's hot! OurHEARTBREAKER this month is a certain success: Judith Duncan's That Same OldFeeling. It's the second of her WIDE i'EN SPACES trilogy, featuring theMcCall family of Western Canada. Look for Eden McCall's book in August tocomplete the set but, meanwhile, sit back and enjoy Chase's and Devon'slong-term love affair. Chase is just the kind of man women adore, but whatdoes it take to make him settle down?Our THE MEN OF MIDNIGHT series concludes with MacDougall's Darling, EmilieRichards' third novel about the men born at the stroke of twelve and destinedfor love beyond their wildest dreams. And on top of this, there's a newnovel from favourite author Kathleen Eagle, who creates a vivid picture oflife as it really is for a modern Indian. Defender is a classic tale of asecret child and a love that never quite was.Finally, we have the first of a fabulous new mini-series, CODE NAME: DANGER.Night of the Jaguar is an action-packed, sexy tale of two people who nevershould have met but are clearly made for each other. And keep your eyes onthe secondary characters, Maggie and Adam, because you're going to be seeinga lot more of them as the series continues.It's a great month!The EditorsThat Same OldFeelingJUDITH DUNCANSILHOUETTEDID YOU PURCHASE THIS BOOK WITHOUT A COVER?If you did, you should be aware it is stolen property as it was reportedunsold and destroyed by a retailer. Neither the author nor the publisher hasreceived any payment for this book.All the characters in this book have no existence outside the imagination ofthe autho~r, and have no relation whatsoever to anyone bearing the same nameor names. They are not even distantly inspired by any individual known orunknown to the author, and all the incidents are pure invention.All rights reserved including the right of reproduction in whole or in partin any form. This edition is published by arrangement with HarlequinEnterprises H B. V. The text of this publication or any part thereof maynot be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic ormechanical, including photocopying, recording, storage in an informationretrieval system, or otherwise, without the written permission of thepublisher.This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of tradeor otherwise, be lent, resold, hired out or otherwise circulated without theprior consent of the publisher in any form of binding or cover other thanthat in which it is published and without a similar condition including thiscondition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.First published in Great Britain 1996 by Silhouette Books, Eton House, 18-24Paradise Road, Richmond, Surrey TW9 1SRJudith Mulho! land 1994Silhouette, Silhouette Sensation and Colophon are Trade Marks of HarlequinEnterprises II B. V.ISBN 0 373 07577 4Other novels by Judith Duncan Silhouette SensationA Risk Worth TakingBetter Than BeforeBeyond All ReasonWide Open Spaces18-9607Made and printed in Great BritainSeptemberCasper, l~omingChapterTo the good people of Bolton, Alberta, Chase McCall was something of anenigma. Tall, dark and handsome, he was all speed and danger and as wild asthe brones he rode, with no apparent regard for caution and even less regardfor his old man's money or opinion. He was all brash and dash, like theblack and chrome truck he drove, and he walked with the cocky swagger of aman who liked living on the edge. He had danger written all over him. Witheyes like the devil and a smile like sin, he spelled trouble,. and fathersmade sure their daughters were at home when he came to town.The battles between him and his father were legendary, as were most of hishell-raising escapades, but in spite of his wild, wild ways, it was commonknowledge that. Chase McCall was a man of his word, a man who never backedaway from a fight. It was also common knowledge that he was close to hishalf brother, Tanner McCall, old Bruce's bastard son by an Indian woman--ason Bruce had abandoned and ignored long before Chase was even born. Infact, some said it was because of Chase's refusal to bend to his father'sdemands to keep away from Tanner that Chase left home at eighteen and neverwent back. The good people of Bolton often speculated, now that old Bruce'shealth was starting to fail, if Chase would ever come home.Chase didn't give a damn what the good people of Bolton thought. He'd had abeHyful of his old man's power, his money, his bought-and-paid-for influence,and the only way anyone would ever get him back on the McCall ranch was in apine box.Now thirty-six, Chase had a freewheeling life-style that suited him. Anex-rod co bronc rider and all-around Canadian champion, he had retired fromactive competition after a series of injuries that damn near wrecked both hisshoulders. Tied to the action in the chutes, he started a business as astock contractor, supplying rough stock for major rodeos across the U. S.and Canada. He was a rodeo junkie. He had started going down the road whenhe just turned nineteen, and he'd never had any regrets--except one.But lately he'd been caught in a strange resflessness that had nothing to dowith moving on. He wasn't sure what was picking at him, except that he hadthis itch that wouldn't go away. And a chance encounter at the stock salehadn't helped. He'd run into Martin Blocker, an old neighbor from home, andthat meeting had kicked off all the same old feelings about Bolton, about hisold man, about the Bar M Ranch. About his one regret. And that itch ofdissatisfaction turned into a black, hungry mood.And that mood was why he was stopping off in Casper, Wyoming, instead ofbooting it through to his spread in Colorado. He was going to find himself ajug of Jack Daniel's, a dingy motel room, a down-on-your-luck country musicstation, and then he was going to drink himself under the table. Flipping onthe turn signal, he checked his side mirror and pulled over onto the shoulderto make the right-hand turn for the motel. Yeah, a meeting with old Jackwould take the edge off. Or he could say to hell with the bottle and go tothe big quarter horse show Martin had mentioned. It would ceItainly goeasier on his damned head. In more ways than one.Chase sat off from the crowd clustered in the middle of the stands, his legsstretched out in the aisle, his arms resting on the backs of the empty seatson either side of him. Amusement flickered in him as he watched two bucklebunnies hanging around the contestant gate below him, flirting with a coupleof young bucks on horses. Some things never changed. He'd seen enough ofthat kind of action when he was still chasing points on broncs--young studsfeeling their oats, pretty girls on pretty horses strutting their stuff. Onelooking for a gold ring, the other hoping for a little action. No wonderhe'd turned into such a black-hearted bastard.A voice came over the PA system announcing the parade of champions, and Chaseshifted his attention, cocking his ankle across his knee. He watched thefemale standard-bearers enter the arena, remembering a day when he would havebeen checking out the fannies in the saddles instead of the horseflesh underthem. He grinned to himself. Hell of a thing, getting old.Reconsidering the Jack Daniel's and dingy motel room, he slouched fartherdown in the seat and folded his arms, his Stetson pulled low over his eyes.Sometimes a man had to do what a man had to do. His interest sharpened whenthe reserve champion for the halter class was led in. A damned nice-lookingcolt--had one hell of a lot more potential, he thought, than the champion~ Hewatched as the horse was led around the ring, mentally recording thebloodlines and the stable. Might be worth checking into later. He watchedseveral of the other top horses enter the ring, his mind stuck somewherebetween neutral and low gear, absently acknowledging that the showphotographer knew what she was doing. The winner of the reining competitionwas announced and Chase swung his attention to the back of the arena,everything slamming to a dead stop when the horse and rider moved from theshadows into the light. ~The black stallion entered the arena in a showy, collected trot, its neck andtail arched, the perfectly proportioned head held with an arrogant stillness,the white socks and star in startling contrast to the gig ming black hide.This was blu~ribbon, championship horseflesh. The announcer read off a listof championships held by both the stallion and his progeny, and it becameclear that this wasn't only championship horseflesh--this was championshiphorseflesh that bred chamPi0,n. s~ hip hots0 fi . es. h. ,. ,~: But it wash t the stud with the eye-catching conformation that made Chasego dead still. It was the rider.- Feeling as if something had just slammed into his chest,~~ his gaze on her, his pulse suddenly heavy. She was right out of hisfantasies.She sat astride the stallion in flawless equitation, her body8till, almost as if she was the source of the collected hesS that wasapparent in her mount. She sat deep in the saddle, her long, long legsequally still, her body moving with the ease of a conditioned athlete, herhands controlling the spirited horse with an ease born of experience. Herblack hair was caught in a sedate twist at the nape of her neck, and she woreher black Stetson with a wid... [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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