Nancy Warren - A Valentine from Harlequin: Six Degrees of Romance

What if you gave six authors the same opening paragraph and let their imagination fly? Thats what weve done in A Valentine from Harlequin: Six Degrees of Romance!

Experience the variety Harlequin romance has to offer with this collection of novellas from six Harlequin series, including the passionate drama of Harlequin Presents, steamy encounters of Harlequin Blaze, spooky and sensual tales of Harlequin Nocturne, and more.

Collection includes novellas by Nancy Warren, Catherine Spencer, Margaret Moore, Maggie Shayne, Michele Hauf and Christine Bell.

I love romance novels. I adore modern-day quests or intrigue in ancient Rome; adventures in space (Star Trek always needed a little more romance); and being swept off my feet by a dashing knight or daring pirate. Whether I am looking for drama, passion, suspense or comedy, I can find it all in a romance. And a romance always delivers on its quintessential promise: no matter what agonies and challenges the hero and heroine must overcome, at the end there will be a happy ending!

I believe the optimistic, forward-looking, family-building nature of romance also explains why it is the best-selling genre of fiction. At the same time, some people question how different romance novels can be if they all have a happy ending. (If you are one of those people, please read my opening paragraph again. We have variety. Lots of it.) Because we receive this inquiry too often, especially when it comes to Harlequins series romance novels, we decided to take on this challenge directly and highlight how different our books can beeven if they all start with the same opening.

Thats right. Harlequin staff wrote the opening paragraph of a story and then asked six fantastic, challenge-loving romance writers to take it from there. And they did! We have a sexy Blaze, a passionate Presents, a thrilling romantic suspense, and more. We also included a steampunk story, which may be a subgenre that is new to many of you, but I hope you will enjoy Christine Bells tale as much as I do. (For those of you who are wondering what steampunk is, its a subgenre set in Victorian-era Britain where steam powers technological innovation. Think films like Sherlock Holmes with Robert Downey Jr.) I think after reading them all youll agree that like snowflakes, no two romances are ever the same.

Happy reading!

Malle Vallik

Director, Digital Publishing

Pulse Point

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Charlottes Angel

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

The Dukes Dilemma

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Dead Mans Woman

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Night of the Living Wed

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Bold as Brass

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Charlotte winced as an inebriated party-goer stepped on her foot, but she kept moving determinedly toward the doors that led to the balcony. The Duncans would be delighted with their party; it was clearly the event of the season, and their daughter had been successfully launched into society.

Unfortunately, the noise, the heat, and the crowd combined with Charlottes pounding headache to make her want to escape for a breath of fresh air. Reaching the balcony doors, she opened them to find two people engaged in a passionate kiss.

Im sorry. The words escaped her mouth before she realized it would have been better to make an exit without being noticed. The couple jumped apart.

Charlotte felt the blood drain from her face as she stared at her fianc. John! I thought you were dead!

Johns eyes narrowed as he peered at her through the gloom. He took a step away from the woman hed been necking, a step closer to her. Wishful thinking, Charlotte.

She crossed her arms over her red Valentino sheath, trying to cover the tell-tale pounding of her heart. I remember you saying something about us breaking up over your dead body, she reminded him acidly. Since were broken up, I assumed you must be dead.

John moved away from the woman and stepped closer, looking more gorgeous than such a lowlife should be allowed to look. If Id given you a set of knives for an engagement present instead of a ring, I would be dead.

As he spoke, she relived with devastating clarity the moment shed thrown her exquisitely cut engagement ring at himgiving him a rather exquisite cut of his own just above his left eyebrow. Anger had given her superhuman strengthand an aim she certainly hadnt shown in high school athletics.

The last time shed seen John hed chased her all the way down his hallway, blood seeping into his eye.

Residual anger glittered in his eyes. It ignited something inside her.

Of course, something usually ignited when they were close. Usually the bedsheets. Just the thought of the pair of them between luxurious cotton sheets had her poor overworked heart knocking itself out again as her libido spiked.

The truth sucked. She missed him.

Hed been unfaithful. He was a louse. He didnt deserve her. It was over.

But still, she missed him. Their engagement had been an unmitigated disasterwell, apart from burning up the sheets, but that wasnt enough to build a marriage on. There had to be trust. And faithfulness.

Why are you here? he asked her. The breeze blowing off Vancouvers English Bay was cool and soft with a hint of ocean; the stone balcony was warmed by a gas heater. She shivered, but not from cold. What was she doing here? She might have guessed hed be at the Duncan girls partyif only to flaunt his date under her nose. Sleazy two-timer.

I was invited, she said.

So was I, he replied, his eyes crinkling in that sexy way she loved. Perhaps the Duncans were trying their hand at matchmaking.

They probably got you mixed up with someone else.

He stared at her for a long moment. You look beautiful. His words floated softer than the brine-scented breeze to tease her ear and remind her of all the words hed whispered into her ear over the three years theyd known each other. Humorous words, teasing words, erotic words

I think Ill go inside andumpowder my nose, said the date theyd both forgotten about.

No, Sonya, thats not

She interrupted him with a gesture. Ill be right back.

Johns recent kissee nodded to Charlotte. Charlotte nodded back, feeling like a marionette placed on the wrong stage. The womans voice was oddly familiar and yet she was certain theyd never met.

The womanSonya, hed called herdisappeared through the French doors and they were alone.

John took a step forward.

She took a step back.

Why, oh why, did he have to be wearing a tuxedo when she saw him again? The crisp, dark lines, starched white linen shirt, and all those studs. Her eyes drifted closed for a moment as she heard the echo of studs popping and dancing across the polished wood of her living room floor one nightone of the many nightswhen theyd been crazy for each other.