Jennifer Greene
Wild in the Field
The first book in the Scent of Lavender series, 2003
Dear Reader,
Thank you for choosing Silhouette Desire-where passion is guaranteed in every read. Things sure are heating up with our continuing series DYNASTIES: THE BARONES. Eileen Wilkss With Private Eyes is a powerful romance that helps set the stage for the daring conclusion next month. And if its more continuing stories that you want-we have them. TEXAS CATTLEMANS CLUB: THE STOLEN BABY launches this month with Sara Orwigs Entangled with a Texan.
The wonderful Peggy Moreland is on hand to dish up her share of Texas humor and heat with Baby, Youre Mine, the next installment of her TANNERS OF TEXAS series. Be sure to catch Peggys Silhouette Single Title, Tanners Millions, on sale January 2004. Award-winning author Jennifer Greene marks her much-anticipated return to Silhouette Desire with Wild in the Field, the first book in her series THE SCENT OF LAVENDER.
Also for your enjoyment this month, we offer Katherine Garberas second book in the KING OF HEARTS series. Cinderellas Christmas Affair is a fabulous it could happen to you plot guaranteed to leave her fans extremely satisfied. And rounding out our selection of delectable stories is Awakening Beauty by Amy J. Fetzer, a steamy, sensational tale.
More passion to you!
Melissa Jeglinski
Senior Editor, Silhouette Desire
To Lar-
For letting me rescue even the impossibly ugly dogs, cats and critters over the years.
Dont worry, love.
Ill never tell anyone what a softie you are.
Once a month, Pete MacDougal braced for a full-scale rebellion. And once every month, he got it.
Only the nature of the weapons and attacks varied. The look on the faces of his fourteen-year-old sons was always the same: A never-give-in-determination in the eyes, an unrelenting stubbornness in the chins, a cocky attitude written on their every feature.
It was bad enough to have two teenagers in the house, worse yet to have twins, but the real insult was that the kids took after him. It just wasnt fair.
Look, Dad. You just dont get it. Youre missing the point of living without women. Were supposed to be free.
Uh-huh, Pete said, and from his key position in the front hall, slapped a mop and bucket in Simons hands. His sidekick-and Sean was the absolute spitting image of his brother except for one errant cowlick-was trying to slowly back away from the vacuum.
Come on, Dad. Remember about free? Were supposed to be free to be ourselves. Free to not eat vegetables. Free to not do dishes until we run out. Free to wear our boots in the house. Free to live how we want.
The vacuum nozzle was slapped into Seans hand-but Simon elbowed in front of him. You always said we should think for ourselves, remember, Dad? Well, we finally got a day off from school because of the blizzard, so I think the last thing we should be doing is cleaning.
Sean accidentally let the vacuum nozzle drop. And, like, whats the point, you know? As soon as you clean, the dirt comes right back. Whats wrong with dirt anyway? I like dirt. Simon likes dirt. Gramps likes dirt. Youre the only one-
Dirt keeps the women away, right, Dad? Like an apple keeps the doctor awa-
Enough. Ive had it with the lip. Pete knew hed lose his temper. He always did. The only question every month was when. I dont want to hear another word. Unless you both want to be grounded for the rest of your lives, the floors are getting washed and the carpets vacuumed. And the bathrooms-hell, the health department wouldnt go near your bathroom upstairs. It stinks. Now move it-
Im not doing the bathroom, Sean told his brother.
Well, Im sure not-
Petes voice raised. BOTH bathrooms upstairs. And I want all towels and dirty clothes down the chute- He saw the bucket crash down on Simons head, followed by the mop cracking over Seans. Yowls followed-both of them sounded like tomcats auditioning for a back alley fight. The yowls inspired more blows, followed by desperate claims of pain, followed by pokes and giggles and more desperate claims of pain.
NOTHING is going to get you out of chores, do you hear me? And I dont care if it takes until midnight-this house is getting cleaned up. If I have to knock your heads together-
Both kids knew damn well he never had and never would knock their heads together, but usually the threat got their attention. It didnt work this afternoon. The senior MacDougal unfortunately chose that moment to poke his head over the banister. Ian leaned heavily on his cane and looked more frail by the week, but he offered full-bellowed support to the boys on the benefit of dirt and the joys of life without women. Ian MacDougal was inarguably the most worthless grandfather this side of Poughkeepsie. Worthlessbut popular. The boys immediately begged their grandfather to take their side against their slave-driving, cruel, unfair, uncaring, unreasonable father.
Im so sick of hearing this malarkey every month that I could punch a wall. The place is a sty. There is NO argument, and that goes for you, too, Dad. Now, all of you, GET TO IT.
Well, they finally budged, but whether the old farmhouse would end up destroyed or cleaned, Pete wasnt sure. The boys clattered upstairs, dragging tools and utensils to make the maximum possible racket. The minute they were out of sight, a series of dramatic noises followed. The source of the noises wasnt clear, but seemed a possible cross between trumpeting elephants, screaming banshees, bloodthirsty soldiers and whining brothers. A stereo blared on, followed by a television-both played at volumes that could be heard over a vacuum cleaner. Or a sonic boom, Pete mused.
He almost missed the sound of the doorbell-actually, he almost didnt recognize it. No one used a doorbell in White Hills, Vermont-at least not at the MacDougal house. Particularly on a snow-stormy day in March when even the sturdiest New England farmer was holed up inside.
When he yanked open the front door, fistfuls of snow were hurled in his face, which didnt shock him half as much as his visitor.
Pete? I need to ask you a favor.
Well, sure. Come on in. The Campbells had the neighboring property-in fact, the Campbells and the MacDougals had probably come over on the same ship from Scotland a million generations before. Long before the American Revolution, for damn sure. The MacDougals tended to raise sons, where the Campbells favored having daughters. Pete had grown up with three Campbell sisters himself, had gone to school with Violet.
Hey, Dad! Whos at the do-? Sean started to scream down the stairs, galloped halfway, then saw who was standing in the doorway. Hey, Ms. Campbell, he said at a lower decibel level.
Hey, Sean.
Sean disappeared. The vacuum died. The stereo died. The TV died. All signs of life silenced. They were all afraid of Violet Campbell. Violet was Well, Pete wasnt sure how to explain Violet to his kids. Shed always seemed normal in high school, but a few years ago, shed come back home after a divorce with the brains of a poodle. Like now, on a day colder than a witchs heart, she wore her blond hair flowing down her back, flighty boots, earrings almost too big to make it through the doorway and a pretty purple coat that couldnt keep a goose warm. She was about one hundred pounds of froufrou, and on sight threw Petes all-male household into a panic attack.
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