Promo Excerpt-NATURAL PERSUASION-sensual contemp-Carol McPhee
Ever wonder about the stories behind the personal ads? Here is one of
The 'best before' date on Julia Reagan's biological clock is rapidly
approaching. In desperation, she responds to a personal column ad from
a rancher wanting a partner to produce an heir.
Jordan McIntyre needs an heir. A liaison with someone local is not in the
cards, hence he advertises for a woman to co-parent with him. When
Julie, who has been researching artificial insemination, applies, he
finds himself physically drawn to her. A normal male, he wants
intimacy. He invites her to his ranch, his intention being to convince
her their goals could be mutually achieved.
Resisting her attraction to Jordan , since he not interested in a deep emotional attachment, she
clings to her idea of artificial insemination, but sees a visit to his ranch as a way to persuade him to donate sperm to her cause. The question becomes: which one will succumb to the other's persuasion?
EXCERPT: "Hello, Dana? Can you come down? I really need to see you!"
Julie Reagan hand trembled while holding the receiver. "I've done
something so stupid I can't believe it."
"I'm on my way!"
Two minutes later, her heart beating ridiculously fast, Julie paced
the hall in front of her apartment threshold.
Dana, dark ponytail bobbing, breezed down the stairs and stepped
inside. "What this about being stupid? You're too methodical to do
Julie flipped back her coppery bangs and closed the door. Leaning
against the foyer wall she folded her arms. "Dana, did you see
yesterday personal column in the newspaper?"
When she nodded, Julie pointed to the edition spread wide on the
kitchen chrome table.
"I always read that column after I scan the front page. Some of the
letters are real dorky. Why do you ask?" Dana yanked out a chair and
plopped down. "Well? C'mon; out with it."
"I want you to read an interesting letter that in today." Julie slid
onto the chair opposite her friend.
"There usually are a few intriguing ones; that why I read them." Dana
raised an eyebrow. "Just be glad we're not so desperate we have to
advertise for a mate."
"Speak for yourself; you're engaged. No one rings my bell." Julie
hesitated, then stared straight into Dana questioning eyes. "One
letter was so compelling, I answered it."
"Tell me you're kidding." Dana sat up straight, her blue eyes widening
with disbelief. "You're not kidding. Which one did you answer? No, let
me guess." She hunched over the paper with keen interest, her finger
slowly guiding her through each block of letters.
Julie watched Dana concentration, then noticed her friend finger pause
and slide back up the column, landing on the very ad Julie had answered.
"That one!" Dana eyes sparkled with certainty.
"You're right. How did you know?"
Dana tamped down her enthusiasm and looked thoughtful. "Because you've
been talking about having a baby." She shifted her glance from the
paper to Julie face. "Did you give the guy your real name when you
wrote to him?"
"No. I signed it LFC."
"Good. What does that stand for?"
"Longing for children, which is what I am. I didn't want to give my name."
"At least this guy doesn't beat around the bush. He lays out what he
wants, and he not gross about it. You're direct by nature, too, Julie.
That why you picked this letter." Triumph shone in Dana eyes. "He says
he wants children. You're shy. Could you go to bed with a guy you
haven't known for a long time?"
"Dana, he doesn't say it has to be through intimacy. I can't imagine
sleeping with a stranger; I'm interested in Artificial Insemination.
Maybe he'd be willing to settle for being a sperm donor. He appears to
be straightforward, but there no way of telling what he has in mind
unless I meet him."
EXCERPT 2: Jordan decided his best vantage point to survey his next
personal ad applicant for producing his heir was from the front seat
of his rented black Cherokee. He parked it opposite the motel
restaurant entrance. The women he had previously interviewed had not
impressed him. Two shocked him with their blatant flaunting of sexual
expertise, one reeked of alcohol, one chattered incessantly, and the
other two lacked any sign of a pleasing personality. It was downright
discouraging to come all this way for nothing. I just want someone
easy to look at who would be compatible and cooperative. Ah... this
whole idea is absurd. What was I thinking when I let Cam talk me into
it? It nothing but a colossal waste of time.
Jordan thoughts ground to a halt as a taxi drew up to the restaurant
door and a tall woman leaped from the back seat. As soon as her feet
hit the ground, she screamed at the driver and flailed her arms in the
The furious female slammed the door, giving it a swift kick. The
vehicle lunged forward, spinning its tires. Jordan didn't think he
wanted to hear her words, judging by the explosiveness of her tantrum.
The wrinkled navy trench coat, dragging down to her ankle, projected a
scruffy appearance. A ridiculous floppy knit hat, pulled over her
ears, hid all but her reddish bangs and a few straggly ends of hair.
The largest sunglasses he had ever seen perched precariously on the
tip of her nose. Her slender finger quickly shoved them in place.
The thought crossed his mind that perhaps she was a bag lady, one of
those hapless creatures that roamed Vancouver streets with all of
their belongings crammed tightly into whatever they could find. The
large, beige cloth bag hanging over her shoulder swung wide as she
opened the door and entered the establishment.
Jordan waited, expecting to see the woman tossed out on her ear.
Scowling when it didn't happen, he glanced at his watch. Ten-twenty;
his lady was a no-show.
Disgruntled and tired, yet curious about the outlandishly dressed
patron, his parched throat called for a drink. Resigned to not meeting
with his prospect, he ambled across the parking lot and walked inside.
His eyes skimmed the cheery, crowded dining area to see what had
happened to his "bag lady." There she was--the only female
present--slouched in a booth facing the door. She had carelessly flung
the god-awful hat on the seat beside her. A mass of copper curls
tumbled in complete disarray onto her shoulders. With her head hung
low, Jordan couldn't see her face. Suddenly, a startling thought
crossed his mind. He inhaled sharply and walked in determined strides
to her table on the hunch she might be the woman he had scheduled to meet.
"Excuse me. LFC?" Hands clenched by his sides, he stared down at the
woman scrunched almost into a ball. She peered over the top of her
sunglasses and gasped. Her lips pursed into an inviting little "O" of
"Y-Yes," she croaked. She coughed to clear the scratchy sound and
whispered, "Are you, Mr. McIntyre?"
"I'm Jordan McIntyre." He tossed his Stetson onto the empty bench and
immediately squeezed in opposite her, trying to penetrate the
reflection from her dark glasses. "And you're real name is...?"
"Er... Julia... R-Reagan."
He tilted his head toward her. "Do you suppose you could remove those?"
She hesitated, looking around the room first, then pushed the
sunglasses to the top of her head. Stunned by the sea-green depth of
her almond-shaped eyes, he couldn't speak for a moment. He couldn't
even remember the initials he had just uttered. When he realized he'd
lost himself in her gaze, he came to his senses and leaned back,
running his forefinger around the neck of his blue pinstriped
buttoned-up shirt. This is the woman who wouldn't enclose a photograph
of herself? Unbelievable!
"This is a nicely decorated restaurant; have you been interviewing
other applicants here?" she asked with an eye-to-eye stare.
"No. I met the others downtown. I figured you for an introvert because
you didn't talk much on the phone. It seemed more suitable to pick
someplace quiet, yet not isolated. Anyway, I needed a change myself."
Jordan was glad he had chosen this pleasant setting as opposed to the
bland coffee shop where he had spent the last few hours. The
green-papered walls bursting with small pink and white flowers offered
a homespun atmosphere here. Just what he needed to rest his shattered
nerves. By the look of this woman fiddling with her purse strap, she
could stand to relax as well.
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