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Hunter Reviews For THE LYON'S HEART by Peggy Hunter The Lyon’s Heart was a believable tale of what someone may do so as not to appear lacking. I fully could feel Bernie’s pain at the pity and hurtful words shown to her by her sisters. In fact, Bernice was a better woman than I; I would have decked both sisters right in the mouth. Richard was a joy to explore. I loved how a tiny woman in silver moon boots tamed his Lyon heart. Sample Chapter For THE LYON'S HEART by Peggy Hunter “Richard?” Rick looked down at the woman standing in front of him. His eyes narrowed as they slid over her. He took in the bright red wool hat plastered over her head, the overstuffed polyester coat and the—holy shit, did they still make them?—silver moon boots. Fuck! What had he been talked into? He was told he’d spend a week at Carte Blanche Ski Resort with a beautiful woman. God! He hoped the woman was a messenger sent by the goddess who desperately needed his help. His eyes washed over the crowded ski resort lobby, hoping to find the person who had sent her. “Are you Richard?” the woman repeated impatiently. His gaze slid back to her. The huge sunglasses she wore covered the upper part of her face and were fogged up after having come in from the cold January weather. He couldn’t even see her eyes. “Yeah, I’m Rick,” he finally replied. “Well, thank God,” she told him. Her next words crushed any thoughts he’d had of the sweet sex he’d hoped for while taking a well-deserved vacation from work. “I’m Bernice Gavin,” she supplied. “When we are with my family, you can call me Bernie but other than that, I want you to refer to me as Bernice.” “Are you sure you don’t
want me to call you Miss Gavin?” he asked sarcastically. When he took the card, she turned and walked toward the elevators. Cordelia, you fucking bitch! He pulled his cell phone out of his coat pocket and dialed her number. This is Cordelia Von Helt. I can’t take your call right now, but leave a message and I’ll get back to you. Beep! “Cor,” Rick said into his phone, “you have a lot of explaining to do. What’s with the cow you saddled me with?” His twin brother had warned him that their family friend, the wealthy and eccentric Cordelia Von Helt, just might attempt to set him up with a life partner. So when Cordelia asked him to help a dear friend of hers by playing her fiancé for a few days, Rick knew what she was up to. Considering the matchmaking she’d done in the past, Rick thought he was in for a good time…a luscious woman in his bed for a few days. Cordelia believed there was someone for everyone and when it came to his brother, her beliefs were proven right. But Rick knew that no woman would ever hold his heart for any length of time. After all, he was Richard Lyons…often referred to as Richard the Lyon-Hearted. He’d earned the title in both business, and in pleasure. And he wasn’t about to change for anyone. Drake’s words echoed in his mind. Once Cordelia has her mind set on finding the perfect woman for you, there’s no stopping her. And Drake would know. He’d been set up with Rick’s secretary, Tara. “Are you coming, or what?” Rick snapped his cell phone closed and pushed it into his pocket as he looked at the woman waiting at the elevator. Oh, you are so going to pay for this, Cordelia! Rick reached for his luggage and slowly walked through the crowd milling around the lobby of the popular ski resort. The woman gazed at him with a certain measure of impatience. “Hurry up,” she said. “The elevator is almost here.” Oh yeah. Just try to explain your way out of this one, Cordelia! * * * * Bernie led the way from the elevator to their room on the fifth floor knowing that he followed close behind her. Her muscles tightened, her skin prickled. Damn it all! When she asked Cordelia for help, she hadn’t expected someone like Richard Lyons to show up! She had a few choice words for Cordelia the next time she talked to the woman. All she’d done was ask her to find someone to play the part of her fiancé while she was on her annual holiday at the Carte Blanche Resort with her two sisters and their husbands. She slid her keycard in the door lock and twisted the knob to get inside. She couldn’t believe Rick was still in tow. Surely he’d have enough brains to simply say screw it and walk away. Still, the fact he followed her into the well-appointed room offered some comfort. Since her sisters were expecting to meet her fiancé, that he’d come this far gave her hope he would give her the opportunity to talk him into staying to play the part. Just how she’d talk an icon like Richard Lyons into it was something she’d have to figure out later. Bernie took a deep breath and tossed her bag on top of the black leather sofa. She slipped her hand into her coat pocket and pulled out a folded sheet of paper. “Here,” she said, shoving it at him. “This is a list of things you’ll need to know before we meet my sisters later for dinner. Memorize all of it. The last thing I need is for them to ask questions you can’t answer properly.” He removed his ski jacket and tossed it on the bed before he took the sheet of paper from her. She swallowed a lump in her throat as he slowly unfolded the paper and sat on the edge of the bed. Dressed in tight blue jeans and a winter white wool sweater, Richard Lyons looked as good as every picture she’d ever seen of the wealthy land developer. Dark brown hair, swept back from his chiseled face, gleamed under the light over the bed. His light green eyes focused on the paper in his hands, his thick brows lowered slightly in concentration. And, oh man, that firm, dimpled chin. Bernie always was a sucker for a dimpled chin. If only someone like him would take an interest in a woman like her. The poor guy probably owed Cordelia a lot of money. Why else would he be here? “I have to take a shower,” she told him. She pulled the sleeve of her heavy coat back and glanced at her watch. “We have about an hour before we have to meet my sisters in the dining room.” When he raised his head to look at her, Bernie was almost certain he was going to tell her he wanted nothing to do with it and walk out. She ran to the bathroom hoping she’d get there before he could utter a word. She pushed the door closed and pressed her back against it. The sound of her polyester coat sliding against the door made her moan. In her haste to get into the bathroom, she’d forgotten to take her hat, coat and boots off, not to mention, she hadn’t taken her suitcase in with her. Now what? She was too afraid to go back out to get her bag and there wasn’t a great deal of time to prepare to meet her two younger sisters. She closed her eyes, wishing there was an easy answer to all her problems. As far as the shower was concerned, she’d simply have to get back into the clothes she was wearing and retrieve the ones she wanted to wear for dinner after. If only everything could be that easy. If only she had never tried to save face by telling her sisters she was engaged. She loved them so very much but the constant needling about her personal life was more than she could bear. As the oldest of the three, she’d been forced to take on a ton of responsibility at a young age. She’d given up so much so her sisters would have a good life. If only they could see that. Bernie sighed and pushed off the door. Hashing over past memories and recent mistakes wouldn’t do anything to solve the problem. She had to take a quick shower and then go back out to face the man who she would call her fiancé for the next few days. * * * * Rick looked down at the list on the paper. He shook his head lightly at the information he’d been told to memorize. Bernice Elaine Gavin, twenty-nine, five foot five, one hundred twenty-three pounds. Address: 2231 Huronia Boulevard East, Apartment 501, Oshawa, Ontario. Marital Status: single. Occupation: writer. Rick tossed the paper aside. The woman had been so anxious to get away, that she’d locked herself in the bathroom without even taking that ridiculous overblown coat off. He didn’t have to look at her itemized list to know she had nothing that interested him. And her brisk, pushy mannerisms didn’t help either. Why help her? What could possibly be in it for him? He got up from the bed and grabbed his coat. Fuck it. I’m outta here! Rick picked up his suitcase and headed out the door. As he waited at the elevator, two women approached and stood to his left. He eyed them before he turned his gaze to the lights above the elevator. “Do you really believe Bernice is engaged?” “Sure I do. About as much as I believe you really are a blond.” Rick slid his gaze toward the two women again. They stood huddled together, one with rich auburn hair, the other, bleach blonde. They giggled as the redhead continued. “I still say Bernice is a lesbian.” The blonde’s giggle grated on Rick’s nerves. “I doubt even a woman would want her. She’s always been such a party pooper.” “Be fair,” the redhead said. “Bernice didn’t have an easy time raising us after Mom and Dad died. If it wasn’t for her, we’d have been in foster care.” “I thought I was being more than fair,” the blonde replied. “Just because she carried some responsibility doesn’t mean she had to be so damn tight-assed.” “True,” the redhead said. “All I know is that I can’t wait to meet the mystery man. I’m betting he’s a computer geek.” “Complete with a pocket liner and tape on his glasses,” the blonde said. Both laughed heartily as the elevator door opened. Rick took a step back and waved to them. “Go ahead,” he said graciously. Both women smiled at him as they stepped inside the elevator. Rick couldn’t believe that he continued to stand there as the door began to close. The blonde leapt forward and kept the elevator door from closing. “Aren’t you going down, too?” Rick sighed. “I forgot something.” He stood back as the elevator door closed. Yeah, he’d forgotten something. He’d forgotten his fucking mind! Why the hell would he consider going back when he knew the next few days with Bernice Gavin would be miserable? Cordelia! You are so fucking dead when I get my hands on you! Rick had never played the part of Good Samaritan in his life and while he had no desire to start now, he couldn’t deny that he felt a twinge of something when he heard the two women talk about Bernice. It was a pretty safe guess that he’d just seen the two sisters she was so anxious to impress. Rick wasn’t sure what the feeling was but he guessed it was sympathy. Not unlike the feelings he had when Cordelia’s beloved husband, Hendrik, died. He recalled how the delicate, older woman had fallen into his arms when he walked through the door of her mansion. He held her close as she sobbed. He couldn’t find the words to comfort her, didn’t know how to reply when she asked how she could possibly go on alone. Yep, it was definitely sympathy. The feeling he’d had just moments before felt less intense than the last time he felt it, but there was no denying he wished he could fix the problem. Just as he wished he could bring Hendrik back for Cordelia, he wanted to make damn sure Bernice wasn’t exposed to further humiliation when she faced her sisters. Rick reached into his coat pocket and retrieved the keycard. He slid it into the lock and walked inside the room. The bathroom door was still firmly closed. He noticed the suitcase she had tossed onto the leather sofa. He grinned as he sat down on the matching armchair facing the closed bathroom door. She’d have to come out of there sooner or later and when she did, he intended to put her through her paces. This could get very interesting. He may not like the situation he’d been tossed into, but he might as well make the best of it and have a little fun. |