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The One for Me

by Sydney Landon

ISBN: 9780451476227
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Mark DeSanto has never denied himself anything-especially in the bedroom. Rich, attractive, and successful, men envy him and women desire him. But when a sweet, guileless beauty faints at his feet, he suddenly finds himself wondering if it's time to look for something more lasting . . .

Until her divorce, Crystal Webber never knew what it was like to follow her heart. Now she wants to experience all life has to offer. So when she catches a glimpse of Mark DeSanto in the halls of Danvers International, she's instantly infatuated-and eager to join him for a walk on the wild side. Fainting at his feet wasn't her plan, but at least it got his attention . . .

But for the first time, Mark wants to take things slow, which-considering the electricity between them-may take far more willpower than he's ever had. Praise for the Danvers Novels

'Wonderful . . . Landon's foray into contemporary romance has just the right amount of angst, sass, sexiness, humor, and, of course, romance.' Fresh Fiction

'If you like the Cinderella-style story, this modern-day version is sure to be a hit.' Once Upon a Twilight

Author Biography

Sydney Landon is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the Danvers series, including Because of You, Watch Over Me, Always Loving You, and No Denying You. She lives in South Carolina with her husband and two children, who keep life interesting and borderline insane, but never boring. When she isn't writing, Sydney enjoys reading, swimming and being a mini-van driving soccer mom.

Review

Praise for the Danvers Novels

"Wonderful....Landon's foray into contemporary romance has just the right amount of angst, sass, sexiness, humor, and, of course, romance."--Fresh Fiction "If you like the Cinderella-style story, this modern-day version is sure to be a hit."--Once Upon a Twilight

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Praise for the Danvers Novels "Wonderful....Landon's foray into contemporary romance has just the right amount of angst, sass, sexiness, humor, and, of course, romance."--Fresh Fiction "If you like the Cinderella-style story, this modern-day version is sure to be a hit."--Once Upon a Twilight

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Mark DeSanto has never denied himself anything-especially in the bedroom. Rich, attractive, and successful, men envy him and women desire him. But when a sweet, guileless beauty faints at his feet, he suddenly finds himself wondering if it's time to look for something more lasting . . .

Excerpt from Book

Sweet Dreams Also by Sydney Landon Title Page Copyright Dedication Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen Chapter Fourteen Chapter Fifteen Chapter Sixteen Chapter Seventeen Chapter Eighteen Chapter Nineteen Chapter Twenty Chapter Twenty-one Chapter Twenty-two Chapter Twenty-three Chapter Twenty-four Epilogue Excerpt from No Denying You About the Author Chapter One There are just days that suck, Crystal Webber thought as she used one hand to rub her aching head and the other to clutch her cramping stomach. Why in the world had she come to work this morning? True, she hadn''t felt quite this sick when she''d left home, but she had been nauseous. She''d attributed it to skipping dinner the night before since she had fallen asleep on the sofa hours before her usual bedtime. Now, though, she could no longer avoid the fact that she was ill. Her boss, Lydia, had gone to lunch, so Crystal sent her an e-mail explaining the situation before getting shakily to her feet. She quickly grabbed the edge of her desk and held on until the room stopped spinning. "You can do this," she mumbled under her breath as she put one foot in front of the other. She was grateful for her recent promotion to assistant to the director of marketing at Danvers International. Otherwise, she would be struggling to make it through the cube farm where her last desk had been located. There was little to no privacy there and someone would have certainly noticed that she was weaving as if she''d had one too many drinks. Thank God, things were quieter on the management side of the hallway. She was relieved when the elevator doors opened as soon as she hit the DOWN button. The next few moments passed in something of a daze, and she had no idea that she''d actually made it to the sidewalk outside the building until the bright sunlight blinded her. As she blinked her eyes quickly to adjust, her stomach roiled alarmingly. The realization that she was going to be sick before she made it home had her so focused that she didn''t notice anyone standing beside her until a hand touched her arm. "Are you okay?" Crystal jumped aside in shock at the sound of the voice, whirling around to see Mark DeSanto looking down at her with concern-filled eyes. Please, no. Fate couldn''t be evil enough to throw the coworker she''d lusted after for months into her path at this moment. Not today of all days . Using the last reserves of her strength, she pushed her shoulders back and attempted to give him a bright smile. "I''m fine," she replied in a voice that sounded scratchy, even to her own ears. He gave her a skeptical look and then, before she could do anything to stop it, the unthinkable happened. Her body went into a full revolt, and almost in slow motion, she threw up on a pair of shoes that likely cost more than her Volkswagen Beetle. Words of apology rose to her lips but before she could utter them, her world dimmed and then turned black. As consciousness slipped away from her, all she could think was that she''d met the man of her dreams face-to-face and she wasn''t going to live long enough to do a damn thing about it. * Mark DeSanto stood on the sidewalk in shock with the now-limp body of the woman who had just moments before ruined his favorite pair of Tom Ford shoes in his arms. He knew the effect that he had on most women. Hell, he''d had more than a few swoon at his feet, but the whole throwing-up thing was completely new. He had no idea what to do now with the unconscious woman whose weight he was supporting. It wasn''t as if he could just lay her on one of the nearby benches for someone else to find--could he? No, he discounted that option, despite how appealing it sounded. When he''d seen her staggering out the door, he should have turned the other way and left her to be someone else''s problem. He had walked out the doors of Danvers just steps behind her. Normally he preferred tall blondes with the occasional redhead thrown in for variety, so she wasn''t his usual type. However, as if drawn by some unseen force, he had found himself reaching out and touching her arm, wanting a glimpse of the face that belonged to the enticing body. But he''d caught glimpses of the woman he followed down the sidewalk in the hallways and lobby of the office many times in recent months. For some reason, she was always turning away by the time he became aware of her presence. He''d recognize her ass anywhere because that was the body part usually facing him as she walked in the opposite direction. She was petite but had curves in all of the right places. Her long brown hair hung in loose waves that stopped just inches from her delectable backside. Today, she was wearing a black skirt that reached her knees, but the slit in the middle had shown shapely thighs as she''d moved unsteadily. When she had lifted an arm, rubbing her neck, the top she wore had edged up, revealing a hint of skin. She seemed to be everywhere lately, and he was ready to meet his mystery woman so that he could move on. Anything beyond that was doubtful. He didn''t like to muddy the waters where he worked. That was not to say he''d never made an exception, but he tried not to. When she''d jerked around to face him a few moments ago, he''d felt a jolt of electricity shoot through his body. He wasn''t a man prone to romantic foolishness, but there had been songs written to describe women like her. Wide eyes close to violet in color. Plump pink lips that made a man''s cock sit up and take notice, and a flawless peaches-and-cream complexion that some paid millions for but never achieved. He had still been gaping at her as she''d assured him that she was fine before she further shocked him by vomiting and promptly passing out. She had been seconds away from her beautiful face meeting the unforgiving concrete when he''d caught her. As he stood with her light weight in his arms, a black Bentley sedan pulled to the curb. His driver, Denny--who was also his cousin on his mother''s side of the family--got out of the car gawking as if in disbelief of what he was seeing. As far as the employer/employee relationship, theirs was very informal. They''d grown up together, and although Mark''s family had money from the DeSanto side, Denny''s did not. So years ago Denny had proposed that he become Mark''s driver and assistant when Mark had taken over the family business, and it had worked well for both of them. Mark compensated Denny more than probably anyone employed in a similar position, but he trusted him implicitly. "I''m almost afraid to ask what you did to that girl, but if I''m going to become some kind of accessory, then I guess I need to know." Denny sighed in resignation. Walking toward his driver in shoes that sloshed with every step, Mark shook his head helplessly. "I have no idea. She was weaving as she walked, and then she got sick and fainted." Denny wrinkled up his nose as the smell finally reached him. "Shouldn''t we do something with her? I mean, do you think she''s drunk?" "How in the hell am I supposed to know?" he snapped. "I didn''t smell any alcohol, and it''s barely midday. Also, she just left Danvers, so it seems unlikely." "Then we need to get a doctor. She obviously has something wrong with her," Denny pointed out. Rolling his eyes, Mark said, "You think? Open the car door so I can get her inside." Denny jogged ahead and had the door ajar when Mark reached him. "Here, you''re going to have to hold her for a minute. Then you can give her back to me when I''m inside." Denny held his hands up, trying to back away. "She''s got puke on her. Can''t you just get in with her? There''s no need to ruin both of our clothes." "Oh, for God''s sake, Denny, I''ll get you a new suit. Just take her for one second." Mark couldn''t believe how hard it was for two men to juggle such a tiny woman. Finally, as Denny gently handed her off to him and shut the door, Mark slumped against the leather seat with her curled against him. Since he had no idea of her name, he rubbed his hand along her leg as he said, "Angel, open those eyes and look at me so I''ll know you''re okay." He continued to say variations of the same thing as Denny started driving. He had almost given up when she finally shifted in his arms. Suddenly, the violet eyes that had captivated him earlier were staring at him with an expression that was hard to decipher. He was too stunned to react when she lifted her hand and stroked it down the side of his face. "Oh, Mark, it''s you--can we please have sex this time before I wake up?" No sooner had she finished the question than her head dropped back to his chest. If not for the soft snore that emitted from her mouth, he would have been checking her for a pulse. He was chuckling at her words when it hit him. She''d called him by name. His angel wasn''t deliriously asking for sex from a stranger. He had no idea who she was, but for the first time in so very long, he was interested in knowing more. This beauty seemed different from most of the women he''d met and with whom he had enjoyed a few hours of pleasure. As soon as she was conscious and coherent, he intended to find out who she was. She''d already accomplished something that no one had in years. Chapter Two Crystal rolled over in bed, wincing at the wave of pain that one movement seemed to have cause

Product Details

Author
Sydney Landon
Short Title
1 FOR ME
Pages
304
Publisher
Signet Book
Language
English
ISBN-10
0451476220
ISBN-13
9780451476227
Media
Book
Format
Mass Market Paperback
Year
2016
Subtitle
A Danvers Novel
Country of Publication
United States
Series
Danvers Novels
Publication Date
2016-06-01
Series Number
8
Audience
General/Trade