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What happens in Vegas doesn’t always stay there, as New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Rachel Gibson delightfully demonstrates in her smart and sexy romance, Any Man of Mine. The story of a successful wedding planner whose world is turned upside-down when the man she once impetuously married in a quickie Las Vegas ceremony bursts unexpectedly back into her life, Any Man of Mine is pure joy—a beautiful marriage of the wit, heart, and sensuality that is a hallmark of two-time RITA® Award winner Gibson, solidifying her equal standing among Jennifer Crusie, Susan Elizabeth Phillips, and Nora Roberts as the crème de la crème of contemporary romance fiction.
384 pages, Kindle Edition
First published April 26, 2011


"He’d seen her naked, but her body really wasn’t anything special. Wasn’t his type. He liked tall, thin women with large breasts. Always had been drawn to the overblown."
"There wasn’t anything overtly sexy about Autumn. Not what she wore nor how she stood. Not even the way her shirt pulled across her breasts and distorted the wiener dog on front, kind of lifting his back end higher up her chest while his head was stuck under her right breast. In her dog shirt and slippers, she looked like a mom, and Sam had never been attracted to moms."

"He was only concerned with himself and, as far as he was concerned, why have an unattractive woman in the house if he could hire someone nice to look at? It just made perfect sense."
“We should get married.”
“Are you kidding?”
He shook his head. “No. It just feels right.”
“Say yes.”
“Yes.”
He smiled, and within an hour, they were Mr. and Mrs. Samuel LeClaire.

“You said you’d have him here at noon.”
“I said ish.”
“What?”
“I said noon-ish.”
The tick in her eye moved to the center of her forehead.
“What is that? Some sort of special Sam time? While the rest of the world lives and operates in time zones, you’re special and operate in ish?”
He smiled like he thought she was funny. “I wanted to spend a little more time with him, Autumn. There’s nothing wrong with wanting to spend a little time with my son.”
He made it sound so reasonable. “You’re an hour and a half late. I thought something might have happened.”
“Sorry you were worried.”
That wasn’t good enough. Besides, she didn’t believe him. He threw the word around, but he didn’t mean it. Sam was never sorry about anything. “When you didn’t show up, I called.”
He nodded. “I forgot my phone at home. When we got back, I saw that you’d phoned.”
“What? You didn’t think to return my call? To let me know Conner was okay?”
He folded his big arms over his equally big chest.
“It occurred to me, but by the way you blew up the phone with all your calls, I knew you’d chew my ass. Just like you’re dying to do right now. And to tell you the truth, I’m never going to purposely call anyone who’s dying to chew my ass.”
She took a deep breath and glanced up at the big window and Conner’s little face glued to the glass.
Holding on to her control by a thread, she calmly said,
“You’re immature and irresponsible.”
“Well, sweetheart, I’ve never said I wasn’t irresponsible. But you’re too controlling.”
“He’s my son.”
“He’s my son, too.”
“He’s your son when it’s convenient for you.”
“Well, it was convenient today. Get over it.”



"You covered my name with wings." He raised her hand and kissed her pulse. "Does that mean you think I'm an angel?"This signals a tipping point in which he starts to see himself as part of a family. His family. But Autumn does not fall in weakly,
She laughed, "A dark angel from hell."
"There you go again, trying to charm me into falling in love with you."
"What if I fall in love with you?" His hand slid up and cupped her breast.
Her gaze met his. "You won't."
He didn't like the way she said it. As if it wasn't possible. As if he wasn't capable of falling in love with a woman. As if he wasn't capable of loving her."
"You are the pinch in my heart. The catch in my breath. The reason my stomach tumbles..."And I did tumble...
but isn't as fulfilling as
. 