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Smooth Talking Stranger

Smooth Talking Stranger, April 2009
by Lisa Kleypas

St. Martin's Press
Featuring: Ella Varner; Jack Travis
384 pages
ISBN: 0312351666
EAN: 9780312351663
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"The Accidental Mom, The Baby, and The Playboy"

Fresh Fiction Review

Smooth Talking Stranger
Lisa Kleypas

Reviewed by Stacey Hayman
Posted June 22, 2009

Romance Contemporary

Ella Varner left Houston to get some physical and emotional distance between herself and her family, but maybe Austin wasn't far enough. A phone call from her Mom about her sister Tara having had a baby boy and then disappearing is more than a little shocking, it's alarming. Candy's ready to give the baby to Social Services unless Ella comes to get him and Ella knows she means it. Ella's boyfriend Dane thinks Ella should stop trying to fix her family's problems and let it go. But this is her sister's baby, how can she ignore that? Going back to Houston, looking for Tara and for the baby's father is the only thing Ella can think to do. Arriving to claim the baby, Ella is struck by his helplessness and falls a little bit in love.

The name at the top of the list of potential fathers is serial dater Jack Travis. Growing up in Houston, Ella knows of the wealthy and powerful Travis family, but if Jack is Luke's father it won't stop her from making him take responsibility. Showing up at Jack's business, Ella talks her way into Jack's office to ask for a paternity test. Jack 's agrees, not because he thinks he's Luke's dad, but because there's something about Ella that's intrigued him in a way he's never been intrigued before. The next morning Tara resurfaces long enough to tell Ella she's gone to a clinic to "rest" for the next three months and Jack couldn't be the father because they never slept together. But Jack's still interested and helps them find a place to stay in Houston plus an interview with the Megachurch preacher who might Luke's dad. And all this time, Ella doesn't seem to realize Jack might be interested in her. She's been so reluctant to really fall in love, this man is shaping up to be dangerous territory for Ella. Accepting help, allowing people to get close, and being in love, are things she couldn't and wouldn't do before. When she finally realizes how important Luke and Jack have become to her is the moment she loses them both. Tara is taking Luke back and Jack's been in accident that may have been fatal. What can she do?

The banter between Ella and Jack is charming and will cause readers to laugh out loud, but it's the way Ella interacts with Luke that adds a real tenderness to the story. It's easy to root for all involved so the happy ending is especially appreciated. Smart, funny, touching, sweet, and satisfying are just a few of the words to describe this special entry into the Travis family series, starting with Sugar Daddy, continuing with Blue-Eyed Devil and surely to be completed by the youngest son's story in a forthcoming novel. You don't have to read both previous books, but you'll want to and then you'll want to reread SMOOTH TALKING STRANGER just because it's that good.

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Ella Varner has it all--a successful career as an advice columnist, a handsome boyfriend, and a circle of friends in Austin. When anyone has a problem, Ella knows the answers.

But one night she receives a call that changes everything. And as Ella's world is turned upside-down, she meets a man who is the opposite of everything she ever wanted . . . a man who will offer her the most irresistible challenge she has ever known . . .


Aware of a figure approaching from one of the hallways that branched out from the office reception area, I turned gratefully. I assumed it was the receptionist. Instead I saw three men were walking out, all dressed in dark, expensive-looking suits. One of them was fair and slim, the other short and a bit portly, and the third was the most striking man I had ever seen.

He was tall and lean, all hard muscle and easy masculinity, with dark eyes and heavy, well-cut black hair. The way he carried himself—the confidence in his walk, the relaxed set of his shoulders—proclaimed that he was accustomed to being in charge. Pausing in mid- conversation, he gave me an alert look, and my breath caught. A blush crept over my face, and a hectic pulse began at the front of my throat.

One glance and I knew exactly who and what he was. The classic alpha male, the kind who had spurred evolution forward about five million years ago by nailing every female in sight. They charmed, seduced, and behaved like bastards, and yet women were biologically incapable of resisting their magic DNA.

Still staring at me, he spoke in a deep voice that raised gooseflesh on my arms. "I thought I heard a baby out here."

"Mr. Travis?" I asked crisply, jostling my whimpering infant nephew.

He gave a short nod.

"I hoped I might catch you between meetings. I'm Ella. From Austin. Ella Varner. I need to talk to you briefly."

The receptionist came from another hallway, plastic baby bottle in hand. "Oh God," she muttered, hurrying forward. "Mr. Travis, I'm sorry."

"It's okay," Travis said, gesturing for her to give me the bottle, which she had warmed in the office microwave.

I took it, shook a few drops on my wrist, and shoved the nipple into the baby's mouth. Luke grunted in satisfaction and fell into a busy, sucking silence.

Looking back up into Travis's eyes, which were as dark and rich as blackstrap molasses, I asked, "May I speak with you for a few minutes?"

Travis studied me thoughtfully. I was struck by the contradictions about him, the expensive clothes and bold good looks, the sense of unpolished edges. He was unapologetically masculine in a way that suggested you should either scramble to get on his good side or get the hell out of his way.

I couldn't help contrasting him with my boyfriend Dane, whose golden handsomeness and jaw-softening stubble had always been so soothing and approachable. There was nothing soothing about Jack Travis. Except maybe his deep sugar-maple baritone.

"That depends," Travis said easily. "You gonna try to sell me something?" He had a heavy Texas accent, the kind in which dropped g's hit the floor like summer hailstones.

"No. It's a personal matter."

A touch of offhand amusement lurked in the corners of his mouth. "I usually save personal matters for after five," he told me.

"I can't wait that long." I took a deep breath before adding boldly, "And I should warn you that if you get rid of me now, you'll have to deal with me later. I'm very persistent."

The trace of a smile lingered on his lips as he turned to the other men. "Would y'all mind waiting for me at the bar on the seventh floor?"

"No hardship," one of them said in a brisk British accent. "We never mind loitering in the bar. Shall I order for you, Travis?"

"Yeah, I don't expect this'll take long. Dos Equis, lime wedge, no glass."

As the men left, Jack Travis turned his full attention to me. Although I was medium height, hardly a short woman, he towered over me. "My office." He motioned for me to precede him. "Last door on the right."

Carrying Luke, I went to the corner office. A large fanned wedge of windows revealed the skyline, where relentless sunlight ricocheted off a stand of glass-skinned buildings. In contrast to the sterile reception area, the office was comfortably cluttered, with deep leather chairs and piles of books and folders, and family pictures in black frames.

After positioning a chair for me, Travis half-sat on his desk, facing me. His features were emphatically defined, the nose straight and substantial, the jaw nearly lacerating in its precision.

"Let's make this fast, Ella-from-Austin," he said. "I got a deal on the stringer, and I'd rather not keep those guys waiting."

"You're going to manage property for them?"

"Hotel chain." His gaze flickered to Luke. "You might want to tilt that bottle; she's getting air."

I frowned and adjusted the bottle upward. "It's a boy. Why does everyone assume he's a girl?"

"He's wearing Hello Kitty socks." There was a distinct note of disapproval in his voice.

"They were the only ones available in his size," I said.

"You can't put a boy in pink socks."

"He's only a week old. Do I have to worry about gender bias already?"

"You really are from Austin, aren't you?" he asked wryly. "How can I help you, Ella?"

The task of explaining was so considerable, I hardly knew where to start. "Just so you're prepared," I said in a businesslike tone, "the story I'm going to tell you ends with a stinger."

"I'm used to that. Go on."

"My sister is Tara Varner. You went out with her last year." Seeing that the name didn't ring a bell, I added, "You know Liza Purcell? . . . she's my cousin. She fixed you up with Tara."

Travis thought for a moment. "I remember Tara," he finally said. "Tall, blonde, leggy."

"That's right." Seeing that Luke had finished the bottle, I put the empty container in the diaper bag and draped the baby over my shoulder to burp him. "This is Tara's son. Luke. She gave birth to him, left him with my mother, and took off somewhere. We're trying to locate her. Meanwhile I'm trying to secure some kind of situation for the baby."

Travis was very still. The atmosphere in the office took on a hostile chill. I saw that I had been identified as a threat, or perhaps just a nuisance. Either way, his faint smile was now edged with contempt.

"I think I get the stinger you're working around to," he said. "He's not mine, Ella."


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