Something to Talk About

By: Elle James & Delilah Devlin

Texas Billionaires Club Book #2

About this Book

What happens when a young and sexy Martha Stewart teams up with the Oscar Madison of radio talk shows? Sparks fly, romance blooms and their audience goes wild!

Casey Cramer is a cool, sophisticated home and garden talk show host on K-YAK 102.5 radio station. All she thinks she wants is to talk about fertilizer and place settings, while fending off her well-meaning country club parents’ attempts to push her into marriage with the “right man.”

To Casey, fellow talk show host, Rip O’Rourke, is nothing more than a rebellious, overgrown teenager flaunting his Hawaiian-shirted, ex-football player physique to “score” with anything with breasts. Proof of his perversity is the crude, but popular, hour of programming he hosts that discusses such manly topics as wet T-shirt contests and sports statistics. Casey wouldn’t spit on Rip if he were on fire, while Rip, on the other hand, wants to do more than spend time with Casey. She is a challenge to mankind as a whole and his goal in life is to see her crisp shirts and tailored slacks properly rumpled, just once.

Rip gets his opportunity when the radio station is sold to a large corporation and the station manager is challenged to come up with a prime-time show that will set the city on its ear. From one of Rip and Casey's public arguments springs the idea for a show about the differences between men and women, and giving their audience, “Something to Talk About.”


Casey Cramer pasted on a smile and leaned toward the microphone. “Ladies and gentleman, thank you for listening in to K-YAK’s coverage of Austin’s annual Get Your Salsa On contest, the charity event in honor of the local animal shelters in our capital city. As the competition heats up, I’ll share information about the different contestants and their salsas.”

“Folks, it’s getting hot out here already—and it’s not just the chili peppers!” her co-host said with a wicked waggle of his eyebrows.

Casey aimed a glare at the man sitting next to her. She had her script prepared and ready to go. His added commentary only made it harder for her to retain her pace. Checking her notes, she continued, “Thanks for listening to K-YAK’s coverage of the Get Your Salsa On event. Rip O’Rourke will give you information about the shelters, their locations and the animals you can adopt.” Casey nodded toward Rip, her partner for the day and, unfortunately, her nemesis at the radio station.

Rip winked. “Rip O’Rourke here, ready to give you the blow by blow description of the people and animals you can expect to find at this sizzling summer event in the park. If you want something fun to do—come on down. All proceeds go to the animals being cared for in shelters around the city. If you’re lonely and need a friend, consider adopting a cat or a dog like Milo, here, a rugged basset-lab mix with the heart of a hunter and the disposition of a lover. Isn’t that right, Milo?” Rip patted the table in front of him. Milo reared up on his hind legs, planting his front paws right next to Casey’s carefully arranged sampling of salsa.

Rip didn’t seem to notice how dangerously close the animal was to the dish the judges would soon evaluate. All she needed was for one of them to find dog hair in the mix for the entry to be disqualified.

“Good grief, Rip! Keep the dog off the table.” Casey dove for the bowl, her stomach flipping, her ire directed at the man, not the dog.

Milo dropped his front paws to the ground and shrank away from Casey’s angry words.

“Now look what you’ve done.” Rip bent to the pup, scratched behind his ears and let the animal lick his face. “It’s okay,” he crooned. “Miss Cramer gets her panties in a wad over every little thing. You’ll get used to it.”

“We’re not talking about my panties,” she said under her breath as she forced a smile for the gathering crowd. “I just thought you had the good sense to keep Milo off the table. He could have spilled the contents of my entry—or worse, lapped up some of the semi-hot sauce. And that could only upset his stomach and cause him and you all kinds of disastrous effects.”

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