Manhunting in Mississippi. Stephanie Bond
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Название: Manhunting in Mississippi
Автор: Stephanie Bond
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Современные любовные романы
isbn: 9781472083340
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“I’ve wanted you since I saw you lying in a puddle of water in the parking lot,” Ian murmured.
Piper laughed softly, then pushed gently at his chest. “Speaking of puddles…my cake!” She stepped away from him and walked toward the refrigerator. “Do you want whipped cream?” At his nod, she added, “Cherries, too?”
“Sure,” he said, swallowing. The woman was killing him. “Why not?”
She carried the cake to the table. “Well, dig in.”
Although he’d been craving something sweeter, Ian took a mouthful, then nodded appreciatively. “It’s great. Have a bite.” He held a spoonful to her lips, managing to drizzle sauce on her chin. She moved to wipe it away, but he stopped her hand. “Let me.” He leaned forward and licked the sauce from her chin, nipping along her jaw. Reaching past her, he dipped his finger in the chocolate, then stroked it down the side of her neck. “Oh, look,” he murmured, proceeding to lick it off, inch by delectable inch.
The dessert abandoned, he stood and pulled her closer to him, burying his face in her cleavage. She moaned, swaying into him, and his body leaped in response. “Piper,” he whispered against her skin, “I need to make love to you.”
Praise for these bestselling authors
“Stephanie Bond delivers laugh-out-loud humor with this oftentimes bawdy comedy.”
—Romantic Times
“[A]n erotic fantasy…In a word…yum.”
—All About Romance on Too Hot To Sleep
“Two Sexy! was an exciting book. I couldn’t put the book down.”
—The Romance Reader’s Connection
“[Julie] Kenner has a way with dialogue; her one-liners are funny and fresh.”
—All About Romance
Manhunting in Mississippi
Stephanie Bond
CONTENTS
MANHUNTING IN MISSISSIPPI
Stephanie Bond
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
Mississippi Malted Mud Puddles Recipe
WRAPPED AND READY
Julie Kenner
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
MANHUNTING IN MISSISSIPPI
Stephanie Bond
This book is dedicated to Brenda Chin,
my adventurous editor,
who trusts me to run with my stories.
CHAPTER ONE
ALWAYS A BRIDESMAID…and always broke. Fighting the phone cord, Piper Shepherd glanced in the mirror at the yellow satin dress she held draped over her torso. With her cropped, dark hair, the ruffled netting around the shoulders made her look like a molting bird in a nest, but it would do. “Personally, Justine, I think lemon yellow would be stunning for an August wedding.”
Her friend sighed at the other end of the phone, obviously unconvinced. “Mother says yellow won’t stand out in the outdoor photos. Besides, didn’t Barb have yellow for her bridesmaids’ dresses?”
Piper winced. “Did she?” She tossed the dress on her bed, then withdrew a long, off-the-shoulder lavender gown from the closet and held it under her chin. A sloshed usher had ripped off a ribbon rosette during someone’s reception, but the dress was serviceable. “How about lilac?”
“Hmm,” Justine mused, tapping her fingernail against the phone. “Nah, I don’t think it would complement Stewart’s carrottop. Besides, didn’t Sarah use lilac?”
Piper frowned. “Did she?” She tossed the dress on top of the other one and withdrew an emerald organza mini with a sequined cape. “Green would look great next to Stew’s red hair—maybe something short and snazzy to catch the sunlight?”
“I don’t think so,” Justine said slowly. “Green makes me look sallow. Besides, didn’t Joann use green?”
A low throbbing started in Piper’s temple. “Did she?” She discarded the dress, then pivoted back to her closet and flipped through the hangers. “Mauve?”
“Carol.”
“Fuchsia?”
“Cindy.”
“Sapphire?”
“Hmm, wasn’t that your mom’s color?”
Piper grunted. “For which wedding?”
“To Roger, I think.”
Biting back a disrespectful remark, Piper forced her fingers to travel on. “Ruby? Teal? Metallic gold?”
“Jan, Tina and Jennifer.”
Piper jammed her hand through her short hair. “My God, Justine, how on earth do you remember who used which color in what wedding?”
“I just do,” Justine said, and Piper could picture her friend’s thin shoulders shrugging. “But then I’ve always loved weddings—unlike you, Piper. If you’d spent less time moaning about the high heels and more time checking out the groomsmen, you’d be getting married, too. Out of twenty-three of us, you’re the last СКАЧАТЬ