About Last Night.... Stephanie Bond
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Название: About Last Night...
Автор: Stephanie Bond
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Современные любовные романы
isbn: 9781472083104
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“Who are you?”
Derek put his hands on his hips, irritated to be awakened, and not amused that this woman had come to Steve’s room for an eleventh-hour fling before the wedding. “Since Steve gave me his room for the night,” he asserted, “maybe you should tell me who you are.”
The woman shoved her hair out of her eyes, and her chest moved up and down in the pink thing that resembled a corset. She seemed very close to spilling over the underwire cups, and Derek felt his body start to respond again. She was definitely one incredibly sexy female.
“I’m J-Janine Murphy, Steve’s fiancée.”
Derek abruptly reined in his libido. Staring at his friend’s bride-to-be, he realized that this was about the most awkward predicament he’d ever landed in. And, he thought wryly, par for the course of his life lately—in a hotel room with a gorgeous half-naked woman, and she was totally off-limits. Derek let out a harsh laugh.
“What’s so funny?” she asked, frantically looking around the room for something to cover herself with.
Derek pursed his mouth. “Well, now…Janine…this is a bit awkward.” Picking up her coat, he slowly walked toward her, using the gesture of courtesy to help shield his arousal. “I’m Derek Stillman. Your best man.”
Dear Reader,
Even though every woman dreams of her wedding day, last-minute jitters are completely normal, right? Well, meet jittery virginal bride-to-be Janine Murphy. Worried about compatibility with her groom, Janine dons risqué lingerie to force the issue of consummation with him on the eve of their wedding. She talks her way into her fiancé’s room at the resort where the wedding is to take place, but winds up in bed with a gorgeous stranger instead! And if you thought things couldn’t get more awkward, there’s this pesky little quarantine…
I hope you have as much fun reading this WRONG BED romp as I had writing it! Those of you who have read my Harlequin Love & Laughter romantic comedies will be reunited with an old friend in this story. And please watch for my sequel to About Last Night… in Temptation’s upcoming SWEET TALKIN’ GUYS miniseries. #769 It Takes a Rebel will be available in March 2000.
Meanwhile, write and let me know if I’m keeping you entertained: P.O. Box 2395, Alpharetta, GA 30023. If you’ve missed any of my former titles, see below for details how to order. Thanks for reading!
Fondly,
Stephanie Bond
About Last Night…
Stephanie Bond
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Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Epilogue
1
“PINEAPPLE JUICE,” Janine Murphy said, holding back her sister’s light brown hair to scrutinize the two hickeys on her neck. Or was it one? She blinked, trying to focus through the effects of a half bottle of wine on an empty stomach—the piece of her own bachelorette party cake didn’t really count. Two hours ago she’d eaten the exclamation points at the end of GOOD LUCK, JANINE!! But after reflecting on her and Steve’s relationship most of the evening, she was beginning to think question marks would have been more appropriate.
“Drinking pineapple juice will make hickeys go away?” Marie met her gaze in the dresser mirror, her eyebrows high.
Janine nodded and the movement sent showers of sparks behind her eyes. She wet her lips and spoke carefully around her thickened tongue. “The vitamin D helps the broken blood vessels heal.”
Marie screwed up her face. “When you put it that way, it’s kind of gross.”
“Good,” Janine said, letting Marie’s hair fall back in place. “Because it looks kind of gross. You’re not in high school anymore. Besides, hickeys can be dangerous.”
Her sister laughed. “What can I say? Greg’s an animal.”
Envy surged in Janine’s chest. She’d been living vicariously through Marie’s sensual escapades for years, listening to her adventures in between offering homeopathic treatments for bladder infections from too much friction, skin rashes from flavored body potions and strained muscles from unnatural positions. “Well, you better tell Greg to stay away from your jugular with those Mick Jagger lips of his.”
“Always the doctor,” Marie said with a wry smile.
“Physican’s ass…” She stopped and they giggled at her words. “Physician’s assistant,” she corrected primly, then fell back on her bed where they were sitting amidst stacks of gifts. Marie fell back too, toppling boxes, and they broke into gales of laughter.
Janine sighed and toyed with her empty wineglass. “Thanks for arranging the party, sis. It was fun.”
“You’re welcome,” Marie said. “But don’t lie. These kinds of things are always a roaring bore for the guest of honor.”
She laughed—her older sister was nothing if not honest. Instead of basking in the glow of the spotlight, Janine had spent the evening nursing a bottle of zinfandel, listening to a roomful of women talk about their fabulous sex lives. Someone had started a round robin of, “What was your most memorable encounter?” and when her turn came, she’d recounted a fantasy as if it had actually happened. She’d felt a little guilty about lying, but somehow, the middle of a raucous bachelorette party didn’t strike her as the best place to divulge the fact that she was a virgin. Not even Marie knew.
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