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Cass Gibson is about
to marry the love of her life. Steve Ballard is the perfect man —
sensitive, faithful and oh-so good in bed. What she doesn't count on is
Steve's best man, Rafe Walker. Steve calls Rafe "the stud" and claims
Rafe can bring any woman to her knees with The Look. Trouble is,
The Look works on Cass and wow! Will Cass be able to resist the
ultimate temptation, or will she get the best of both men?
Get out the fire extinguishers! This is one red-hot story. Wedding Night Surprise has well-written and developed characters. Steve and Cass have a great relationship. Cass’s conflict about her feelings toward Rafe are deftly addressed as is her fear for her relationship with Steve. If only everyone had a lover as understand and caring as Steve! This was a most enjoyable read! --Delia, Joyfully Reviewed
An Excerpt From: WEDDING NIGHT SURPRISE Copyright © ALICE GAINES, 2007 All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc. Steve sighed and rubbed her back. “And they say the sex gets even better once you’re married.” “Impossible.” “Not only possible but inevitable,” he said. “I’m going to make sure you’re always satisfied.” She got a warm runny feeling inside. She’d loved this man since they were teenagers. Even separations for the college year hadn’t driven them apart. In a week they’d be married, assuming she survived the wedding, and she’d be the luckiest woman alive. “I’m going to make you happy, Cass,” he whispered. “You already do.” “No really.” He yawned, the deep yawn of a satisfied man. “Really really happ…” She looked up at his face. Asleep already. He smiled in his sleep, his lips curled and parted slightly. Oh hell, he’d worked so hard to give her incredible sex, could she blame him? Chuckling, Cass fished for the covers and pulled them up around their bodies. The perfect ending to a harried day of checking on flowers and caterers. Sighing herself, she closed her eyes. Then a sound came to her. Footsteps below in the kitchen. The refrigerator opening, bottles clinking. Shit, Rafe. Why was he on the prowl? She tossed aside the covers and sat up. Her robe lay beside the bed so Cass rose and slipped into it, the silk sliding over her skin. Without bothering with slippers, she padded out of the bedroom and closed the door behind her. On the landing the refrigerator light was visible. It went out again. The sounds of a drawer opening and utensils clattering around followed. Oh for crissake. After descending the stairs, she walked to the kitchen and looked inside. Sure enough, Steve’s best man stood with a bottle of beer in one hand and his other hand in the silverware drawer. Wearing nothing but pajama bottoms, Rafe made quite a sight. Dark shaggy hair, broad shoulders and narrow hips—the perfect male specimen, if you liked the sort who wandered around nearly naked in someone else’s kitchen. Somehow he managed to show off a tight ass under the baggy cotton. Even his bare feet were sexy. How did he manage that? He stiffened and looked over his shoulder, spotting her. “Can I help you with something?” she asked. He turned and gave her a lazy smile. Insolent and knowing and way too intimate. The expression was rude and he’d been using it ever since he got off the plane and they’d met for the first time. He held out the beer. “Doesn’t Steve have any with twist off tops?” “He…rather we do have a bottle opener.” She pulled the magnetic opener from the refrigerator door and tossed it to him. He snatched it out of the air and opened the beer. After tossing the top and the opener into the sink he leaned back against the counter and took a long drink. “I thought you were asleep,” Cass said. “The sounds of hot sex always wake me up.” Her face grew warm. In better light, he’d know she was blushing. Hell he probably guessed anyway. He was staring at her hard enough. She pulled the belt of her robe tighter. “Your room isn’t close to Ste…uh, ours.” “Yeah but you two made quite a bit of noise. Sounds like the boy scout is pretty good in the sack.” She didn’t answer that. Wouldn’t answer it. Their sex life wasn’t any of his business. “So how many times did you come?” he asked. “Could have been three but one was kind of soft so I couldn’t tell for sure.” “Do you want Steve to hear us talking like this?” Rafe shrugged. “If he’s like most guys he’s out like a light now. He came pretty hard himself.” “Enjoy your beer. I’m going back to bed.” She turned to go but his soft laughter stopped her. “Do I scare you, little girl?” he asked. She turned back and glared at him. “Of course not.” “Then why are you running away? Stay and have a drink with me.” “I don’t drink beer.” “Brandy then.” Without even looking away from her Rafe opened the cabinet where Steve kept a couple of bottles of liquor. It figured he would have found that already. “I dare you.” |
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