A Romantica® erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave
Publisher: Ellora’s Cave
General Release: April 11, 2014
Hosted By: Book Promotions by Literary Nook
SynopsisThis bride takes ‘I do’ to a whole new level — just not with the groom. In one week Chloe will walk down the aisle. Yet she’s a bride who can’t stop spying on the weddings of total strangers. Desperate to catch a glimpse of what true love really looks like, she is having serious second thoughts about tying the knot. Until she meets Wes — the sexy long lost father of her groom. The hunk from Texas confirms her worst fears. She is marrying the wrong man. Battling her intense attraction for Wes, the flame between them burns too hot to resist. Chloe and Wes give into their scorching passion and struggle with the consequences of their love.
“Not now, Conner. I told you it’s bad luck to see the dress,” Chloe called out.
“I have your keys, Chloe and I don’t think it’s bad luck for the father of the groom to see the dress.” Wes’s voice carried through the closed door.
Chloe froze. Wes. What was he doing there? The saleswoman smiled and before Chloe could utter a word, the efficient woman was heading the door.
“Uh,” Chloe stammered, not sure what to do or say.
“Can I come in?” Wes repeated just as the door opened and the saleswoman ushered him in.
Holy mackerel,” Wes said. Chloe thought she saw him stagger back slightly. “Wow.” He stood in the room, staring at her.
“She’s stunning, isn’t she?” the saleswoman asked proudly.
“That she is. Completely stunning.” Wes’s eyes were locked on Chloe perched on the platform, looking at Wes who he’d her car keys in his hand.
“I’ll just be out front,” the saleswoman said, excusing herself and leaving Chloe and Wes alone in the large change room.
The woman left and Chloe wanted more than anything to run out of the room. Not to be left alone with Wes, it was too humiliating her feelings for him and that kiss in the elevator.
“I brought your keys,” Wes said, moving toward Chloe. “Wasn’t easy, but I got them out of your car. Conner called me to rescue you as he’s with clients. Had a heck of time with that Beemer of yours. German engineering and all.
“I don’t need rescuing, but thank you,” she said curtly, trying to appear in control and unfazed by him standing there, his hunky body tormenting her with embarrassment. “Just put them on the chaise by my purse.” She motioned to the chaise.
“Sure.” He eyed her and then placed the keys where she asked.
“And could you hand me those shoes?” Chloe asked, motioning to the shoe bag next to her purse.
Wes took the wedding shoes out of the protective bag and handed the first shoe to Chloe.
“You didn’t answer my calls.” His eyes locked on hers as she tried to slip on the strappy jeweled sandal.
She really didn’t want to talk about last night—she wanted to put those crazy feelings she had for him as far out of her mind as possible,—but it was going to be hard with him looking at her like that, his sultry chocolate-brown eyes searching her. Like he wanted to sweep her up and carry her far away. Or maybe that’s just what she wanted.
“I wanted to talk to you about that. I want to apologize,” he said with a serious look. “If you thought in any way I acted inappropriately, I am sincerely sorry, I didn’t mean at all…” he paused and looked unsure as he clutched her shoe in his hand.
Chloe’s cheeks burned as she looked at Wes, his hand wrapped around her delicate shoe.
“No, I didn’t think that at all. Nothing happened. Okay?”
“Okay.” He handed her the other shoe. “Damn these things are tiny.” He toyed with the delicate shoe before looking up at her. “I just want my son to be happy and you two to be happy together. I don’t want anything to change that.”
“That’s what I want too,” she said with less conviction than she felt.
“Do you?” He handed her the shoe, those brown eyes boring into her, igniting a fire within her that she tried to suppress.
Balancing on the one shoe, she bent down and gathered the satin dress in attempt the slip on the other shoe. Struggling to find her foot under the masses of fabric, she stumbled slightly off balance and teetered on the edge of the platform.
Wes reached out and caught her as she tumbled into his arms. He grasped her around her waist, the slippery satin dress sliding through his fingers, his hands ending up holding her right under her breasts. She looked up at him. His muscles flexed, were rock hard under her touch, and she could feel smell his wonderful masculine scent. Damn it, she wanted him.
Author BioKATE DEVEAUX is a contemporary, erotic romance writer and die-hard romantic. It was after reading Jane Eyre in high school, that she became hooked on the idea of writing about romance, excitement and drama. Kate has been penning stories, from the sensual to the sinfully sexy, ever since! A former wedding planner, Kate has always been "in love" with love! She was inspired to transition from writing racy short stories to full length manuscripts after meeting other authors in the romance world at industry workshops, conferences and events. Now a multi published contemporary romance novelist, Kate is a member of Savvy Author, Romance Writers of America (RWA) as well as their erotic romance chapter, Passionate Ink. Born in London, England, Kate has lived in both the U.K. and the U.S. When she’s not busy writing or reading, Kate can be found on the tennis court—yes, there’s even "love" in that game too! What’s Kate up to next? Kate is busy completing several books for release 2014, each filled with sexy romance, heroines who are no shrinking violets, and heroes who make your heart skip a beat… Coming soon in 2014….Platinum Pleasures and A Vixen in Venice
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