Bedspell. Jule Mcbride
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A sexy female voice singsonged, “Hello, gorgeous.”
James grinned in the darkness of his bedroom. Yep. It was definitely the blonde who’d flirted with him earlier. Her body made contact with the mattress and he sensed rather than saw that she was naked.
“Why don’t you switch on the light?” He’d love to get a look at her.
“I like the dark,” she whispered. “And it’s very dark in here.” When her voice hitched in excitement, it seemed clear that having sex with him was high on her list of priorities. There was nothing that James loved more than being on a woman’s “to-do” list.
But he was a gentleman at heart. “Are you sure you know what you’re doing here?”
She laughed. “Oh, you want me to consent.” She leaned over, her scent engulfing him. “I do, gorgeous.”
For a second everything went silent. Yes, this cinched it. Sex was on her agenda. Heat pooled in James’s belly and teased his groin. When he’d gotten into bed tonight, getting lucky had been the last thing on his mind….
He tossed back the covers, feeling a sleepy stir of air hit his naked body. “Abracadabra,” he said. “C’mon in….”
Dear Reader,
There’s nothing funnier or sexier to me than the idea of finding a stranger in your bed…especially a gorgeous hunk of a man you’ve never seen before, with whom you’ve shared the best passion of your life!
I hope you’ll enjoy this addition to Temptation’s great WRONG BED series. When a woman casts a spell for a night of hot, sizzling sex, she gets everything a woman might want in such a bed partner—except it’s the wrong bed and the wrong guy. Or is he?
I had loads of fun with this one, so I hope you will, too!
Very best,
Jule McBride
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Bedspell
Jule McBride
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Contents
1
“AREN’T PARTIES AT THE MET absolutely fab?” mused C.C.
“Divine,” returned Diane.
“Those chicks in Sex and the City have got nothing on us,” chimed Mara.
“Stick around for just a few more minutes….” As Signe Sargent continued serving cocktails to costumed people sidling up to a makeshift bar, she glanced at her girlfriends, all wearing cat costumes. Through floor-to-ceiling windows behind her, light from the nearly full moon and star-scattered sky poured into the room, illuminating the ancient stone Temple of Dendur, brought from the Nile and reassembled in the Met’s Sackler Wing, as part of the museum’s permanent collection.
“We’d love to stay—” C.C. reached to adjust the pointed cat ears nestled in her silken shoulder-length hair “—but while our kitty-cat costumes still look fresh, we’ve got to get downtown to Gus’s gig.” Gus was the owner of the bar nearest Signe’s walk-up in the Village.
Diane, who’d flipped open a compact, was checking her lipstick. “I wish you weren’t working, Sig. You could go with us.”
“Thanks for sneaking us onto the guest list,” put in Mara.
Diane closed the compact, then tilted back a champagne flute, drained it and placed it on the tray beside Signe. “Sneaking in here was risky, but definitely worth it,” she pronounced, flashing a business card she’d managed to get from one of the hot, circulating bachelors.
Afraid her boss might recognize her friends’ names, since the bash, given by a computer mogul, was strictly for New York’s crème de la crème, Signe had signed everyone in under false names.
“It’s definitely one of the better parties we’ve crashed this month,” agreed C.C. with a sigh.
“Amazing hors d’oeuvres,” added Mara.
After filching another pumpkin-shaped tart from under her workstation, Signe nodded, munching. “I still haven’t seen Gorgeous Garrity.”
“You will,” assured C.C.
Maybe. Signe’s eyes settled on the windows behind her opening onto Central Park. In full autumnal glory, the park was beautiful, the trees bursting with color. Gold and russet, they glimmered with night dew and framed a moon so romantic that even the most jaded New York cynic might swoon. It was the perfect backdrop for propositioning Gorgeous. So, where was he?
Signe’s gaze returned to the cavernous room—the ancient Egyptian tombs, the stone statues of guardian goddesses and the temple itself. As mystical as the moon, Dendur stood just as it had for thousands of years, its yellow stones covered in hieroglyphs.
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