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“Lorelei …”
It was now or never. If she walked away now she’d regret it. But this was a huge risk; if Donovan turned her down, her humiliation would be everlasting.
Rising up on her toes, until only inches separated them, she dug deep and let the ache inside her force the words out. “I want to know.”
Sensations hit her with the force of a hurricane, canceling out her higher brain functions. The feel and taste of Donovan was both new and familiar at the same time, giving reality to what had only been a vague craving before.
His mouth was hot and demanding, each stroke of his tongue licking her like fire and sending sensation searing through her entire body. The solid bulk of his chest pressed against hers, anchoring her to the brick wall at her back and trapping her in a cage of warm male flesh.
It was divine.
This was what she’d been trying to remember. This was what her body knew, what her skin had been trying to tell her about. Memories of the sensations butted at her brain, allowing her to savor the anticipation of the next touch, the next taste, while somehow knowing how good it would be at the same time.
“My house is seven blocks from here.”
She felt Donovan smile against her temple as his hands splayed across the small of her back to pull her even closer. “Mine’s four.”
Her decision had been made the moment she touched him, but when he didn’t move she realized Donovan must be waiting for a response.
“Sounds good.”
About the Author
KIMBERLY LANG hid romance novels behind her textbooks in junior high, and even a Master’s programme in English couldn’t break her obsession with dashing heroes and happily ever after. A ballet dancer turned English teacher, Kimberly married an electrical engineer and turned her life into an ongoing episode of When Dilbert Met Frasier. She and her Darling Geek live in beautiful North Alabama, with their one Amazing Child—who, unfortunately, shows an aptitude for sports.
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REDEMPTION OF A HOLLYWOOD STARLET
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The Taming Of
A Wild Child
Kimberly Lang
To Jane, who swoops in to save my butt with everything from food to child care and only ever asks for a book to read in return. Here you go, Jane; this book is for you, with my heartfelt thanks for being a super friend.
And I owe another shout out to the fantastic Cristina Lynn (www.CristinaLynn.com), who gave me the perfect song for the epilogue to Lorelei and Donovan’s story.
CHAPTER ONE
THE ONLY THING WORSE than waking up naked in a strange bed was realizing there was someone else sleeping in the bed, too.
Someone male.
The bright light on the other side of her eyelids sent pain streaking through Lorelei LaBlanc’s head as she tried to piece together exactly what the hell was going on … and who she’d just spent the night with.
She forced herself to lie still; jumping right up might wake her companion, and she didn’t want to get straight into a confrontation before she had a handle on things.
Think, Lorelei, think.
She had a hangover that would slay a mule, and it hurt to think. How much champagne had she consumed in the end?
Connor and Vivi’s wedding had gone off without a hitch; all of the four hundred guests had had a fabulous time. The church had never looked better, and the hotel had outdone itself with both the decor and the food. She’d been at the head table for dinner, but once the dancing had begun and the champagne had really started flowing … Well, that was where things began to get a little fuzzy. She remembered having a small, good-natured disagreement with Donovan St. James over …
Her eyes flew open.
Oh. My. God.
Bits and pieces of the night before came rushing at her with distressing speed and clarity.
Carefully, so as not to aggravate her hangover, she rolled slowly to her other side. Sure enough, Donovan lay there on his back, bare-chested, with only a sheet covering his hips and one leg. His hands were stacked behind his head as he stared at the ceiling.
She swore under her breath.
“Right there with you, Princess.”
The amused sigh in Donovan’s voice put her nerves on edge. “What the hell happened last night?”
He had the gall to look pointedly at the tangled sheets—which she was currently trying to pull over herself in a belated attempt at modesty—and raise an eyebrow. She really wasn’t ready to go to the whole we had sex bit just yet. She cleared her throat. “I mean, how? Why?”
“How? Buckets of champagne. And there were tequila shots involved. As for why …” He shrugged. “Beats the hell out of me.”
Tequila explained a lot. Jose Cuervo was not her friend. I’ve done some stupid stuff in my life, but this? With Donovan St. James? And now? A chill ran down her spine. If she’d publicly done something … Oh, her family was really going to kill her this time. Her sister would be first in line.
“Please just tell me we didn’t make a scene at the reception,” she whispered.
“I don’t think so. It’s a little blurry, but I think the reception was pretty much over before …”
That alleviated a bit of her immediate worry; being stupid wasn’t quite so bad as long as there wasn’t an audience for the stupidity. Now, though, she had to face the fact she’d had sex with Donovan St. James.
No red-blooded woman would question her taste. Donovan had poster-boy good looks: deep green eyes, inky black hair with a slight wave that
