One Wild Wedding Night : Getaway Runaway Three-Way No Way Out All the Way

by Leslie Kelly

• ISBN13: 9780373793730
• ISBN10: 0373793731
• Format: Paperback
• Copyright: 2008-01-01
• Publisher: Harlequin

Summary

This is one super-sexy wedding night these five women will never forget! Meet the lucky bridesmaids:A totally hot FBI agent offers his full-body protection to very willing witness Bridget Donahue....Stripper Leah Muldoon bares it all for a sexy stranger in a limo, much to their mutual satisfaction!Wild big-city attorney Mia Natale is in for the best sex of her life. But who is that other guy?When dancer Vanessa McKee unexpectedly sees a man from her past, they rediscover their insatiable lust!A breathless night in the arms of a seductive Europeanlover should definitely spice up Gloria Santori's marriage....

Excerpts

Throughout the excitement of the past week, Bridget Donahue had managed to keep a happy expression on her face. It hadn''t been easy. Because while she was genuinely happy that her cousin Izzie had landed the guy she''d loved for years, Bridget had two big worries on her mind almost constantly.First, she had to testify in a criminal trial against her former boss in two days. And second, her own experience with love had left her a little sour.Not love, she reminded herself. She hadn''t been in love with the guy who''d broken her heart. Damn it, she hadn''t. She hadn''t even gone on a real date with him.But they''d kissed. Oh, that one day last August, they''d kissed wildly, passionately, right in her own office. And his kisses had left her weak in the knees. So, she supposed she had cared about him, maybe even more than she wanted to acknowledge. Dean Willis had snuck into her heart back when she''d thought him a simple used car salesman. That he''d done it intentionally was what made it so hard now.Done it as part of his job. The bastard."Whatcha thinkin'' about?" asked her cousin Gloria, Izzie''s oldest sister. Though they sat at a table with the other bridesmaids, surrounded by the loud patrons of a trendy Chicago bar, Gloria had obviously noticed Bridget''s pensive mood. "Sweating the trial?""A little. I''ve been dreading it. It looks like the defense has run out of motions and I have to testify this week."The petite brunette, a mother of three who managed to pull off sexy and maternal, waved an airy hand. "They''ve got this guy cold. He was slime, laundering drug money through the car lot while pretending to be so nice." She frowned. "To think I liked his ''Come down to the most honest guy in town'' commercials.""Which just proves you have questionable taste," said the black-haired woman to Gloria''s right, a slight grin on her lips.Gloria smirked at her sister, Mia, who was the middle Natale sister. Wagging her left hand in the younger woman''s face, she quipped, "A married woman with bad taste." Mia''s single status was apparently especially rankling now that both her sisters had tied the knot."It''s a good thing you''re doing," Gloria said to Bridget. "More people need to get involved, step up and do what''s right."Mia jumped in. "I wish there were more people like you. Would sure have made my last job easier." Mia had, until recently, been a prosecutor in Pittsburgh. Now she was back in Chicago, though honestly, Bridget didn''t see her cousin much more than she had before. Mia was a private one.Bridget didn''t doubt she was doing the right thing in testifying against Marty, her former boss at Honest Marty''s Used Cars. But the trial, which started Monday, could also bring her face-to-face with him. Dean Willis. The FBI agent who''d used Bridget to get the evidence he needed against her boss."That doesn''t look like an ''I''m nervous,'' expression. Looks more like a ''who was that guy who knocked me on my ass'' one." This came from Vanessa McKee, a friend of Izzie''s from her days with the Rockettes. The striking woman wagged her eyebrows. "Come on, we''ve been sharing man tales.""Not Mia," said Gloria, her tone saccharine sweet.Her sister made a rude gesture, which Gloria ignored.The last of their group, Leah, a sweet-faced young woman who worked with Izzie at a local strip club, tapped her fingers on the table and frowned. She was so cute, trying to look fierce when she resembled, more than anything, a Kewpie doll, with her blond curls, pink cheeks and full lips. "Ignore them. You don''t have to tell us anything you don''t want to, Bridget."The others appeared to follow her lead and fell silent. Good. Bridget truly didn''t want to talk about it. Only Izzie knew the full details--the way Dean Willis had feigned interest in her, then backed off the minute he''d realized she was not involved in her boss''s illegal activities.He''d made a fool of her. And there was no way Bridget was going to talk abo