The Taming of a Wild Child
Waking up in a stranger’s bed is not how socialite Lorelei LaBlanc planned on spending the morning after the night before. From now on…a) No more secret hook-ups with Donovan St James – he’s the last man on earth she’d want to share a room with, never mind a king-size bed!b) Maintain a professional persona at all times. He’s a hard-hitting journalist who’s always on the lookout for the latest scoop…surely she’s perfect tabloid fodder?c) Keep friends close but enemies closer. Donovan may look like the ultimate poster-boy, but his intentions are anything but PG-rated…‘The story is captivating from beginning to end; it exceeded all my expectations – one of Kimberly Lang’s best books.’ – Gail, Receptionist, Keele
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âLorelei â¦â
It was now or never. If she walked away now sheâd 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. âI want to know.â
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 sheâd 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.
âMy house is seven blocks from here.â
She felt Donovan smile against her temple as his hands splayed across the small of her back to pull her even closer. âMineâs four.â
Her decision had been made the moment she touched him, but when he didnât move she realized Donovan must be waiting for a response.
âSounds good.â
About the Author
KIMBERLY LANG hid romance novels behind her textbooks in junior high, and even a Masterâs programme in English couldnât 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 Childâwho, unfortunately, shows an aptitude for sports.
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REDEMPTION OF A HOLLYWOOD STARLET
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THE PRIVILEGED AND THE DAMNED
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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 Donovanâs 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 LaBlancâs head as she tried to piece together exactly what the hell was going on ⦠and who sheâd just spent the night with.
She forced herself to lie still; jumping right up might wake her companion, and she didnât 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 Viviâs 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. Sheâd 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 â¦
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.
âRight there with you, Princess.â
The amused sigh in Donovanâs voice put her nerves on edge. âWhat the hell happened last night?â
He had the gall to look pointedly at the tangled sheetsâwhich she was currently trying to pull over herself in a belated attempt at modestyâand raise an eyebrow. She really wasnât ready to go to the whole we had sex bit just yet. She cleared her throat. âI mean, how? Why?â
âHow? Buckets of champagne. And there were tequila shots involved. As for why â¦â He shrugged. âBeats the hell out of me.â
Tequila explained a lot. Jose Cuervo was not her friend. Iâve done some stupid stuff in my life, but this? With Donovan St. James? And now?
