Just One Night: Sex, Love & Stiletto Series (30 page)

Riley pressed her lips together.

Can you still love the man who can’t stop loving you?

“You were right to write the article, Ri. And I know what you were trying to do. You
were being brave and facing the hard facts that sometimes things don’t work out, no matter how badly you want them to.”

She nodded.

“But those aren’t
our
facts, Riley. Our story isn’t over. Not even close.” His hands went to her face, his forehead resting on hers. “Tell me it isn’t over.”

Riley searched his eyes. “How do I know you won’t chicken out again when things get hard?”

His lips brushed hers. “You don’t. Just like I don’t know that you won’t get tired of a whisky-brewing scrub who doesn’t know Armani from D&G—is that a thing?—but isn’t that what love’s about? Taking the risk? And I
do
love you, Riley. I’ve always loved you.”

She’d waited an eternity to hear him say the words.

They were worth the wait.

Riley pressed her mouth to his. “Does this mean I can call you Bruce?”

“You can call me whatever you want if you tell me you love me.”

Her fingers burrowed into the softness of his T-shirt as she held him close, never wanting to let him escape again. “I love you, Sam.”

He closed his eyes as his breath came out in a shuddering rush. “So, um—what about issuing a retraction of that article? Because true or not, I looked like a total schmuck—”

“Not a chance. It was an important teachable moment. For both of us.”

He shrugged and smiled down at her. “At least I won the important part of the battle.”

She lifted her eyebrows in a question.

“You.” And then he kissed her, long and hard, until their breath was coming hot and fast, until there was a very distinctly feminine giggle.

They pulled apart long enough to look at the doorway, where Julie, Grace, and Emma stood beaming at them, and Riley could have sworn she saw a flash of Camille’s orange bob.

“Julie’s idea,” Emma and Grace said in unison, pointing at the weepy blonde.

“You’ve sure got that kissing thing down, Bruce,” Emma said thoughtfully, stroking her chin. “If you ever want to be with a woman who doesn’t eat more than you do—”

Riley reached around Sam’s shoulder to slam the door shut in her friends’ faces. “Now. Where were we?”

“On the way to forever, I think.”

She rolled her eyes, even as she melted. “All that letter writing has turned you into a total cornball.”

“Yeah, it’s not my thing. But you know where I
really
excel?” His hands skimmed up her back. “The bedroom.”

“Oh yeah?” she purred. “I’ve been told I could be great at sex if I’d only play the field.”

He frowned. “Who told you that? Sounds like a moron.”

“You’ve got a better idea?”

“Uh-huh,” he said, pulling her closer. “Same guy, every night, until death do you part.”

Riley’s heart flipped over in her chest. She flung her arms around his neck. “Let’s do it.”

He lowered his mouth to hers. “You’ll make a fantastic Mrs. Dinkle.”

Indeed
.

“I thought part of the appeal of a beach wedding was that the groomsmen didn’t have to wear suits,” Sam muttered, tugging at his light blue tie.

Mitchell, looking completely unruffled and at home in his own suit despite the swampy St. Lucia heat, stared at Sam in mild horror. “What are we, savages?”

Julie took another sip of her champagne, looking impossibly pretty in her blue bridesmaid dress, her blond hair pulled back into a beachy bun. “Sam, just consider yourself lucky I talked Mitchell into black tie
optional
for our wedding.”

Mitchell gave her a steady look. “It’s at the
Plaza
. We’re going to look like hobos without it.”

Sam groaned. “How long do I have to prepare for that one?”

“Four months and twelve days,” Julie said, patting him on the arm. “But you should probably start fretting now. As a groomsman,
your
black tie isn’t so optional.”

Riley slid her hand over the back of Sam’s neck, letting her fingers toy with his hair. “I think you’ll look hot in a tux.”

Emma sipped her mojito. “All guys look hot in a tux.”

Alex Cassidy,
Oxford
editor in chief and Jake’s best man, gave her a hooded look. “Even me?”

She didn’t even bother to glance at her ex-fiancé. “Hard to say. The whole effect is kind of ruined by your ego.”

The approach of Grace and Jake put a halt to another one of their ice-cold verbal wars, although Riley noticed that Alex’s eyes stayed on Emma long after she’d turned away.

Interesting. Very interesting
.

“Don’t even think about it,” Sam muttered quietly in her ear.

“Think about what?”

“Matchmaker. You’re bad at it.”

“I matched up
us
.”

“Something I might start to regret if your dog destroys one more pair of my shoes.”

“What can I say?” Riley said, patting his cheek fondly. “Pippy has a fondness for old sneakers from 1987.”

Sam’s eyes narrowed. “Did you put her up to it?”

Riley hid her smile as she stood to hug the bride and groom. “Grace, if you weren’t my best friend, I’d hate you. You’ve ruined weddings for the rest of us, because nobody will look as good in white as you do.”

Grace smoothed the skirt of her slim empire-waist dress. “Why, because I’m so virginal?”

Jake snorted and earned himself a jab in the ribs.

“I’m thinking of getting married in green,” Riley said as she fixed the flower in Grace’s hair. “Or maybe black. Ooh, or leopard print.”

“That should go nicely with the classic lilies we picked out,” Emma said, resting her chin on her hands.

“Don’t get lilies,” Alex drawled. “Bad luck.”

Emma turned to glare. “They are not.”

“Yeah? How’d those carefully selected centerpieces work out for us?” Alex asked, his voice every bit as cool as Emma’s.

“That’s not going to happen to us when we finally get to wedding planning, right?” Sam asked, pulling Riley against him.

“
Get
to wedding planning?”

“The major stuff, I mean,” he hurriedly corrected.

“Oh, the
major
stuff. So the venue I’ve reserved, and the save-the-date cards I’ve ordered … those were just, what? Trivial little details?”

“Abort. Abort,” Mitchell said through a cough.

Sam held up his hands in surrender. “If you want me to help, I will.”

“Say no, Ri,” Grace said, “You should have seen the cake Jake tried to sneak in here. It was shaped like a whale.
Literally
.”

“Hey, it was huge. And more cake never hurt anyone,” Jake said.

“Hear, hear,” Riley said, raising her glass with genuine enthusiasm.

Julie gently put a hand on Riley’s wrist, forcing her arm down. “If we’re going to do a
toast at our best friend’s wedding, it needs to be about something other than cake.”

“Why?” Riley asked.

Julie glared. “Get it together, McKenna. Despite all your fussing about being the flower girl, you’re the maid of honor.”

“We’re
all
maids of honor—”

“Which I can tell was such a great decision,” Grace said sarcastically.

“I’ve got this,” Emma said, standing and giving the rest of the group a pointed look until they all stood as well. “We’ll do the public toast later, but let’s do a quick private one now. Fast, before Camille makes her way over here and makes good on her promise to sing ‘On the Wings of Love.’ ”

“We’ve got some time,” Cassidy said. “I saw her asking one of the servers for late-night swim lessons. And then her hands wandered.”

“Never mind the cake,” Riley muttered. “I just lost my appetite.”

“First time for everything,” Sam said.

Emma cleared her throat pointedly. “
Ahem
. Here’s to Jake and Grace. I can think of no two better people better suited to the sham—”

Alex pinched her upper arm.

“To the
miracle
,” Emma corrected, “that is marriage.”

“And to Grace,” Julie took over, “who is the best friend any of us can possibly imagine, even if she has better boobs than the rest of us …”

“And to Jake,” Riley added. “Who actually
does
have some brains lurking behind—above?—his overly white teeth.”

Sam slid an arm around Riley’s waist as he chimed in. “To you two: for showing me that I might not want to marry this one and her whale cake after all—”

Jake lifted his glass to interrupt. “And to all of
you
, for being the best wedding party, with the absolute worst toast.”

Laughing, they all raised their glasses, but it was Mitchell, in his quiet, get-to-the-heart-of-the-matter way, who perhaps said it best:

“To
Stiletto
—for showing three different couples they were made for each other.”

Riley’s eyes landed on Emma and Alex and the way they weren’t looking at each other. She’d bet her favorite Manolo Blahnik boots that there was a fourth story there.

Then Sam’s hand found hers and squeezed, and she forgot all about everyone but him. He was hers.

And he’d been worth waiting for.

It seems like it was just yesterday that the
Sex, Love & Stiletto
series was little more than a hankering to write a New York–based series about women who wrote about men. Almost two years later,
Stiletto
isn’t just an idea. It’s a living, breathing series, complete with three stories, an online magazine, and a fan base that I am grateful for every day.

Welcome to Loveswept!

March comes in like a lion and goes out like a lamb
, and so do our Loveswept romances, enticing stories ready to seduce you all month long. Take a look at this list!

Just One Night
finishes up Lauren Layne’s Sex, Love & Stiletto series featuring Sam Compton, the hero we’ve all been waiting for. New York’s hottest “sexpert,” Riley McKenna, has been living a lie, and it’s up to one man to keep her honest … all night long.
Dream It
introduces a new hot series by Jennifer Chance with the tale of a smoldering rocker and the fangirl who catches his eye. And
Third Degree
, Julie Cross’s new Flirt release, is one you don’t want to miss in the new adult coming-of-age scene. Marshall Collins gives Izzy Jenkins all the normalcy she’s looking for while Izzy teaches Marshall a thing or two of her own.

Classic Loveswept romances are back, too, and this month Sandra Chastain’s
Adam’s Outlaw
and
The Runaway Bride
top the list, followed by Fran Baker’s
San Antonio Rose
. And don’t miss Linda Cajio’s delightful
Night Music
, coming on the heels of Karen Leabo’s suspenseful and spirited
Witchy Woman
. Deborah Harmse’s charming and warmly passionate romance,
A Man to Believe in
, will touch your heart, and
New York Times
bestselling author Iris Johansen’s rerelease of
Satin Ice
continues with the Delaney family saga.

Last but not least, always a favorite of ours,
New York Times
bestselling author Connie Brockway sweeps us back to Victorian England with her enchanting stories
Bridal Favors
and
Bridal Season
.

Let Loveswept warm you on those cold winter nights.

Happy Romance!

Gina Wachtel

Associate Publisher