Book 2 in the Wedding Belles series.
Raine Fortunato tells herself the mother of the bride shouldn't drool over the younger, hunky best man. Buff, blond vagabond Scott McCoy shouldn't be the something new she yearns for. Right?
But Scott sees his opportunity. Enticing slinky, sexy Raine to get wet and wild with him needs to happen. ASAP. The night before the wedding. When he offers her the key to his room and she risks unlocking her craziest fantasies, she discovers earth-shattering climaxes and soul-searing intimacy.
Time now for Raine to decide if something new can be something more.
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November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Something New by Cerise DeLand
The first part of Raine Fortunato's anatomy Scott McCoy ever saw was her cute, toned ass. Yep. In neon-green running shorts that, swear to god, should have been outlawed in Texas.
He tore his eyes from her rear end now and froze as he watched her breeze from the hotel elevator toward the bar. He set his jaw, vowing to get up his gumption to approach her just like he had promised himself this morning or he wasn't going to survive the weekend.
"Mr. McCoy, good evening. We have your suite ready for you," the receptionist began her check-in spiel.
"Hello, yes, thank you. The specific one I requested?" When she confirmed it, he nodded as she went on, but his eyes were glued to the slinky redhead in the clingy purple cocktail dress. And the sway of her hips.
Raine looked as hot as hell now, but had looked good enough to eat the day he found her, ass in the air as she bent down to the cupboard in her kitchen putting detergent away.
"Sir, to begin the process, might I please have your credit card?"
When he'd said hello to Raine that day, he had shocked her so badly, she'd jumped up, hands to her heart. But the next part of her he'd noticed were her legs. Long, tanned, firm female thighs and calves that glided all the way to her cute bare feet.
Couldn't see her legs now as she turned into the bar and disappeared. But, man, he could detect every sexy, taut muscle in the cut-up-to-there slit skirt.
He had always been a leg man, so for a woman's shapely glutes to light his fire made him sit up and take notice. Or rather made his cock sit up. Straight and hard.
But other parts of Raine murdered him, too. Her eyes. Forest green. Dark. Dangerous to his reason.
The mouth. Generous. The lower lip dipping in the center like a rose petal filled with dew.
Man, he wanted to nibble that. Suck it.
But since that first day when he'd been delivering a present from his brother, Brad, to his fianc?e Zoe, Raine's daughter and Brad's bride-to-be, Scott wanted all of Raine Fortunato. Her svelte body. Her sultry laughter. Her sharp mind. And he wanted the whole package in a big, broad bed. Going nowhere for hours, except up in flames with him. He had promised himself since that day in her kitchen, he was going to get her, too.
And tonight was his night.
The two of them were meant to be. Had to be. Like water and air. Sunshine and sex. He knew it, had felt it the minute his eyes met hers. Two years in an ashram had taught him to seize on his instinct. Go for the gold.
He turned and looked into the amused gaze of the receptionist who raised her brows at him in question.
"Pardon me." He scratched the corner of his jaw and grinned at her. "I do know her."
He laughed. "And yeah," he confessed as he handed over his credit card, "I am interested."
She widened her eyes, playing him. "I got that. Fast."
"Okay then," he chuckled. "As you can see I really am in a hurry. So would you please just tag my luggage and have a bellboy take it up to my room?" He fished out a ten from his money clip and passed it over as a tip for the service.
"Of course, Mr. McCoy. You are staying with us one night?"
"Yes, I'm part of the Fortunato-McCoy wedding party, but how's your availability if I decide to stay after the reception tomorrow?" he asked optimistically.
"Open. Shall I put you down as a tentative?"
"Sure. And another thing?" He could dream, couldn't he? "Would you please give me two room keys?"
"Certainly, sir. Not a problem." She clicked away at her computer while he drummed his fingers on her counter. Got to get to Raine fast and begin to change her mind about her trip day after tomorrow.
"And here, Mr. McCoy, is your credit card! You are all set!"
"Thanks. Let me give you my car keys, too. If you could have the valet park it? The silver Mazerati out front." He slid his keys over to the woman, along with another ten.
"Yes, sir. Right away. I'll have him bring you your keys. You will be?"
"In the bar." If I don't get my face slapped and myself sent packing like a bad schoolboy.
He buttoned his navy blazer. Winced. Gathered all his damn courage and headed for his Waterloo. Propositioning your brother's future mother-in-law could be the best thing you ever did, old man. Or you could shrivel up and die of rejection.