Wrong Man, Right Kiss (Harlequin Desire Series #2248)by Red Garnier
What happens when the masks come off?
When one of the supersexy Gage brothers blows Molly Devaney away with a scorching kiss at a masquerade ball, she thinks she's met her soul mate. But why does her masked seducer act as if she doesn't exist the next day? To win him over, she'll make him jealous, so she turns to his brother Julian Gage, who offers to play the
What happens when the masks come off?
When one of the supersexy Gage brothers blows Molly Devaney away with a scorching kiss at a masquerade ball, she thinks she's met her soul mate. But why does her masked seducer act as if she doesn't exist the next day? To win him over, she'll make him jealous, so she turns to his brother Julian Gage, who offers to play the role of her lover.
But Julian is playing for keeps. There's nothing fake about the way this woman makes him feel, and now he's going to show her just which Gage brother is right for her .
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Molly Devaney needed a hero.
She could think of no other way to solve her dilemma.
She'd been tossing and turning at night for the past two weeks, obsessing over what she'd done, wishing and praying and hoping she could figure out how to fix things and fix them fast.
It had taken fifteen days and fifteen hellish nights to come to the conclusion that she needed some helpand prontoand there was only one man who could save the day, just like he'd previously saved her on plenty of other days.
Her hero of all times, ever since she was three and he was six, and Molly and her sister, Kate, recently orphaned, had ended up living with his rich and wonderful family in their San Antonio mansion.
Julian John Gage.
Okay. The guy was definitely no saint. He was a ladies' man down to his very sexy bones. He could have any woman he wanted, in any way he preferred, at any time he felt like, and the stupid meathead knew this. Which meant he was determined to sample them all.
It really rankled her sometimes.
But while he was an incorrigible rake with the ladies, a handful to the press due to his position as head of PR for the San Antonio Daily, a problem to his brothers and a bane to his own mother, to Molly, Julian John Gage was nothing short of the bomb. He was her greatest friend, the reason she'd never really found a man until now and the only person on this earth who would be honest enough to tell her how to seduce his hardheaded, annoying older brother.
The problem now was that Molly could've found a better time to expose her wicked plans to him. Bursting into his apartment on a Sunday morning was not her brightest idea. But then she was losing precious time and urgently needed Garrett, his older brother, to realize he loved her before she all but died from the misery of it all.
Now, if only Julian would stop staring at her as if she'd lost it big-timewhich he'd been doing for the past couple of minutes, ever since she'd blurted out her plans.
The guy just stood there, easily the most magnificent work of art in his flawless contemporary apartment, his feet braced apart and his steely jaw hanging slightly ajar.
"I can't have heard right." When at last he spoke, his husky morning voice was laden with incredulousness. "Did you just ask me to help you seduce my own brother?"
Molly stopped pacing around the coffee table and, all of a sudden, she felt very much like a tramp. "Well I didn't actually say seduce. Did I?"
An awkward silence followed as they both thought back to five minutes ago. Julian lifted a lone eyebrow. "You didn't?"
Molly sighed. She couldn't remember, either. She'd been a little tongue-tied when the living sculptureaka Julianhad opened the door, gloriously bare-chested and wearing only a pair of low-slung drawstring linen pajama pants. The pants were so low-slung and sheer, in fact, that Molly could clearly make out the dark V of hair starting just under Julian's flat, bronzed navel, a tidbit which was playing havoc with her mind since she'd never seen a man partly naked before.
Plus, Julian was not just any man. He looked more like David Beckham's younger brother.
The hotter one.
Good thing their friendship made Molly immune.
"Okay, maybe I did say that, I can't remember." Molly shook her head and fought to get back on track. "It's only that I've just realized I need to do something drastic before some bimbo steals him from me for good. I need to get him, Julian. And you're the expert seducer, so I need you to tell me what to do."
His eyesgreen like the leaves of the oaks outsideflared slightly in concern. "Look, Molls. I don't quite know how to explain this to you, so let me just get it out there." He started pacing. "We all grew up together. My brothers and I saw you in diapers. There's no way Garrett will ever look at you and see anything else but a little sister, the key words here being little and sister."
"All right, so it's too late to do anything about the Pampers issue, I get it, but I have solid reasons to believe Garrett's feelings toward me have changed! I mean, has he ever even said he only thinks of me as a little sister, Julian? I'm already twenty-three. He may actually think I've grown up to be quite a sophisticated and sexy lady." With really nice breasts that he quite happily fondled at the masquerade, she thought smugly.
But Julian regarded her attirecertainly not one of her best outfits, she'd grant him thatwith a look that was the opposite of thrilled.
"Your sister, Kate, is sophisticated and sexy. But you?" He stared pointedly at her boho skirt and paint-splattered tank top, then plunged his hand through his sun-streaked hair as though supremely frustrated. "God, Molls, have you stopped by a mirror recently? You look like you've been smacked, kicked, then put for a spin inside a blender."
"Julian John Gage!" Molly gasped, so genuinely hurt her heart constricted. "My next New York solo exhibit happens to be in four weeksI don't have time to care about how I look! Plus I can't believe you're giving me crap about my work clothes when you stand there half nak"
A door slammed shut in the depths of the apartment, and Molly whirled around with a scowl, ready to keep shouting. But she spotted someone approaching out of the corner of her eye and in that instant, she lost all power of speech. That someone was, of course, a woman.
The leggiest, blondest blonde Molly had ever seen was currently stepping out of Julian's bedroom. She was carrying a gold clutch purse and wearing a pair of crimson stilettos and one of Julian's button-down shirts, which seemed to barely contain what was easily a set of enormous breasts that made Molly's girls suddenly shrink before her eyes.
Now that woman looked as if she'd been inside a blender. But at a really marvelous speed. Molly wished she could pull off that tumbled look so well.
"I have to go," the mystery woman told Julian sultrily from afar. "I left my number on your pillow, so " She made the universal call-me sign and puckered her lips. "It was really nice meeting you last night. I hope you don't mind me borrowing a shirt? My dress didn't seem to fare as well as I did." She released a soft giggle, and when Julian remained unmoved by her sexiness and Molly only gaped, she gracefully crossed the room to leave.
The instant the elevator doors shut behind her, Molly's gaze jerked back to Julian. "Seriously?" Annoyance flared through her with such force that she stalked forward and shoved his rigid shoulder. That womanizer! "Seriously, Julian? Do you have to sleep with every woman you meet?"
She shoved him again, but his shoulder budged as much as a concrete building would.
With a rumbling chuckle, Julian grabbed her hand and forced her fingers into a fist. "We aren't talking about my love life. We're talking about yours." He frowned down at their fisted hands and briskly released her. "And the fact that you have paint on your nose, in your hair and on your shoes, and this starving-artist look is not going to do anything for my brother."
Molly shot him a harsh glare, then shoved past him and stormed down the hall. "Oh, just let me grab one of your shirts! I'm sure that will do wonders for my pitifully un-sexy and unsophisticated looks."
"Aw, heck. Molly! Come on, Molls. Moo, baby. Get back here and just let me wrap my head around all this, all right? You know you've always been pretty, and I know that's why you don't give a damn."
Julian reached her in three long strides, promptly snatched her arm and dragged her back to the living room. Molly glared at him at first, but when she heard the low, deep sigh that worked its way up his chest, the sigh that said he just didn't know what to do with her anymore, her anger vanished.
It was just too hard to stay angry with Julian John.
Molly knew he'd do anything for herand maybe that was why she was here. On a Sunday morning. And why she continued to be a pain in his great-looking butt. Because nobody had ever done the things that Julian John had done to make sure she was safe and protected, except maybe her sister, who had practically assumed the role of a mother when they were orphaned.
Kate had put her through school, coddled her, raised her and loved her every second of growing up without a mom and a dad. So the fact that Julian had been there for her almost as much as Kate said a lot about a man who insisted on pretending he was nothing but a playboy.
Which he first and foremost was.
But that was precisely why Molly was happy that he was just her friend and not the man she had set her romantic sights on.
"Look," she said as he released her, feeling herself blush as she remembered her and Garrett's stolen kiss. "I know you might not understand this. But I love your brother so much, I"
"Since freaking when, Molls? He's always annoyed the crap out of both of us."
She stiffened defensively. "True, okay. But that was when he was so rigid, you know. Before."
"Before before I realized that he " Wants me. Before he said the things he said to me when he kissed me. Her stomach wrenched at the painful memory. Anxiously, she pushed her red tresses back behind her shoulders and tried again. "II really can't explain it, but something has monumentally changed. And I just know he loves me back, I just know it in my soul, Julianplease don't laugh."
She couldn't bring herself to look him in the eyes for some inexplicable reason, so she spun around and slumped down on the leather sofa. The silence ticked by, and within seconds, she became aware of some extremely strange vibes coming from the vicinity of where Julian stood.
The laugh that broke the silence was worst of all. It was anything but mirthful. "I can't freaking believe this."
Molly held her breath and peered up at him, finding that a harsh frown had settled on his strong, tanned face. She had never seen Julian truly mad, but if that black scowl was a good indicator, he was getting there, and fast.
Her stomach clenched when she once again took a peek at his flat, muscled navel, the dark V dipping into those superloose drawstring pants and leading into Okay, enough of that. She had to focus on getting Garrett. Now.
"Julian " She really had to say something. Sighing, she signaled at that perfectly tanned, perfectly perfect torso. "Look. While we discuss this, can you put on one of your remaining shirts? The chest and the six-pack and all that you've got going on are just Let's just say it makes me want to go take a peek at Garrett."
Julian scoffed and flexed seriously impressive biceps. "You know damned well my brother doesn't have these guns."
"He does, too."
He flexed his other biceps. "I may be his baby brother, but I can take the guy down in five seconds flat with these."
"Oh, puleeze. The only thing you're probably better at doing than him is screwing aroundand you deserve that after saying I look like I live in a blender."
"Ahh. So once again, you missed the part where I said you were pretty." Julian fell down on a chair and for a long moment, they sat there, both staring pensively into space.
When he at last spoke, Molly was relieved to hear that his voice had regained its usual playful note. "Yeah. You're right. I am better at screwing around than both my brothers put together. Not that Landon would ever look at another woman now that he's married."
He leaned back and watched her with the beginnings of a smile that carried a hint of danger while he linked his hands behind his head in a deceptively relaxed pose.
"So let's screw around with Garrett. Why not? He's always been ridiculously protective of you and Kate. He'd go Donkey Kong if he ever found out you were dating someone. Especially someone with a bad reputation. You don't even really have to date the guy, just make him agree to play your doting lover for a while, ask him to be convincing enough to yank ole Garrett's chain."
Delighted that Julian was at last addressing her predicament, Molly almost jumped out of her seat and found herself clapping twice. "Yes! Yes! He sounds charming. But the question is, do I actually know such a man?"
Julian's smile was perfectly wolfish. "Baby, you're looking right at him."
His words appeared to strike Molly like an electric shock, and Julian wondered if that was a good thing, a bad thing or totally irrelevant to his newly hatched plan.
"Excuse me?" She jerked upright on his couch and gripped the leather cushions with such force that it looked as if she was on a roller-coaster ride. "I'm sure I heard wrong. Did you just offer to be my boyfriend or something?"
"Or something," Julian agreed, his lips curling upward.
He knew he looked calm. Collected. But inside his head, the wheels were turning with particularly inspiring ideas. Ideas he might later regret. But they were still damned good.
"Wh-what do you mean 'or something'?" she asked him.
Julian could hardly get over how adorable she looked sitting there, shocked and disbelieving as if she'd just won the Megabucks.
Her eyes were just so wide and so damned blue you'd have to be made of freaking stone not to be willing to move mountains for her. Honestly, he'd never seen such expressive, genuinely innocent eyes in his life. It was a guarantee that Molly would lose every poker game she ever played, her expressions were so real and so clear. Hell, just the way she looked at him with those eyes made him feel like some sort of superhero. Not even his own mother gazed at him like Molly did.
With an amused smile, one he sometimes found himself wearing when he was with her, he explained, "'Or something' means I don't have girlfriends, Molly. I have lovers. And I'd be happy to pretend to be yours."
He'd meant to emphasize the word pretend, but somehow when he spoke, the only word he seemed to be able to emphasize was yours.
Because obviously he would only ever do this kind of stuff for Molly.
"You're kidding me, Jules," she said as she somberly scanned his face. She was not even moving, had practically become a statue on the couch.
He might have laughed at that, except to his own disbelief and amazement, he was dead serious. Dead. As heck. Serious. And now he needed to know if she was, too. "I may like to kid around, Molls, but I wouldn't kid you with this."
"So you're prepared to pretend to be in love with me?"
He nodded, and his hands itched to wipe away a green smudge of paint from her forehead and a red one from her cheek. "I figure I've probably done worse, Moo. Like that girl who just left not really prime in the head, if you get me."
He tapped his forehead, but she wasn't even paying attention.
As though in a trance, Molly rose to her feet, all five feet of chaotic red hair and heavy turquoise necklaces and creamy paint-streaked skin, her eyes shining as his proposal finally seemed to dawn on her. "And Garrett will see us together and be madly jealous! Oh, my God, yes, yes, this is brilliant, Julian! How long do you think it will take to get him to realize he loves me? A couple of days? A week?"
Julian stared at her in silence. She really sounded enamored. Didn't she?
He thought about it for a bit, and with each passing second, he grew more and more baffled. Suddenly all he wanted was for somebody to please tell him what in the hell was going on here. Was this some sort of lame-ass joke? Molly? Dreaming about his older brother? For real?
If the ten-year age difference wasn't an issue, the fact that the Gages had grown up with strict codes of conduct regarding the Devaney girls should matter. And tons. Especially to Garrett, who never, ever broke a rule. Had his brother done something to give Molly the impression of being interested?
Dammit, this just struck him as so, so wrong, he didn't even know where to begin.
Meet the Author
Red Garnier has found her passion in penning charged, soul-stirring romances featuring dark, tortured heroes and the heroines they adore. Nothing brings a smile to Red’s face faster than a happy ending.
Red is married with two children and, though she travels frequently, likes to call Texas home. For more information on Red, visit her website at www.redgarnier.com.
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Wrong Man, Right Kiss by Red Garnier is a fun and flirty romance that features a friends to lovers trope. It is easy to fall in love with Red Garnier’s lively and entertaining writing style. If you’re looking for a book that is at times humorous but also super sexy, then look no further than Wrong Man, Right Kiss. Molly Devaney was taken in by the Gage family when she became an orphan as a young child. She has been best friends with Julian Gage for as long as she can remember. They have shared everything with one another. After a soul stirring kiss with a masked man, Molly assumes that it is older brother Garrett who kissed her. But when he seems to ignore her the following day like nothing ever happened, Molly decides to enlist Julian’s help to make Garrett jealous. Julian is willing to help Molly out, but he wants her to move in with him and he insists that they must act like a couple in front of family and friends. Molly has no problem going along with Julian’s plan, but she isn’t prepared to be blown away by his kisses. Julian is shocked when he realizes that he is falling for Molly too. Can these lifelong friends find true love in each others arms? Molly is a witty and warm character that is easy to like. She has saved herself for the perfect man. It is fun to watch Molly as she realizes that it is Julian who kissed her instead of Garrett. At first Julian comes across as a playboy, sleeping with a lot of different women. But it becomes clear that he never really settled down because it is Molly who holds the key to his heart. Red Garnier has a way with words that will tickle your funny bone. Wrong Man, Right Kiss is a sigh worthy read that is filled with some hot, steamy scenes. This is book number two in the Gage Brothers series. Up next is Garrett’s story. I am really looking forward to seeing Garrett find his special lady next.
This is a wonderful book it is a must read about best friends finding their soul mates in each other. I personally cannot wait to read more books by the wonderful Red Gariner.
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