Wrong Man, Right Kiss. 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 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….

      It was becoming dangerous…this thing with Julian.

      It was too fun and too easy. “Is your brother looking this way, Jules?”

      “I don’t know. I’m looking at you.”

      It was the tone he used, deep and husky as a country love song, that made Molly almost forget that this was just an act.

      “I’m pretty sure he’s watching,” she whispered, moving closer to Julian’s ear. She leaned against his chest and whispered, “I’m thinking we could just stroll off somewhere private and return a little disheveled, you know. Let his imagination run wild with jealousy.”

      She could feel the coiled tension in the muscles underneath Julian’s shirt as he dropped his head to whisper back into her ear, his lips grazing her earlobe.

      “As you wish.”

      Wrong Man, Right Kiss

      Red Garnier

      

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      RED GARNIER is a fan of books, chocolate and happily-ever-afters. What better way to spend the day than combining all three? Travelling frequently between the United States and Mexico, Red likes to call Texas home. She’d love to hear from her readers at [email protected] For more on upcoming books and current contests, please visit her website: www.redgarnier.com.

      Dear Reader,

      I’ve always had a thing about connections. Best friends share such special connections that are among the strongest I’ve ever known. As strong as blood ties and sometimes even stronger, for you choose your friends rather than “inherit” them. Friends are with you through good and bad, through heartbreak and tears, through anger and despair, through laughter and fun. Friends know secrets that even lovers sometimes don’t. They see and know you at your best and at your worst. Therefore, I think some of the most amazing love stories in the world are among best friends.

      Julian and Molly have been best friends their entire lives. They know everything about each other, things that even their family members don’t know. Seeing how they genuinely care for each other and always protect each other (while oblivious to the extent of their true feelings) has to make this book among the most fun, most heartwarming stories I’ve ever written. I seriously hope you enjoy it as much as I did!

      With love,

      Red

      As always, with my deepest thanks to everyone at Mills & Boon—who make the best team of editors I’ve ever come across! Thank you for making this book shine.

      This book is dedicated to my flesh-and-blood hero and our two little ones, who it turns out are not so little anymore.

      Contents

       Chapter One

       Chapter Two

       Chapter Three

       Chapter Four

       Chapter Five

       Chapter Six

       Chapter Seven

       Chapter Eight

       Chapter Nine

       Chapter Ten

       Chapter Eleven

       Extract

      One

      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 help—and pronto—and 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-time—which 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 sculpture—aka Julian—had opened the door, gloriously bare-chested and wearing only a pair of low-slung drawstring linen