Something Borrowed. Jule Mcbride

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      “Are you okay?” Cash murmured

      Marley winced. “Not really. Uh…I guess it’s because we’re about to have sex.”

      He studied her a minute. “We don’t have to.”

      She stared back, making him smile by saying, “Uh, yes, we do.” And it was true. Neither of them would sleep until they’d satisfied their curiosity. “I’m just nervous.”

      “Me, too.”

      Maybe. But Marley didn’t think Cash looked all that nervous. “It must be performance anxiety,” she said, trying to make light of it.

      His dark eyes sparkled as he pulled her close. “Yours or mine?”

      Her jaw dropped. “Yours, of course.”

      He grinned. “Let me get this straight. You’re afraid you’re going to regret the best sex of your life….”

      The tension in the room suddenly seemed palpable. Marley wanted to fast forward through all the groping and divesting of clothes. Truly, there was nothing worse than first-time sex, she thought.

      But what if it did turn out to be the best sex…?

      Dear Reader,

      Since the early nineties I’ve been very lucky to have been able to write for so many Harlequin series, including Love & Laughter, American Romance, Intrigue, Blaze and Temptation, as well as to pen what’s been called the BIG APPLE series, which has included miniseries such as BIG APPLE BACHELORS and BIG APPLE BABIES.

      These books are close to my heart, especially since I make my home in Manhattan, and I have made my writing home, for some time, at Harlequin Blaze and Harlequin Temptation, which now brings you BIG APPLE BRIDES.

      I do hope you’ll enjoy watching the three Benning sisters grapple with a wedding curse that’s wreaked havoc with their love lives. It’s my greatest wish that they provide everything for which the much-loved Temptation series has always been known: sassiness, humorous fun, a fast pace and a heartwarming happily-ever-after.

      Enjoy!

      Jule McBride

      Books by Jule McBride

      HARLEQUIN TEMPTATION

      866—NAUGHTY BY NATURE

      875—THE HOTSHOT*

      883—THE SEDUCER*

      891—THE PROTECTOR*

      978—BEDSPELL

      HARLEQUIN BLAZE

      67—THE SEX FILES

      91—ALL TUCKED IN

      Something Borrowed

      Jule McBride

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      To Shlomo Nudel, for being a voice of reason in the wilderness

      Contents

       Prologue

       Chapter 1

       Chapter 2

       Chapter 3

       Chapter 4

       Chapter 5

       Chapter 6

       Chapter 7

       Chapter 8

       Chapter 9

       Chapter 10

      Prologue

      SPARKY DARDEN’S DAUGHTER, Julia, had fluffed his pillows, propping them against the headboard, just the way Sparky liked them, and she’d left a silver-wrapped square of chocolate on the coverlet like those left nightly on pillows of Darden hotels all over the world. As Sparky unwrapped the candy and popped it into his mouth, he reclined.

      At the moment, he felt forty years old, not sixty-eight, and his cancer, which had gone into remission, wasn’t worrying him in the least. As he ran his fingers through the remaining strands of silver hair left after chemo, he used his other hand to fish into the pocket of a crimson robe for the remote; he was tired of watching late-night infomercials, a habit acquired during his illness, so he switched to the VCR and hit Play.

      Since the threats against Julia began, Sparky had watched this tape many times. Taken fourteen years ago by a security camera at the Long Island estate Sparky now called home, it was grainy and dark, so the figure racing across Sparky’s lawn looked scarcely visible. The guy had been clever, breaching security, blackening his face and dressing in dark clothes. After locating the switch plates inside the estate’s gates, he’d extinguished almost all the lights. Cameras and alarms were everywhere, and with the exception of a wooded area between the house and a two-lane rural highway, fencing surrounded the property, but he’d been determined, climbing the fence, hurdling flower beds, dodging hedges and circling statuary. After reaching the veranda steps, he’d climbed stealthily, his body moving like a dancer’s.

      Inside, everyone had been shouting in confusion, trying to turn on the lights. Funny, Sparky thought now. He should have suspected foul play, since he’d made countless enemies in the course of his career, but he’d thought there was a power outage. “Nothing’s wrong,” he’d assured.

      When he’d opened the door, though, a flashlight’s beam from inside had glanced off steel. Just as air had whooshed across his exposed neck, he’d jumped back, realizing the wind had been the wake of a knife meant to slit his throat. And then he’d seen the eyes through the ski mask—dark and full of hate, as if the man had been fantasizing about this confrontation for years.

      Sparky had lived, of course. Since starting Darden Enterprises, he’d survived murder attempts, near bankruptcy, paternity suits and slander, not to mention his own loneliness. The latter was like a gaping mouth inside him, and no matter what Sparky had fed it over the years—wine, women or song—he’d never felt filled. Always on to life’s next conquest, he’d needed more sex, more money, more accolades. At least