Bedding the Bridesmaid E-BOOK

The Bachelorette Party, Book 3

Bedding the Bridesmaid is a fun, sexy, and erotic romp through time featuring a ghostly encounter of the ménage kind. What more could a sex-starved bridesmaid ask for?

She'd never seen a more handsome man. Beyond the gray portals to his soul, were deep ridged eyebrows, not too thin, definitely not too thick. Their black hue framed his eyes nicely. He had an aquiline nose that was surprisingly sexy. Firm, full lips. A pale but smooth complexion. Drifting, her gaze landed on square shoulders, broad. He wore a charcoal gray, wide-lapelled, pin-striped suit, and a very snazzy black felt Fedora, tipped sexily over his forehead.

Yummy.

As Dee Crowe looks up from her (third? fourth?) adult beverage while sitting in the hotel bar after the uneventful-for-her bachelorette party, she swears a man is staring back at her in the mirror. Their gazes connect and hold, she turns, but no one is there. The sexual titillation that runs through her body at that moment frightens her almost as much as the fact that she's pretty darned certain she's seen a ghost.

The elevator door opens, then closes. Then opens again. She steps through, and steps back in time…

There were rumors that gangsters frequented the place back in the Gatsby Era. Capone? Perhaps. Had he escaped the feds through the catacombs and secret passageways in the belly of this historic hotel? Anyway, it was cool old place, with all this intricate old pottery design work, and even though she had ditched any prospect of getting laid this night, she felt okay with it. She could just sit here all night and drink, pretending she was some dame waiting for her gangster man to come sweep her off her feet and do wicked things.