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Here Comes the Bridesmaid
Avril Tremayne
Can she make organising her friend’s wedding any harder?Sunshine Smart has only got two months until the big day! She has to include the grouchy, surly best man Leo Quartermaine – a top chef and her complete opposite! Said best man is extremely handsome and sexy – and knows it! He has no interest in décor, flowers, clothes or shoes… but has an uninformed opinion on all four!And just a few days in she’s already slept with him… rookie mistake…
‘And could I have a Campari and soda while I wait for my friend?’
‘Fine,’ Leo said, irritated. ‘I’ll get one sent over.’
‘And—’
‘Good God, what else?’
‘Just that it’s Gary’s birthday. So if there’s a special dessert or something …?’
‘Yes. I. Will. Send. Out. A. Special. Dessert. Now, are you all right for socks and undies, or do you need me to get you some of those too?’
‘Actually, I never wear socks.’ Sunshine smiled serenely. ‘And I’m not wearing undies tonight—not under this dress!’
Leo could feel his eyes bug out of his head. ‘Thanks for that mental picture, Sunshine. Anything else you’d care to share?’
‘Well …’
‘Yeah, hold that thought,’ he said, and made a bolt for the kitchen. Where he leaned against the wall and burst out laughing.
His sous chef looked at him as if he’d grown a gigantic unicorn horn.
Clearly it had been a long time since he’d laughed.
Dear Reader (#ulink_1d28dd42-fd43-5d33-8910-dba2deb4fb3c)
Food is a great passion of mine—in fact I’m in love with about a dozen celebrity chefs. So I wasn’t exactly surprised to find myself becoming fixated on the idea of a chef as a hero … and Leo Quartermaine was born.
My other great passion is shoes. Oh, my goodness, the shoes! So … hello, Sunshine Smart.
And, of course, I’m partial to a nice romantic wedding.
HERE COMES THE BRIDESMAID gave me a chance to combine all three things in a setting always irresistible to me—my hometown, Sydney—as best man Leo and bridesmaid Sunshine are put in charge of planning the perfect wedding for two absent grooms.
Leo is driven, grumpy and serious. Sunshine is quirky, perky and enthusiastic. They have different takes on love, on life, on relationships—not exactly the easiest working combination to plan a wedding reception. Add in an inconvenient sexual attraction, and things get even trickier.
But HERE COMES THE BRIDESMAID is more than a story about opposites attracting—although the clash of personalities in Sunshine and Leo’s case can lead to some eye-popping conversations! It’s also about being jolted out of your comfort zone and opening yourself to everything that’s in you, and finding the one you thought you’d never find—ready-or-not-here-I-come.
And there’s nothing quite as romantic as being taken by surprise by love.
I hope you enjoy HERE COMES THE BRIDESMAID.
Avril Tremayne
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Here Comes
the Bridesmaid
Avril Tremayne
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
AVRIL TREMAYNE read Jane Eyre as a teenager and has been hooked on tales of passion and romance ever since. An opportunistic insomniac, she has been a lifelong crazy-mad reader, but she took the scenic route to becoming a writer—via gigs as diverse as shoe salesgirl, hot cross bun packer, teacher, and public relations executive. She has spent a good chunk of her life travelling, and has more favourite destinations than should be strictly allowable.
Avril is happily settled in her hometown of Sydney, Australia, where her husband and daughter try to keep her out of trouble—not always successfully. When she’s not writing or reading she can generally be found eating—although she does not cook!
Check out her website, www.avriltremayne.com (http://www.avriltremayne.com), or follow her on Twitter, @AvrilTremayne (http://www.twitter.com/avriltremayne), and Facebook, www.facebook.com/avril.tremayne (http://www.facebook.com/avril.tremayne)
HERE COMES THE BRIDESMAID is Avril Tremayne’s debut book for Modern Tempted™!
This title is also available in eBook format from www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
Dedicated, with thanks, to my husband and @KdeR for absolutely everything.
To the astute, eagle-eyed Americans, Lisa McNair Palmer and Melinda Wirth, for knowing what’s good and what’s definitely not.
To Lloyd Quartermaine - great guy, great name!
And to each and every one of my marriage-minded friends.
Contents
Cover (#uc1228389-102e-51f3-ab98-7526c043cb98)
Introduction (#uffdc4706-8e4b-5335-abe5-1bf3777d8532)
Dear Reader (#ulink_83e2d6d4-7070-52f3-b1d7-f268e6875520)
Title Page (#u12a67ddd-482f-538e-a7b8-86ee5b036ae0)
About the Author (#ucdbaf268-c50e-50e7-8b99-dca09932e937)
Dedication (#uffff5f18-94fc-5a35-aa9a-523b45581b51)
Chapter One (#ulink_19f4b4ee-2858-5c51-8e4c-5f96512466b3)
Chapter Two (#ulink_b64cb4de-4cd5-58e4-b639-51e361f1522e)
Chapter Three (#ulink_8b16dfd6-675f-5ffc-a7bc-66305b8a6671)
Chapter Four (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Five (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Six (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)
Extract (#litres_trial_promo)
Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)
ONE (#ulink_8f53606f-c2d7-5f57-bff5-0d37f6fe3327)
TO: Jonathan Jones
FROM: Sunshine Smart
SUBJECT: Bridesmaid meets Best Man
Darling Jon
I’ve met Leo and I adore him!
We are on the same page, so fear not—your wedding reception will be everything you ever dreamed of!
Wish we could have the actual marriage in Sydney too, but hooray for enlightened New York!
Hugs and kisses to Caleb.
Sunny xxx
TO: Caleb Quartermaine
FROM: Leo Quartermaine
SUBJECT: WTF??????
Caleb
What are you doing to me?
Sunshine Smart cannot be a real name. And she wants to friend me on Facebook! NOT JOKING!
Despite being dropped in it with the lunatic, I will ensure the dinner doesn’t turn into a three-ring circus.
Can’t wait to meet Jonathan—but please tell me he’s nothing like his bridesmaid.
LQ
Sunshine Smart was looking forward to her second meeting with Leo Quartermaine. Despite their introductory meeting two days ago, lasting just ten minutes and ending with him declining her request to be Facebook friends.
She loved Leo’s restaurants—well, what she’d read about them. Because she’d never actually eaten at one...which she was about to remedy.
She loved him on TV—tough but fair, judging those reality TV would-be chefs, and dreamy as when fronting Cook It Up With Leo.
She was predisposed to love anyone whose brother was smart enough to marry her best friend Jonathan Jones.
And she just—well, loved him. In that Isn’t he adorable? way of loving people who were just so solid and serious and a teensy bit repressed.
But his hair—or lack thereof—was a problem. There was no reason for Leo to shave his head. It wasn’t as if he had a comb-over issue. He could have a full head of hair if he wanted! Lush, thick, wheat-blond. She’d seen the ‘before shaved head’ photos on the internet. And the start of the regrowth at their first meeting. She’d read a comment in an article about it being easier in the kitchen without hair—but she wasn’t asking for a ponytail!
Anyway, that could be fixed. There was time for him to grow it. She would just drop a word in his ear.
Sunshine checked her make-up. Her new red lipstick looked fabulous. Her eyes...well, what could you do? The grey eyeshadow was heavily layered; mascara so thick each lash look like a tarantula leg—make-up intended to distract people from her ocular weirdness. About which there was nothing she could do—unlike Leo Quartermaine’s hair!
She got out of her car—a bright yellow 1970s relic—and walked purposefully towards Q Brasserie.
* * *
Leo Quartermaine heard Sunshine approach before he saw her.
He associated that tap-tapping rhythm on the polished concrete floor with her, despite only having met her once before.
He was betting she was wearing another pair of ankle-breaking high heels.
To be fair, she was a shoe designer. But shoe designers made flats, didn’t they? Like those ballet-slipper things. Not that he could picture Sunshine Smart in ballet slippers. Or trainers—crikey!
‘Leo!’ she called out, as though he were a misplaced winning lottery ticket, suddenly found. He was starting to think ‘ecstatic’ was her default setting.
‘Sunshine,’ he said, managing not to roll his eyes. Sunshine! How had her parents put that on the birth certificate without gagging?
‘So!’
He’d already clocked the fact that she often started her utterances with ‘So!’ As though an amazing revelation would be out of her mouth on the next breath.
‘News!’ she said, tap-tapping towards the window table where he was sitting.
And, yep, six inches of spike on her feet. In electric blue patent leather. God help his eyes.
She stripped off her trench coat as she made her way across the floor, causing her long necklace to swing. He’d noticed the necklace last time. Pretty. Three types of gold—a rose gold chain, with a yellow gold sun and white gold moon dangling from it.
Miraculously, her dress was an understated colour—pale grey-blue. But it fitted her like a second skin and had one of those things—pellums? Peplums? Whatever!—that dragged a man’s eyes to a woman’s waist and hips. She had a hell of a figure, he had to admit. Curvaceous, like the hourglass pin-up girls of the 1950s.
