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An Ellora’s Cave Romantica Publication

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Wedding Stud

ISBN 9781419911200

Edited by Briana St. James.

Cover art by Syneca.

Electronic book Publication June 2007

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This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is

purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the authors’ imagination and used fictitiously.

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S – ENSUOUS

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X – TREME

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The following material contains graphic sexual content meant for mature readers. This story has been rated E

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W EDDING S TUD

Eve Vaughn

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Chapter One

Where the hell was he? Penny glanced at her watch for the third time in the five

minutes. Had the long, drawn-out process she’d gone through been a waste of time? The

circumstance of her cousin’s wedding was humiliating enough without her showing up

dateless.

Penny closed her eyes as she remembered the exact moment Chad told her he’d

fallen in love with her cousin Barbara. She thought he was going to ask her to marry him.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you, but… I couldn’t help falling in love with Barb. You’re a

nice girl, but she’s so―”

She had cut him off at that point, not wanting to hear any more. Besides she had a

pretty good idea as to what he was going to say— Barbara was beautiful.

Penny could never compete. Where Barbara was blonde, blue-eyed and petite,

Penny was dark, tall and not exactly bikini-model sized. Actually, most people would

consider her plump.

Eyeing her appearance in the full-length mirror in her living room, Penny had to

admit the dress she now wore flattered her normally problematic figure. Her sister,

Tana, had convinced her to buy the royal blue halter gown.

Her dark brown hair was worn in a loose, but elegant chignon. Very little makeup

adorned her face except around her eyes, making them look larger and greener than

ever.

For once, she was pleased with her appearance, but what was the point in looking

good if she had no date to the wedding? She hadn’t intended to go in the first place, but

her mom and Aunt Helen had pleaded, feeding her some bull about families sticking

together and being there for one another. Well why the hell hadn’t anyone told Barbara

that when she’d stolen Penny’s boyfriend?

Tana had suggested that not going to the wedding would send the message that

Penny still cared for Chad, giving their cousin more ammunition to gloat. The best

revenge would be showing up and having a great time.

If she were being honest with herself, Penny was over Chad, but her cousin’s

betrayal was what cut the most. Barbara, having no shame whatsoever, made a big deal

about Penny not having a date for the wedding, pushing Penny so far that she felt she

needed to make something up.

“For your information, I do have a date.”

The smug expression on her cousin’s face turned to one of disbelief. “Oh really?”

“Yes, really. Surely you didn’t expect me to still be mooning over what’s-his-name.

Actually, the two of you did me a favor. Had you two not, uh… fallen in love, I never

would have met Cole.”

Barbara’s lips had tightened and eyes narrowed. “Why is this the first time I’m

hearing about it?”

“Come on, Barb, do you ever really listen to anyone when the subject isn’t about

you?” Tana had cut in, saving Penny from digging herself deeper in the hole she’d

created.

Barbara had not been amused.

The lie she’d made up, however, had put Penny in an awkward position. Now not

only did she have to attend the blasted affair, but she’d have to bring a date.

Tana, bless her scheming heart, had suggested hiring a date for the night. With only

a month before the wedding with no prospects, why not pay for someone to pretend to

be madly in love with her?

Penny though the idea ridiculous, but as the event grew closer, desperation set in.

As if the hand of fate had intervened, she’d come across and ad in the newspaper.

Need a date to an important event in a hurry? Want to impress your friends with Mr. Tall,

Dark, Handsome and Successful? Then call Studs for Hire. You won’t be disappointed.

Sure the ad was cheesy, but what choice did she have? There weren’t many options

left. She could hire someone for the night and later tell her family they’d broken up. The

only person who would be the wiser was Tana and Penny knew her sister could keep a

secret.

The plan seemed foolproof, but now she wondered if she’d made a big mistake. In

retrospect, the proprietor of Rent a Stud seemed more interested in getting her

credentials than finding out what she wanted. And then there was the photo she had to

submit. It was almost as if she was applying for a job there, and not trying to buy a

service from them.

The odd thing was they wouldn’t take payment. “We won’t take payment until the

end of the date. We’ll find your perfect mate.”

“Don’t you mean match for the evening?” Penny had asked, wondering what in the

world he could possibly mean by such a strange statement.

“Don’t you worry, my dear. You’ll get a night you won’t forget,” he’d told her

mysteriously.

After giving him the information on the event and her personal info, Penny felt a

little uneasy afterward. Had she done the right thing?

Now here she stood, wondering if she’d made a huge mistake. They had so much

information on her, there was no telling how they’d use it. She groaned. How could she

be so stupid? There was no way she could go to the ceremony.

She could just imagine Barbara gloating. “I will not cry. I will not cry.” Penny willed

the unshed tears stinging her eyes to go away.

The shrill ring of her doorbell cut through her thoughts.

Finally ! She released a nervous laugh at her silliness. Taking a deep breath, she

opened the door. She had expected a relatively attractive man, but Mr. Tall, Dark and

Delicious was so much better.

Her jaw dropped at the stud standing in the doorway—no, stud wasn’t the word for

him. He was her every wet dream come true. Penny moved her mouth to speak, but no

words were forthcoming. Mr. Sexy stood at least six-feet-five, towering over her

five-foot-ten frame.

The superb cut of his tuxedo didn’t disguise his muscular build and broad

shoulders. Intense thickly lashed onyx eyes stared out of a chiseled face. Everything

about him was perfect, from his square jaw and sensually curved lips, to the deep cleft

in his chin. Black wavy hair worn longer than was fashionable touched his collar.

Had someone just turned up the temperature?

The hunk smiled, revealing large even white teeth, sending Penny’s heart into a

tailspin.

“You must be Penelope Marsh. My name is Nicholas Carradine, and I’ll be your

date for the evening.” He held out his hand.

Penny realized she should have taken and shook it, but her brain wasn’t functioning

normally.

Nicholas took action and grasped her hand in his, bringing her wrist to his lips. A

jolt of electricity seemed to flow between the two of them, snapping Penny out of her

trance.

Had she imagined it or did his eyes just glow?

No. Her mind was definitely playing tricks on her. Nicholas probably thought she

was an idiot. “Yes, I-I’m Penelope, but you can call me yours—I mean, Penny.” She

groaned inwardly at her Freudian slip. Was it possible to embarrass herself any more

than she already had?

His smile widened, showing off a menacing pair of canines. That should have

turned her off, but oddly, it didn’t. “I would be delighted to call you mine—for the

night.”

And forever.

He finished that last thought in his mind. The pictures had not done her justice.

After several fruitless dates through the Eternal Mates service, he’d finally found her .

The chemistry blazing between them when they hands touched, told Nicholas that

Penelope was definitely the one.

His mouth watered at the sight of the satin dress clinging so lovingly to her

voluptuous curves. He hoped he’d have the pleasure of taking it off her later. Nicholas’

nose twitched, his keen sense of smell homing in on her fragrant pussy. A smile tugged

the corner of his lips.

Good.

She was as aware of him as he of her. Now more than ever, he was determined to

claim her as his life mate before the end of the night. He wondered, however, how he’d

make it through the duration of this blasted wedding celebration without carrying

Penelope off somewhere and fucking her senseless.

He was amused by her reaction to his last declaration. Nicholas couldn’t tear his

gaze away from the soft contour of her lips. He itched to taste them. God, she was

lovely. Deciding to put her at ease, he spoke. “I apologize for being late. I got caught in

traffic.”

She shook her head as if coming out of a daze. “Oh I… that’s okay. We should

probably get going. I want to make sure we get there before the ceremony starts. Do I

pay you now or after the date?” Penelope looked so uncertain.

The need to pull her into his arms and kiss the frown from her heart-shaped mouth

grew stronger. “We’ll talk payment later.”

She shrugged. “This is an odd escort service. I would have thought I’d need to pay

upfront.”

“Payment has been made.” The second those words escaped his lips, Nicholas

regretted them. He’d gotten ahead of himself.

Penelope’s brow furrowed. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, you need not worry about payment yet. This is a different type of service. It

strives for costumer satisfaction before seeking payment.” His explanation was rushed,

but he hoped she bought it.

“I’d say it was different. You’re certainly not what I expected.”

He lifted a brow. “Is that a good or bad thing?”

“Definitely good.” Blood rushed to her face, reddening her cheeks.

He still couldn’t get over how beautiful she was. Not only would he enjoy fucking

her, but tasting every inch of her as well. “Shall we go?”

“Yes. Let me get my purse.” She left him standing in the doorway, but returned

within seconds. Once she locked her door, Nicholas offered his arm to her and then

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