St. Martin's Press
Featuring: Lucio βLuckyβ Montevez; Ginger Garrison
352 pages ISBN: 0312366051 EAN: 9780312366056 Mass Market Paperback Add to Wish List
THE NIGHT SHE GOT LUCKY by Susan Donovan is the second story in a series about a group of friends who all own dogs, and get together to walk them. The series starts with Ain't Too Proud To Beg.
Ginger Garrison is attending the wedding of one of her dog walking friends, Josie, when she first meets Lucio Montevez, "Lucky" to his friends. While Ginger thinks that Lucky is nice enough, she isn't sure she is ready to move into a new relationship after the divorce from her husband. On top of that, she works for a newspaper and, due to the economy, newspapers around the country are laying off staff, and her future employment is in jeopardy. With all this to think about is she really ready to expose her heart to a new relationship?
Lucky, who is used to traveling the world taking photographs, is "stranded" in San Francisco, his career in shatters as he stands accused of defrauding the magazine for which he did the most work. He knows he's been framed, but will he be lucky enough to uncover the person who framed him, and get his reputation back? As Lucky tries to uncover who might have destroyed his career, is he ready to commit to a long term relationship, and give up his playboy ways?
There is no denying there is chemistry between Lucky and Ginger, yet it occasionally felt slightly false to me. Then as I sit and contemplate love and life, I wonder if it is ever smooth sailing. Not really, so maybe those moments in which I found it hard to believe these two might really care for each other in a happy ever after sort of way might just have been one of those bumps in the road that we must travel to find true love.
I didn't read the first book, Ain't Too Proud To Beg, and wish I had so I would better understand the dynamics of the women's friendships, and had learned about Josie and Rick from the beginning, but I don't really think it's necessary to read in order. I am anxiously awaiting the next in the series, and wonder which friend is going to be next to fall in love, and live happily ever after.
Technically, Ginger Garrison wasnβt the first bridesmaid to
faint into the arms of Lucio Montevez. That had
occurred nearly twenty years earlier in Las Alpujarras, at
Lucioβs own wedding, when his young brideβs best friend
went into an apoplectic fit of jealousy. The girl managed to
call Lucio a hairy wild boar and pound her fists on his
chest before she collapsed, which added some levity to
the ill-fated event. Sadly, the last time Lucio returned to
Spain, heβd encountered the onetime bridesmaid on the
main street of his village. He said hello. She spat in the
dirt near his feet and continued walking.
Ah, romance.
Lucio propped the most recent fainting bridesmaid against
his chest, then reached up under a resplendent amount
of green chiffon fabric until he found the back of her
knees. He lifted her, pulled her close, and turned
toward the guesthouse, where heβd learned she was staying.
Lucio knew he should concentrate solely on the
placement of his feet on the stone walk, but the allure of
Senora Garrisonβs exposed bosom and satiny throat were
impossible to resist. So he alternated. He looked at
his feet on the stones, then at the glorious swells and
slopes of the woman in his arms. He carefully placed
his feet on the doorstep, then appreciated the graceful
lines of her cheek. The stairs, her cute little nose.
Kicking open the door, her trim waist.
It was too much for him. The instant Lucio entered the
upstairs guestroom β even before he could place her on
the bed β he lowered his lips to the satiny warm skin below
her jaw line. He kissed her there, gently flicking his
tongue against her pulse. She would be fine, he knew. She
simply needed to loosen her dress. So Lucio placed her
on top of the coverlet, rolling her away enough for him
to reach the zipper. Slowly, he pulled it down, and with the
release of each stainless steel tooth, more of the
womanβs taut skin was revealed to his appreciative gaze.
Lucioβs breath quickened as the inches of flawless pink
revealed themselves between her shoulder blades, around
her ribs, along the straight, delicate spine, and lower,
lower, to the top of what was proving to be a perfectly
rounded buttocks.
With great care β and an unexpected surge of self-discipline
β he eased her onto her back, making sure the dress
covered her bare breasts but did not hinder her breathing.
He brushed her left cheek with the back of his fingertips.
βTe fuiste, mi amor,β he whispered. βWake up, love. You left
me for a moment. Breathe now.β
She stirred.
βThat is good,β he said, suddenly aware of a strange sizzle
in the air, an electrical rush moving through his body.
He glanced to check if a breeze ruffled the curtains. But
there was nothing.
Then Ginger sighed, her dainty pink lips parting ever so
slightly, and Lucio felt it again, stronger this time β
a wave, a disturbance in the air, a question and its answer
tucked inside a crackle of energy. Gingerβs eyelashes
flickered. His self-control had been short lived.
βForgive me,β Lucio said as he lowered his mouth to hers.
βBut I must.β
He kissed her. Her lips yielded to his gentle pressure,
opening to him. Lucio groaned in bliss, the energy
coursing through him, the kiss building, surging, growing
hotter and hotter. . .
Until she struck him.
The thud of her palms against his chest knocked the wind
from his lungs. Lucio prevented himself from falling
off the edge of the bed, and managed a smile. βSleeping
beauty awakes!β he said, bowing slightly.
βYou freakinβ pig!β
With that pronouncement, Ginger sat up abruptly, her thick
auburn hair askew, her dress falling far south of
modesty. She choked in outrage, yanking the dress up past a
set of stupendous breasts all the way to her clavicle.
Thatβs when she screamed.
In the two decades heβd roamed the globe as a nature
photographer for Geographica Magazine, heβd dealt with
hysterical females of every size, shade, nationality, and
demeanor. Theyβd cursed him in a variety of tongues β
Mandarin, Punjabi, and Cajun French initially came to mind β
and in a variety of exotic settings. The Nepalese
highlands. Kenyaβs Rift Valley. Under a canopy of
strangler fig vines over the Upper Amazon. But he couldnβt
remember any of them being as desirable as Ginger
Garrison. There was something beguiling about the woman β
quite tall but, oh, so feminine. He guessed she was in
her mid thirties, at the peak of mature beauty, with fiery
hazel eyes and delicate hands, one of which was, at
that very moment, flying toward his face, palm flat and
open.
Thwack!
The guestroom door flew wide, and Lucio immediately
recognized the cavalry as the other two bridesmaids in
the wedding party, an older, mannish woman named Beatrice
Latimer, and a little dark-haired cutie named Roxanne
Bloom. Though he would have preferred it the other way
around, Roxanne was in a bulky bathrobe and Bea was in
a camisole and panties.
βWhat the fuck?β Bea said, balling her fists at her sides.
βAllow me to introduce myself.β Lucio rose from the bed and
headed toward the neutral center of the room. βI am
Lucio Montevez, but those who know me well call me Lucky.β
The women did not seem impressed. βYour friend fainted
on the walkway outside, and I brought her here to recover.β
βWe donβt care if youβre the Pope!β Roxanneβs eyes flew
wide. βWe heard Ginger scream and weβre calling the
police!β
Lucio tried not to laugh. βThere is no need, I assure you.β
βReally?β Bea took a step toward him, and by the looks of
the womanβs defined quadriceps, she meant business.
βBecause it sure looks like you just assaulted her.β Bea
pointed at Ginger. βHer dress is open. She looks
unraveled. That scream was the real deal. Your luck has just
run out, dude.β
βWait.β It was Ginger. She fumbled with the dress,
clutching it to her chest as she reached around her
back to find the open zipper. Then she blinked, quickly
shook her head, and touched her lips. Her eyes shot
toward him. βI couldnβt breathe. I saw you step out from
behind the roses, then everything went black.β Gingerβs
jaw slackened. Her hand fell to her side. And she stared at
him in shock.
Gingerβs friend had been right β the woman was unraveled.
Lucio certainly hadnβt meant to unnerve her to this
degree. It was only a kiss.
βYou said you were waiting for me,β Ginger whispered, horror
in her eyes.
βI did.β
βThen you said something in Spanish. What was it?β
βI merely explained that youβd stolen my heart.β
Gingerβs eyes went wider still. βYou kissed me.β
βI had hoped to revive you,β Lucio said, smiling. βI am
happy to see it worked.β
βEver heard of a cold cloth on the forehead?β Roxanne asked.
Lucio laughed. βThis has been a rare pleasure, ladies.
Please let me know if you should need further assistance.β
He headed toward the door, looking back long enough to see
the loathing in Beaβs sneer and the distrust in
Roxanneβs narrowed eyes. Ginger, however, was once again
touching a pair of lips that had drifted into a dreamy
smile.
With a nod, Lucio headed down the steps and outside, a smile
of his own spreading across his face. Without a doubt,
loosening the dress of the hazel-eyed, auburn haired Ginger
Garrison had been the most pleasant surprise of the
last three months, and Lucio decided heβd allow himself a
moment to savor it. After all, he deserved a brush with
beauty in the midst of all the ugliness that had
suddenly become his life.
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