The Wilder Brother Now in print! Genre: contemporary romantic comedy For Colton Wilder, the invitation to his brother's wedding is an invitation to trouble, because Colt, having boinked the bride, knows what she's really like. He doesn't want his brother, Max, marrying selfish, manipulative Nicole Newcombe, a famous supermodel. In his view, Nicole stole the groom from her sister, Dana. For staid scientist Dana Newcombe, the invitation to her identical twin's wedding is an invitation to humiliation. While Nicole was conniving to steal Max away from Dana, Dana had wild monkey sex in a glass-walled elevator with his brother, Colt....when they meet again at the wedding, she doesn't want to want Colt, but she can't help remembering and re-enacting their earlier sexy tryst...

Reviews

Rating: 5 hearts: excellent…playful…fast-paced and humorous. The sexual activity is very explicit but not offensive… I heartily recommend this book...different from the norm….
Brenda Talley, The Romance Studio

Rating: 5 stars: An extremely entertaining page-turner…Storytelling at its best!
Mahaira Fatima, Just Erotic Romance Reviews

Rating: 4 angels: an enchanting tale of love... The sexual chemistry between Dana and Colton is explosive while they are able to connect with one another on a deeply emotional level...
Tewanda, Fallen Angel Reviews

Excerpt from Chapter Two

Stricken, Dana watched her almost-fiancé leave with her twin sister.

Max hadn’t known who she was. When would he figure it out? When he bedded Nicole?

Whatever happened, it was clear that Nick was right, Max was clueless, and Dana couldn’t marry him.

Supper passed in a blur of champagne, appetizers and conversation. Nicole and Max’s betrayal loosened the chain that had prevented Dana from enjoying Colt’s company. Now she could admit to herself that she was attracted to Colt, handsome, funny, interesting Colt. He paid a flattering level of attention to her, touching her frequently. He played footsie under the table and kissed peanut sauce off her fingers. She accepted the caresses, wondering what Nicole and Max were doing. Two bottles of champagne later, Dana didn’t care.

Colt left only to pay the bill at the desk rather than at the table. He took several minutes. She wondered why, but took the opportunity to freshen her lipstick.

After his return, he took Dana’s elbow and steered her toward the elevator. She didn’t know why, but decided she didn’t care when she stepped inside. “Oh, wow.” A modern, glass-walled structure, the elevator car afforded a view out of the hotel. The city was dark now, but the night was punctuated by glittering lights. “Ooh, pretty.” She stared with fascination.

As the double doors closed, he punched a button. The city’s lights winked and glowed, turning into shining streaks of color as the car rose.

Colt eased her against the elevator wall, pressing his hips against her. He dug one hand into her hair, fisting it, holding her face steady as he kissed her. Slow and sensual, his mouth leisurely explored hers. She parted her lips, impliedly saying yes to whatever he chose to take. He slipped his tongue inside for a deep, sexy soul kiss, and heat flashed through her body.

He must have rented a room when he paid the bill, she realized hazily. Did she want this?

The memory of Max leaving the restaurant with his arm around Nick taunted Dana. But did that really matter? Max didn't know.

Anyway, did their acts excuse hers?

She tried to squirm away from Colt, but his weight pinned her. With his tongue stalking hers, stroking hers, she couldn't protest.

She didn't want this. Did she?

She turned her head away, detaching her mouth, and panted for air. He kissed along her jawline and down the side of her throat, parting his body from hers only to glide his free palm against her breast, plucking the nipple until she moaned. He rocked his hips against hers again, using one thigh to urge her legs apart, then wedging himself against her.

His hard-on nudged the sweetest spot. Pleasure flared, intense and sharp. She bit his lower lip without thinking, then pulled away with a gasp. If he kept doing that, she'd come, and she didn't want that. She did not want an orgasm with Colt. Or did she?

His hand left her breast to fumble at the strap of her dress. He tugged it down, exposing her. His fingers took her breast again, cupping her as he recaptured her mouth. He plunged deeper with his tongue and rubbed his erection back and forth across her mound. Every stroke of his hard cock against her clit took her higher and higher, forcing jagged shards of pleasure through her body.

The fifth time he did that Dana came, tearing her mouth away from his to draw ragged breaths. He feathered his lips along her throat toward her ear. A tender afterglow enveloped her in ecstasy.

But he wasn’t done. He lifted her skirt and palmed her inner thigh, reaching toward her pussy. His busy fingers found a tiny rip in the crotch of her pantyhose. He tore the hole wider and pushed a finger into her moist folds, caressing her clitoris, then probing her slit.

With a long, low moan, Dana continued coming. Colt lifted her leg high and set her heeled foot onto the elevator rail while unbuttoning his fly with hasty fingers.

A condom packet crackled, and then he was inside her, easing into her welcoming, wet pussy. His thick cock opening her brought her to her senses.

"C-colt?"

"Yeah, baby?" Rotating his hips into hers, he slid a hand between them and stroked her bud.

Another blaze of pleasure shot through her, and she sucked in a breath. Colt didn't stop, and she couldn't. But she had to.

"We c-can't do this."

He laughed. "We are doing this."

"It's wrong for me."

"Shh. Do me, baby, real good. Come for me."

And she did. Again, with one of his hands rolling her nipple and the other playing with her clit. She was on fire, way out of control, her entire being centered on his hard cock stretching her sheath, his eager hands exploring every inch of her body he could reach, his tongue filling her mouth.

Dana dropped her head back against the glass elevator wall, turning her head so her cheek touched its coolness. Her panting breaths gradually calmed as the aftershocks mellowed into a gentle, soft bliss.

Colt nibbled on her earlobe and asked, “You’re not going to marry my brother, are you, Dana?”

Every muscle in Dana’s body spasmed, and she sobered in an instant. She shoved Colt away from her. “You--you--you--“ She clawed for the elevator’s control panel, stabbing randomly at buttons before grabbing a round red knob marked STOP. She yanked on it, and the elevator halted with a jerk. An alarm sounded.

Howling with laughter, Colt clutched his sides as Dana frantically punched at the button she hoped would open the elevator doors. The doors finally slid apart. They’d stopped between floors, with only a two foot space at the level of her head. She could see light and carpeting in the gap, and that was enough for her. She grabbed onto the rim of the sixth floor, trying to haul herself out of the elevator.

Colt’s laughter increased to guffaws interspersed with snorts. “Dana, Dana. Stop, honey. You’ll hurt yourself.”

She dug her elbows into the carpet. Her hips and legs were still inside the elevator, and she could feel one of Nicole’s high heels slipping off her foot. She curled her toes, trying to keep the shoe on. She didn’t care about explaining the loss of a shoe to Nick, that traitor. But Dana needed the shoe to get home.

Colt grabbed her hips. “Seriously, darlin’, what if the elevator starts up again?” He wasn’t laughing anymore.

“Let me go, you scumbag!”

“I’m a scumbag? You’re steppin’ out on your boyfriend and I’m the scumbag?”

“You--you knew!”

“Yeah, I knew. I knew you and your sister are making fun of my brother.”

“We’re not making fun. This--this is serious.”’

“Then what are you doing?”

“None of your business.” She tried to squirm out of his grasp.

“Didn’t expect me to stop by, did you?”

“I tried to tell you--“ The alarm bell clanged again, and she could hear running feet. Someone shouted from the floor below, “Don’t worry, we’ll get you out!”

She decided that dying would be better than continuing to endure this humiliation. “To hell with it,” she snapped. Kicking Colt away, she flipped the shoes off her feet. She climbed out of the elevator and ran along the carpeted hotel hallway toward a door marked EXIT.

Leaning against the elevator wall, Colt continued to laugh so hard that tears leaked from his eyes. He slapped his palm against the red STOP knob, shoving it in. The elevator doors closed, and the car again started to rise. When it stopped, he tapped the L button, intending to look for Dana and see her home when he arrived in the lobby.

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