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What is Clare Wingate doing? One minute shes suffering in a pretty-in-pink gown shell never wear again, and the next thing she knows its morning and she has the nastiest hangover of her life. To make matters worse, shes wearing nothing but a spritz of Escada and lying next to Sebastian Vaughan her girlhood crush turned sexy, globe-hopping journalist. Somewhere between the toast and the toss of the bouquet shed gotten herself into a whole lot of trouble. Clare had the right to go wild-;after all, shed been knocked off her dyed-to-match shoes after finding her own fianc in a compromising position with the washing machine repairman. Clearly her society wedding is off. But Sebastian pushed all the wrong buttons-;and some of the right ones, too. Clare is in no mood for love-;not even for lust-;and wants to forget about Sebastian and his six-pack abs ASAP. But he isnt in the mood to go away, and his kiss is impossible to forget.

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Rachel Gibson Im In No Mood For Love The second book in the Sex Lies and - photo 1

Rachel Gibson

Im In No Mood For Love

The second book in the Sex, Lies, and Online Dating series, 2006

I would like to express my heartfelt thanks

to the romance readers who have

faithfully supported me

since the publication of my very first book.

This one is for all of you.

One

The first time Clare Wingate found herself in a strange bed, shed been twenty-one, the victim of a bad breakup and too many Jell-O shooters. The love of her life had dumped her for a blond art student with an impressive rack, and Clare had spent the night at Humpin Hannahs, holding down the bar and nursing her broken heart.

The next morning she woke in a bed smelling of patchouli oil and staring up at a poster of Bob Marley, the guy snoring beside her drowning out the pounding in her head. She hadnt known either where she was or the snoring guys name. She hadnt stuck around long enough to ask.

Instead, shed grabbed her clothes and bolted. As shed driven home in the cruel light of morning, she told herself there were worse things in life than random sexual encounters. Bad things like flunking out of college or getting caught in a burning building. Yeah, those were bad. Still, a one-night stand wasnt for her. It had left her feeling disgusted and disturbed. But by the time she reached her apartment, shed chalked the whole thing up to a learning experience. Something a lot of young women did. Something to learn from, and something that was good to know for the future. Something she vowed would never happen again.

Clare had not been raised to reach for a shot glass and a warm body to make herself feel better. No, shed been raised to curb her impulses and contain her feelings behind a perfect facade of warm smiles, kind words, and impeccable manners. Wingates did not drink too much, talk too loud, or wear white shoes before Memorial Day. Ever. They did not wear their hearts on the sleeves of their cashmere sweater sets, and they most certainly did not jump into bed with strangers.

Clare may have been raised on restraint, but shed been born a romantic. In the pit of her soul she believed in love at first sight and instant attraction, and had a bad habit of leaping into relationships before she looked. She seemed destined to suffer repeated heartache, painful breakups, and the occasional drunken one nighter.

Fortunately, by her late twenties shed learned to put into practice the restraint shed been taught. For her reward, at the age of thirty-one, destiny blessed her and she met Lonny. The love of her life. The man shed met at a Degas exhibit, and who swept her off her feet. He was beautiful and romantic and not in the least like the heartbreakers shed dated in the past. He remembered birthdays and special occasions, and was brilliant when it came to floral arrangements. Clares mother loved him because he knew how to use a tomato server. Clare loved him because he understood about her work and left her alone when she was under a deadline.

After a year of dating, Lonny moved into Clares home, and they spent the next year in total sync. He loved her antique furniture, and they both loved pastels and had a passion for texture. They never fought or even argued. There was no emotional drama with Lonny, and when he asked her to marry him, shed said yes.

Lonny really was the perfect man. Wellexcept for his low sex drive. Sometimes he didnt want sex for months at a time, but really, she told herself, not all men were horn dogs.

Or so she believed, right up to the moment shed rushed home unexpectedly the day of her friend Lucys wedding and found him in flagrante delictowith the Sears service technician. It had taken her several stunned moments to process what was happening on the floor of her walk-in closet. Shed stood there with her great-grandmothers pearls in hand, too shocked to move, while the man whod fixed her Maytag the day before rode her fianc like a cowboy. And none of it seemed quite real until Lonny glanced up and his shocked brown gaze met hers.

I thought you were sick, shed said stupidly, and then, without another word, gathered up the hem of her silk and tulle bridesmaids dress and ran from the house. The drive to the church was a blur, and shed been forced to spend the rest of the day in a pink puff of a dress, smiling like her life hadnt jumped the rails and sailed off a cliff.

While Lucy read her vows, Clare felt her heart break piece by piece. Shed stood at the front of the church, smiling as she fell apart inside until she was hollow and empty, except for the pain squeezing her chest. At the wedding reception, she pushed the corners of her mouth up and raised a glass to her friends happiness. She felt it was her duty to make a suitable toast, and she did. She would rather have died than ruin Lucys day with her own problems. She just had to remember not to get toasted. She told herself that one small glass of champagne wouldnt hurt. It wasnt like knocking back straight shots of whiskey, after all.

Too bad she listened to herself.

Before she opened her eyes the morning after Lucys wedding, a feeling of dj vu crept into her pounding head. It was a feeling she hadnt experienced in years. Clare peeked through scratchy eyelids at morning light falling through a wide crack in the heavy curtains and spilling onto the gold and brown quilt weighing her down. Panic tightened her throat, and she quickly sat up, the sound of her pulse beating in her ears. The quilt slid down her bare breasts and fell to her lap.

Within the lighter shadows of the room, her gaze took in the king-sized bed, a hotel desk, and wall lamps. In the armoire across from her, a Sunday morning news program was on television, the sound turned down so low she could hardly hear it. The pillow beside hers was empty, but the heavy silver wristwatch on the bedside table and the sound of running water behind the closed bathroom door told her she was not alone.

She pushed the quilt aside and practically jumped out of bed. To her dismay, she wore nothing from the day before but a spritz of Escada and a pink thong. She scooped up the pink bustier at her feet and glanced quickly about for her dress. It was thrown across a small couch along with a pair of faded Levis.

No doubt about it, shed done it again, and like those few times years before, she couldnt remember the important details after a certain point in the evening.

She remembered Lucys wedding at St. Johns Cathedral and the reception afterward at the Double Tree Hotel. She remembered running out of champagne before the first round of toasts, forcing her to refill her glass several times. She recalled trading in her champagne glass for an old-fashioned filled with gin and tonic.

After that things got a little sketchy. Through a boozy haze, she recalled dancing at the reception, and she had a vague mortifying memory of singing Fat Bottomed Girls. Somewhere. She had flashes of her friends, Maddie and Adele, renting a room in the hotel for her so she could sleep it off before she had to go home and confront Lonny. The hotel mini bar. Sitting at the bar downstairs? Maybe. Then nothing.

Clare wrapped the bustier around her middle and endeavored to fasten the hooks between her breasts as she moved across the room toward the couch. Halfway, she tripped over one pink satin sandal. The only crystal clear memory in her head was that of Lonny and the repairman.

Her heart pinched but she didnt have time to dwell on the pain and utter astonishment of what shed seen. She would deal with Lonny, but first she had to get out of that hotel room.

With the corset hooked partway between her breasts, she reached for her pink fluff of a bridesmaids dress. She threw it over her head and battled yards of tulle, twisting and turning, fighting and pushing, until she had it down around her waist. Out of breath, she shoved her arms through the spaghetti straps and reached behind her for the zipper and little buttons on the back of the dress.

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