One Indecent Night

by Hargrove, A. M.

  We said our goodbyes, but it was hard leaving again. Those cute little babies would look entirely different the next time I saw them.

  I waved and went to check in. The flight to Denver was fine, other than I cried all the way. When I got to my connecting flight, I was told there was a problem. The plane had mechanical issues and they were rescheduling all passengers. Everyone was scrambling to get a seat. I was lucky enough to get re-ticketed on another flight, although it was in coach. That was my only option. At least I’d get back to London when I was supposed to.

  I went to the next gate and waited to board. As luck would have it, I was in the very back of the plane, by the bathrooms and galley. So much for sleeping. Then I started crying again as I thought of everyone on Evan’s fancy jet, on their way back to New York. I had the aisle seat, and was wiping my watering eyes, when this raspy voice said, “Scusami.” He pointed to the seat right next to me. I was sure he spoke in either Italian or Portuguese, because it wasn’t Spanish.

  I stood so he could get to his seat and even then, I had to look up. He was tall, with blond to light brown hair, amazing hazel eyes, and wore glasses. There was something about men in glasses that I had always found hot. Sexiness oozed out of him. Even I noticed it in my depressed state of mind. I checked to see if he had a wedding ring on. He wore several rings, but I didn’t know if they were the kind that indicated wedded bliss. I dropped my gaze down to his ass because it was right in front of me now, as he slid into his seat, and it was delicious. I’d been so focused on it, it wasn’t until I heard him clear his throat that I snapped out of my ass-trance and sat down.

  Sniffing back my tears, his gaze burned through me. I’m sure he was thinking his luck was rotten because he’d gotten stuck next to an emotional wreck of a woman.

  Suddenly, some tissues appeared next to my hand. Turning my head, I noticed he was smiling.

  “Thank you.” I wiped my eyes, which I was sure looked like hell. My mascara must’ve been perched on my chin by now.

  “You’re welcome. I hope everything is okay?”

  “I’m only being foolish,” I answered, sucking back more tears. “I left my family behind. My sister just got married and has infant twins. My mother recently died, I’m on my way back to the U.K., and I was supposed to be on a different plane in first class, but it had mechanical problems, so here I am, crying my eyes out next to you. I’m sorry.” I just told this poor guy my life story. What the hell was wrong with me?

  “You too? I was supposed to be on that flight in first class. This was the only option, unless I wanted to wait two days, and I have to get back to the U.K. as well.”

  His beautiful accent made me smile.

  “I guess we’re in this together then.”

  “I’m sorry about your mother. I lost mine at a very early age.”

  I grabbed his hand, which surprised him, I think. “Oh no! That must’ve been horrible. I can’t imagine. I’m twenty-five, and it’s killing me. Mine passed in January and I keep thinking it’ll get better, but I find myself wanting to call or text her all the time, until I remember she’s gone. I don’t know how a young child could manage. I am so sorry for you.”

  “Yes, it was a terrible time for my father and me. He was very, very sad. I remember he cried very much, and I went to stay with my grandparents for a time. I didn’t understand why my mother didn’t come to get me. Children can’t understand those things.”

  As he told me his story, I cried for the broken child he must’ve been.

  “Ah, I did not mean to make you cry. It was a long time ago, and as you can see, my old heart has mended.”

  “I don’t believe you. That’s something you never get over. You only learn to cope with it.”

  “Perhaps you are correct. My father eventually stopped crying and I went back home. We grew close again and time passed.”

  “Did he ever remarry?”

  “Sadly, no. He is still a single man, but a very busy one. I believe he is happy in his own way.”

  The flight attendant came through to check we were buckled up and they did the safety video. Soon after, we took off. Maybe with this handsome man next to me, the flight wouldn’t be so bad after all.

  When they announced we could use all devices, he pulled out a computer and began typing away. About a half hour later, he shut it down.

  “Were you in Denver on business?”

  “Yes, and it was my first time there,” he said. “I would very much like to go back. And you were there as well?”

  “No, my brother-in-law has a house in Vail. That’s where we were.”

  “Do you ski?” he asked.

  “Yes, do you?”

  “Yes, I love to ski. I hear Vail is a wonderful place.”

  “It is. If you ever get the chance, you should go. By the way, I’m Piper.”

  He laughed. “Hello, Piper. I am Alessandro. I am very pleased to meet you.” We shook hands and I didn’t want to let his go. It was warm and comforting.

  “Same here. And I take it you’re Italian?”

  “Yes. How could you tell?” he asked with a chuckle.

  “Your British accent gave you away.” We both laughed this time.

  I added, “You speak English very beautifully.”

  “Thank you, so do you.” I dipped my head as I chuckled.

  We checked the movies and found we shared the same interests. We talked about books and discovered we both loved to read. He loved English and Italian literature and I shared with him my love for English literature too. We discussed how he both loved hiking and biking. I told him a funny story about how I was mountain biking once and crashed into a ravine. He didn’t find it funny. In fact, he was concerned I could’ve been injured.

  “That part was true. The funny part was when I showed up at work the next morning. I had to teach, and my face looked like I’d gone ten rounds with a prizefighter. My principal wanted to know who beat me up. She thought I’d gotten mugged.”

  “What did you look like?”

  “I had a black eye and one entire side of my face was scraped. It was ugly. The students thought I was cool, though.”

  “You should be careful mountain biking.”

  “I am. That was a freak accident.”

  Sometime during the flight, I fell asleep. When I woke up, my head was on his shoulder and my arm was hugging him. Shit, what the hell.

  I jerked straight up in my seat and he only chuckled. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do that.”

  “You were sleeping very soundly. I didn’t mind a bit.”

  It was very awkward for me, because he stared at me as though he wanted something, something more. Or was that my imagination? And what more could he have. This flight would be over soon and then we’d go our separate ways. What good would it do? I didn’t want to get involved with someone for a one and done. What the hell was I saying? A one and done? No way would I become a member of the mile high club with someone I just met.

  How could I have known that after two vodka drinks, I’d be eating my words. It didn’t happen in the bathroom. It happened in our seats. The lights were out, there was no one on either side of us, we had blankets covering us. His hand reached over to me, unzipped my pants as he watched me closely. His expert fingers soon had me heated and I worked his long thick cock as we each came as silently as possible. Technically, we hadn’t done it, so I guess I wasn’t truly a member, but still, I’d let this stranger bring me to a glorious orgasm as I bit my lips in ecstasy.

  When he kissed me afterward and said, “Piper, you are a most sexy woman. I’d love to have you completely,” I wanted to climb aboard that train and ride it forever.

  Unfortunately, the flight landed too soon, and we walked to baggage claim. My heart was heavy once again as the thought of my lonely apartment waited for me.

  We waited in line for our taxis, and when it was my turn, he kissed my hand and bid me farewell. I was disappointed he didn’t ask for my number, but he did say he woul
d only be here for six months. And wasn’t that my plan as well?

  The following day, I dragged myself to class, still suffering from jet lag. I took my usual front row seat, but this time it would force me to stay awake. Only that wouldn’t be necessary because in walked Alessandro. He headed straight for the podium, and said, “Good morning everyone. My name is Professor Balotelli and I will be your visiting instructor for the next six months. His eyes scanned the room until they landed on me. They widened, and then his mouth curved up, as I broke into a sweat and automatically clenched my thighs. This was going to be an impossible six months.

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  The End

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  To be continued in …

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  One Shameless Night

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  She was the nanny. He was the boss. They both knew things would end badly.

  Five minutes after walking through the door, I hated the sexy Greydon West.

  I wondered why he’d ever had kids in the first place.

  The broody, single father of two didn’t know the meaning of the word fun.

  The only things my regimented, hot-tempered boss seemed to care about we’re his ridiculous spreadsheets.

  But for some reason, his prickly, stiff-mannered disposition made me curious about what was hidden beneath that exterior.

  Then, one day I stumbled upon the key that unlocked the mystery of Dr. West.

  That was when the sexy dreams began … the same ones that awakened me every night.

  And that kiss we shared … biggest mistake ever.

  I knew nothing good would result from it.

  But I couldn’t seem to stay away because I was already in too deep.

  I should’ve listened to those alarms in my head, but I ignored them.

  Which was why I found my heart about to erupt in flames and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it.

  "A deliciously sexy slow-burn romance. I absolutely loved this book!!" Tia Louise, USA Today Bestselling Author

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  One Rule: No More Men.

  Two years ago I walked away from a marriage I thought would last forever and all I got from it was Dick …

  And I don’t mean the one between my stupid ex’s legs.

  I’m talking about the one hundred fifty pound furry dog said ex dropped off at my doorstep.

  But I’d take Dick over any man, any day.

  So why did I resemble my dog, panting and drooling, whenever I ran into Hudson West, my sexy new neighbor?

  True, the gorgeous veterinarian was hotter than sin.

  And my new roommate only made it impossible for me to avoid conversation with a man I didn’t need.

  Until tragedy struck and some jerk decided to run Dick down.

  It was hotter than sin Hudson who came to his rescue.

  Then it became impossible to ignore him.

  It was only supposed to be a fling, a quickie, a one and done.

  We both had reasons to keep it that way … my one rule and his five-year-old son.

  Except things didn’t quite work out that way.

  One turned into two, then three, annnnd you get the picture.

  Before we knew it, he gave me a lot more than puppies and fairy tales.

  And that stupid rule?

  I should’ve stuck to it because now more than my heart was at risk.

  This is a full-length, stand alone, single dad, contemporary romance.

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  “This story engrossed me from page one. I was rooting for Pearson long before I should have because he’s so complicatedly endearing.” Jana Aston, NYT Bestselling Author

  To put it bluntly, Rose Wilson’s life sucks.

  When she finally gets the courage to divorce her abusive husband, she never imagines his prick of an attorney could be so cold-hearted.

  Needless to say, she loses everything, including her precious daughter.

  Imagine her shock when said attorney ends up as one of her new patients at the substance abuse center where she works.

  Rage sinks its claws into her as she throws his chart against the wall.

  How can she remain an empathetic counselor to her worst enemy, bad boy Pearson West, who helped destroy her life?

  Turns out, the cocky bastard, with his startling blue-gray eyes, way too sexy mouth, and tight jeans, soon has her lusting after him.

  Can Rose rise above her hatred—and lust—and maintain her professionalism to help him?

  Or will they both lose even more than they already have?

  From Smoke To Flames (A West Brothers Novel, #3) features surprising plot twists, suspense, and a mix of lovable characters that will keep you turning the pages. If you like raw emotion, mystery, with a bit of humor, then start this series today.

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  The West Sisters Novels:

  One Indecent Night

  One Shameless Night (TBD)

  One Blissful Night (TBD)

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  The West Brothers Novels:

  From Ashes to Flames

  From Ice to Flames

  From Smoke to Flames

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  For The Love of English

  For The Love of My Sexy Geek (The Vault)

  I’ll Be Waiting (The Vault)

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  The Men of Crestview:

  A Special Obsession

  Chasing Vivi

  Craving Midnight

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  Cruel and Beautiful

  A Mess of a Man

  One Wrong Choice

  A Beautiful Sin

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  The Wilde Players Dirty Romance Series:

  Sidelined

  Fastball<
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  Hooked

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  Worth Every Risk

  The Edge Series:

  Edge of Disaster

  Shattered Edge

  Kissing Fire

  The Tragic Duet:

  Tragically Flawed, Tragic 1

  Tragic Desires, Tragic 2

  The Hart Brothers Series:

  Freeing Her, Book 1

  Freeing Him, Book 2

  Kestrel, Book 3

  The Fall and Rise of Kade Hart

  Sabin, A Seven Novel

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  The Guardians of Vesturon Series

  Acknowledgments

  After The West Brothers, I never thought I’d do a spin-off series, but when Sylvie entered the picture, her voice spoke to me in volumes. Then the story unraveled in my head, and even though the beginning was much like many others where the couple wakes up in bed and one of them can’t remember a single thing, this one unwinded in a completely different fashion. I hope you enjoyed their twist and especially how Evan turned out to be such an amazing shoulder for Sylvie to lean on. I just love these two!

  And now dear readers, thank you so much for reading! You are the reason why all my books exists and why I get up in the morning and do what I love so much. My head explodes with so many story lines, I wish I could write them all faster.