Happy Monday! To get the week started, here’s an excerpt from One Night by Allie Everhart.
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About the book
One NightAuthor: Allie Everhart
Publisher: Waltham Publishing
Release date: December 4th 2017
Genres: New Adult, Contemporary, Romance
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I’m a true romantic. I believe in fairy tales, soulmates, and happily ever afters. The last way I’d ever try to find my true love is with a one night stand. But that night of the party, I wasn’t looking for my soulmate. I just wanted to do something wild and crazy. So I did.
When a hot guy with dark hair, brooding eyes, and a chiseled face made eye contact with me across a crowded room, I held his stare and waited for him to come over. Before even asking my name, he kissed me. I kissed him back. And then, without giving it a second thought, I followed him to a room and had my first ever one-night stand.
The next morning, I took off. It was only supposed to be one night. Nothing more. But I couldn’t stop thinking about him. Even months later,
when I was dating someone else, I was still thinking about that mysterious stranger and the night we shared. Then I found out he’s not a stranger. He’s the friend of my roommate’s boyfriend and has been looking for me all summer.
I can’t let him find me. We were never supposed to see each other again. I’ll admit it was a magical night. One I’ll never forget. There were sparks, fireworks, and this unexplained feeling that we belong together. But soulmates aren’t found with a one-night stand. They’re found with handwritten love notes. Flowers. A first kiss under the moonlight.
A one night stand is the worst love story ever. But what if it’s mine?
“So…can I come in?” Dylan laughs a little.
“Oh, um, I um…” My brain still isn’t working. I can’t even form sentences. What is he doing here? The thought leaves my mouth. “What are you doing here?” I step aside to let him in.
“I told you, I had to give you something.” He still has that smile as he comes into my apartment and closes the door.
I hold up the envelope. “You already gave it to me.”
“I could’ve just left that at your door. That’s not what I came here to give you.”
“I don’t understand.”
He steps up to me and his hand cups my cheek, his eyes moving over my face. “You’re even more beautiful than I remembered.” He leans in and my heart starts pumping so fast I feel lightheaded. His lips press softly against mine, and just that small movement, that barely-there kiss, is enough to feel those sparks again.
He remains close, his breath hovering over my mouth. I grab his shirt and yank him closer, just like I did that night.
He kisses me again, and I part my lips, wanting more. His tongue moves over mine and I nearly melt to the ground, held up only by Dylan’s arm which is now around my waist.
His kiss, and the way he holds me, is just liked I remembered. Like I’m home. Back at a familiar place that shouldn’t feel familiar at all because I barely know this guy and yet being with him feels so right.
“I knew it wouldn’t change,” Dylan says, a smile on his face, his arms still around me. “It was even better than last time.”
“I know,” I say, my shoulders slumping.
“Is that a bad thing?”
“No. It’s good. But it’s going to make this difficult.” I bite my lip.
The action draws his attention to my mouth and he slowly leans down and draws my lip from between my teeth and kisses me.
“We can’t do this,” I whisper, even though my body disagrees as it relishes the effect his kisses have on it. “We have to slow down.”
He backs up enough to see my face. “Why? I know you feel the same way I do. I can feel it.”
“Which is why we need to stay apart, at least until we get to know each other.”
“Amber, we can have both. We can get to know each other and do this. People do it all the time.”
“Yes, and it confuses things, and takes the romance out of the relationship. It becomes all about sex and nothing else.”
“So what are you saying?”
“That we need to keep our distance while we take time to get to know each other. That’s what the letters are for.”
“We can still do the letters but…” He glances to the side, seeming frustrated.
“I knew this wouldn’t work. You said you’d try but you’re already giving up after just a day.”
“I’m not giving up. I just…I just don’t know why we can’t see each other.”
“Because whenever we’re together, this happens.” I feel my face heating up. “I can’t control myself around you.”
“So don’t.” His voice is soft, his head lowering to the side of my neck, his lips grazing my skin. “Just let us be together.”
My resolve is weakening, my body craving him. Even his scent, fresh and masculine, is intoxicating, making me want to give in.
“Dylan, I can’t do this.”
He stops and backs away. “Do what? Us?” He sounds panicked.
“No, I meant sex. I don’t want us having sex. I was serious when I said I wanted to take this slow. I know it seems meaningless now that we’ve already done it, but it’s important to me. I want us to take this slow. So will you do it?”
He ponders it. “What about kissing? Is that off the table because I don’t know if I can agree to that.”
“No kissing,” I say it seriously but crack a smile. “Okay, maybe the occasional kiss, but only in a public place. Otherwise, we risk something happening.”
“So you’re saying I can see you? Like go out on actual dates?”
“Not yet. For now, we stick with writing letters.”
“Speaking of letters,” he says, “I got yours last night. It was kind of lame.”
“Lame?” I push him back but he keeps me held against him. “It wasn’t lame.”
“It wasn’t romantic. And isn’t that the whole purpose of writing letters?”
“It WAS romantic,” I say, but he’s right. It wasn’t romantic.
“It was like reading a resume. It was just a listing of facts.”
“Fine.” I roll my eyes. “I’ll do better next time.”
“I expected more from you, especially since you call yourself a romantic.” He smiles.
“Yeah, got it.” I smile back. “I’ll be sure to be more romantic.”
“And maybe draw some hearts. Spray the paper with your perfume.”
I laugh. “Okay, now you’re just making fun of me.”
“Hey, you need to go all out. No holding back. I sprayed mine with cologne.”
“I’m obviously better at this than you.”
I huff. “I can’t believe you just said that.”
“If you’d like me to stop talking, just kiss me. Works every time.”
“Yeah, you’re funny.” He really is. I’d forgotten how funny he is.
“So no kiss?”
“We’re not in a public place.”
“We could go out in the hall.”
As much as I’d love to kiss him again, I know where it’ll lead and I really do want to slow things down.