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By Jenna Jaxon
A knight in shining armor? A famous ball player? Mr. Tall, Dark and Kinky? Someone to spank your bottom? Or just someone who will understand your craving for sushi?
Having written a 1Night Stand story (Almost Perfect), and read countless others, I’ve been wondering what I would do if Madame Eve actually existed and I could call on her 1Night Stand service to fulfill a one night fantasy.
Of course, since Madame Eve is something of a matchmaker, I’d have to not have my husband in tow, but if I had no husband, what scenario would I ask for?
Here are my top five 1Night Stand scenarios:
1. A time-travel adventure, back to Regency London for a ton ball and a night with a duke that leads to more than just a dance. Hmmm, that doesn’t sound half bad.
2. A cougar wish, with a sexy young (maybe 25?) year old to teach me a new trick or two.
3. One night of being pampered by a billionaire in his luxury mansion. (I could get used to being taken care of.)
4. A cowboy to teach me to ride under the big skies of Montana, then a night under the stars out on the trail by the firelight. As long as no rustlers come by, I’ll be just fine.
5. And a night with a pirate--preferably Johnny Depp’s pirate twin--to shiver me timbers, just like Pam’s 1 Night Stand in Almost Perfect before Roger shanghaied it.
It’s fun to figure out just what you would ask for in a 1Night Stand. And if you can’t make up your mind, check out all the titles in the 1NS line. They just might give you some ideas.
So what’s your 1NS request? Madame Eve is standing by. J
Pamela Kimball’s birthday present, a 1Night Stand adventure, promises to jump-start her life, put a new man in her bed, and help her forget her past. Unfortunately, movie-buff Pam’s Pirates of the Caribbean fantasy takes an alarming wrong turn when she’s abandoned on a not quite deserted island—with ex-husband Roger Ware.
Forced by hunger to accept Roger’s offer of dinner, Pam realizes the geek she married has transformed into one of the most charming, sexiest men she’s ever met. His newfound confidence—and hot body—re-kindle old fires. A simple kiss leads Roger to challenge her to discover how much his lovemaking skills have improved, leaving Pam torn between self-preservation and burning desire.
With time running out before they’re rescued, Pam must decide if her heart can survive the consequences of becoming Roger’s “almost” perfect 1Night Stand.
“I worked night and day at softWares, since before our divorce, until the business took off in January. Then I started to cut back, to have a life again. And I found I was lonely. I’d cut myself off from all my friends, and I won’t date employees, so there weren’t a lot of choices left—the bar scene or online dating. Neither option seemed attractive. Until a friend persuaded me 1Night Stand was different, the perfect way to ‘jump start’ my return to life.” He chuckled. “I can’t wait to tell Dave how his suggestion turned out.”
“Yeah, I’ll have to tell Sue her birthday gift didn’t work out so well either.”
“Birthday gift?” His eyes widened and he smacked his open palm to his forehead. “Damn! That’s why this date sounded so familiar. Sorry, Pam. Happy Birthday.”
She smiled at the perfunctory words, though the smile dissolved as he leaned forward, grasped her cheeks and kissed her.
She tensed, sucked in air, and her arms rose as though to push him away. But the silky feel of his lips on hers, firm as they pressed again and again, his tongue brushing against the seam, beguiled her. The Roger she remembered never kissed like this. She opened her mouth to tell him so, which allowed his tongue to slip through. The taste of champagne and a little salty tang from the seafood created an unexpectedly erotic flavor. So when her hands made contact with his shoulders, they didn’t push away, but urged him closer. His exploration stopped, he released her face and drew back.
“Well.” He sounded breathy, as though he’d just run a race. “Happy Birthday.”
“Wha…what the hell was that?” Her voice was low like his, her breathing as erratic.
“Just a kiss.” He grabbed his champagne and downed it.
“You never kissed me like that when we were married.” If he had, would they even be there?
“I guess I’ve learned a few things in the time we’ve been apart. And how much could you have expected anyway? We were both virgins when we met.”
She winced. “Don’t remind me! The techno-geek and the movie queen. Positively the worst case of dual deflowering in history. Talk about the blind leading the blind.”
“Well, I’m not blind anymore.” He set his glass on the table. “In fact, I’ve seen some extraordinary things….” His hand cupped her head again and she sat mesmerized as he drew her near. This time his tongue licked the outer rim of her ear, sending strings of chills along her arms. “You used to like this, I remember.”
“Roger.…” She needed to get out of there—because she wanted to stay so badly.