By
Wendi Zwaduk
I
love the New Year. It’s a chance to start over. Okay, so in writing that’s not
always easy or what an author wants to do, but in life it’s a great thing.
All
the ills of the past can be forgotten. All the fun things remembered. In my
family we try to create a collage of all the things we’ve done over the past
year and a list of where we want to go camping for the New Year. We even map
out the routes. Maybe that’s silly but it’s fun family bonding.
The
New Year and a chance to start over both remind me of my 1Night Stand story, One
More Night. Jenna and Drake just need that one last shot to see if the love
they once shared is still there. Jenna’s past isn’t pretty and she hasn’t been
able to get past it. She also needs a push to see that the past isn’t always
worth holding on to—not when the future could be so much brighter. Drake knows
more than Jenna has let on. He’s not bothered by her decisions, but would love
a chance to make things better. He knows how strong they can be if they try
again.
Maybe
they need the New Year to grow the romance they’ve always wanted. Maybe! Why don’t you snag a copy and check it out?
Here’s the blurb and a snippet to tide you over!
Three years ago, Jenna ran away from what should
have been the best night of her life. Letting her fear and shame get in the way
of true happiness has haunted her ever since. It’s time to move on and put the
past behind her. A date through the 1Night Stand service is the perfect
opportunity to start living life again.
When the love of his life slipped through his fingers, Drake hated to let her
go. A near-death accident prevented him from going after her. But after three
years of recovery and waiting, he’s ready to take back what’s his, and he’ll do
whatever it takes to keep her from running again.
Can Madame Eve work a miracle or will love lose out to pride and fear?
Genre: Erotic romance, contemporary, BDSM
And
now for that snippet:
“Drake?”
Shock spiraled through his veins. “I
didn’t hear you. Taking lessons from your cat?”
“I took off my shoes.” Jenna inched up
beside him and tossed her stilettos onto the floor. “Help me up?”
“You want to be here now?”
“I do. I planned all these things I
wanted to say to you when I saw you again and I let my emotions get to me. I’m
sorry I got snarky with you.” She flattened her hands on the counter and hopped
onto the Formica surface. “There.”
“Nice.”
“I owe you a proper hello.” She rubbed
her nose along his. “Hi, Drake. I’ve missed you.” She captured his mouth in a
kiss.
Tingles surged down his spine. Heat
settled in his belly and a groan bubbled in his throat. He smoothed his hands
along her sides. Without breaking the kiss, she leaned closer and licked the
seam of his lips. God, he loved when she took the lead. A glimpse of creamy
skin caught his attention and he palmed her thigh.
Jenna shifted to the edge of the
counter and wrapped her legs around him. Moving in time with her, he wedged one
hand between their bodies and massaged circles down her belly to her pussy. His
other hand touched the damp silk of her panties. He swallowed her gasp. The
aroma of her arousal floated through the air. He memorized the way she smelled,
like cinnamon and musk.
She broke the kiss first and rested
her forehead on his. “You bring out the bad girl in me. I forgot how much I
liked it.”
If
he shoved her panties to the side, she’d let him grope her there in the
reception room. He resisted the urge to go too far and moved her dress to
repair her modesty. “You’re good at being bad.” With the pads of his fingers,
he stroked down the length of her leg and caressed her ankle. The crimson
polish on her toes glittered in the fluorescent light. “You always did like
bare feet.”
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Want to know more about Wendi Zwaduk? Here you go:
I always dreamt of writing the stories in my head. Tall, dark, and
handsome heroes are my favorites, as long as he has an independent woman
keeping him in line. I earned a BA in education at Kent State University and
currently hold a Masters in Education with Nova Southeastern University.
I love NASCAR, romance, books in general, Ohio farmland, dirt
racing, and my menagerie of animals. I
also write under the pen name of Megan Slayer. Come join me for this fantastic
journey!
If you like my work, tell your friends and email me. I love
hearing from readers!
