Sally Austens’ sexual experience is
limited and unsatisfactory at best. Now, as she turns thirty, it looks like the
relationship train has missed her stop. When a friend tells her about 1Night
Stand and suggests it might just change her life, she’s skeptical but shoots
for the stars when asking for her perfect date. Go big or go home, right?
Dean Martorino lives in the public
eye. Surrounded on a daily basis by society’s idea of stunning beauty, he longs
for a woman with curves he can get lost in. At the suggestion of his long-time
friend and manager, Dean shares his secret with Madame Eve hoping she can find
him a match to fill his arms and satisfy his desires.
Can Sally accept the beauty Dean
sees in her long enough to curve his appetite or will they both go home hungry?
Excerpt:
For the umpteenth time, Dean checked his phone. Still no text. He sighed
in frustration. Thirty minutes after they’d agreed to meet, and no sign of his
date.
His misgivings about the 1Night Stand concept weren’t eased by the fact
she hadn’t arrived yet. He longed for something different, but one-night stands
were not his usual idea of fun. He preferred long-term relationships. Jerry,
his best friend had assured him Madame Eve’s services were more love matches
than sex.
He’d laughed, at first, finding the whole idea ridiculous. He doubted
even the mystical Madame Eve could find his perfect woman. Jerry had laughed,
too, but then he got serious and asked, “What do you have to lose?”
Dean’s regular fitness regime kept him in shape and looking good for
thirty-five. The women he met were stick-thin, self-obsessed, and semi-plastic,
typical of the industry he worked in. Most of them were pretty, and though he’d
dated a few, they weren’t what he fantasized about. No, in his dreams, the
ladies all had natural and much curvier figures.
Big, curvy women had always fascinated him. Because he lived his life in
the public eye, he’d been reluctant to go after what he wanted. At his age,
though, with his career on the downhill slide, he realized he didn’t care
anymore. He’d had his time in the spotlight. He wanted to settle down and have
a family. Hence, he’d decided to find someone who loved him, not his public persona.
He’d spent too long denying his true identity.
A knock made his heart skip a beat. She’s
here. After a quick check in
the mirror, he steeled himself and opened the door.
His mouth went dry and all coherent thought fled. Even if he had the
words to express how she blew him away, he didn’t think he could find his
voice. He ogled the gorgeous, buxom brunette standing in the doorway. His
admiration cut short, as her face paled.
“You’re—” She stopped talking mid-sentence, her eyes rolled back into
her skull.
Reacting on instinct, he reached out and wrapped his hands around her
waist, trying to catch her before she hit the ground. However, instead of
stopping her from falling, he was pulled to the carpet, too, both of them
crashing in a heap.
Women fainted around him all the time. It no longer freaked him out. It
was, however, the first time he’d fallen to the floor with one. Her pulse
thumped strongly under his fingers. Relief washed over him; she was okay. The
ridiculousness of it all hit him and a deep belly laugh escaped his lips.
Even with the less than successful start to his date, the feel of her in
his arms had parts of him standing to attention. His curiosity dictated he find
out more. Madame Eve had made an excellent choice. She might have found the
perfect woman after all.
About The Author:
Melissa is a 37 year-old stay at home mum and
part-time Software Support Consultant. She lives in Perth
Western Australia the most isolated capital city in the world.
She’s always loved to read and write and spent most of
her teens scribbling poetry and short stories on any scrap of paper she could
get her hands on. Over the years as daily life pressures got in the way she
lost the passion for it. After her son was born, she discovered online books
and her interest in writing was rekindled. It has been a large part of her life
ever since.
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