Complete Me

1Night Stand Series 15

Decadent Publishing Company

Heat Rating: Sizzling
Word Count: 13,000
1 Ratings (4.0)

A romance author who needs to love…. Best-selling romance author Claire Greene confines her passions to the pages of her books, afraid of being hurt again. When she receives a 1Night Stand date “to give her something to talk about in interviews,” can she let herself be swept away? A rock star who needs to let go…. The past has a chokehold on former rock star Ty Krause. Instead of killer tunes, he kills time writing passable songs for a British boy band and spends his nights wishing he had the balls to say good-bye. In a last ditch effort to move on, he signs up for 1Night Stand, thinking that a night of no-strings-attached sex will help him break the leash of his past. From the moment Claire and Ty meet, sparks fly—but can they overcome their pasts or will their potential love story end on a sour note?

Complete Me
1 Ratings (4.0)

Complete Me

1Night Stand Series 15

Decadent Publishing Company

Heat Rating: Sizzling
Word Count: 13,000
1 Ratings (4.0)
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She shivered, and not from the cool air circulating through the room. The anticipation, the excitement, the miniscule amount of dread, all caused her to tremble. But nothing had prepared her for the man sitting at the only table there, situated in front of the enormous bay window. When he spotted them, he stood and smiled, looking her up and down with a beautiful mahogany stare. The maître d’ dipped his head and left.

“Ty,” she said. One word took every bit of her concentration. He’d dressed in a way she defined as rock-star chic. White shirt, black tie, black blazer with sleeves that stopped at his muscular forearms, tight-fitting dress trousers, and a black-and-white checkered fedora with a black band. On any other person, it probably would have looked ridiculous, but on him? Just right.

“Claire. A pleasure to meet you.” He planted a small kiss on her knuckles. Then he walked around her and pulled a chair out. “You look beautiful.”

Dear, sweet baby Jesus. Forming coherent sentences would be the least of her challenges that night. “Thank you. You look….” As a thousand adjectives tumbled through her overstimulated brain, he simply smiled. She wondered if the look on her face said what her mouth couldn’t.

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