Ambushed… Celebrating her divorce with a girls’ weekend in Vegas, the last thing Katie wants is a one-night stand. Her best friend disagrees and submits the divorcee’s profile to Madame Eve. When the mysterious owner finds her the ‘perfect’ match, Katie knows it won’t matter…she certainly doesn’t need more proof she’s frigid. Scarred… Intrigued by Katie’s faithfulness to her inconsiderate, former husband, cynical Sebastian relishes the challenge of overcoming the damage they’ve both suffered at the hands of their respective ex-spouses. Drawn to the fiery spirit in his 1Night Stand match, Sebastian will have to prove he’s the lover who can help her embrace her passion. Matched… Paired for a night of temptation and release, will these two damaged souls find ice turning to fire?
"...There is so much to love about this story: first the wounded and guarded characters, and their determination to be done with "relationships' yet their realization that they are special together and fit perfectly. It is rare to have a short story that isn't missing some character elements, but from conversation to interaction all the way through their chemistry, it is there for these two. Both arrive well defined yet wounded, in ways that every reader can relate to them. Their chemistry and their steam is evident and apparent, and really does give those moments of "ooh" to the reader. And, as a quick pick me up bedtime read - this ticks off all the boxes. Without losing what is her trademark humor in dialogue and setting, there are giggles, sighs and moments of inspiration to be had in this story. ~Reviewed by Gaele
“Do you-do you find men attractive?”
“Do you find me attractive?”
Her focus snapped back to him. Sebastian. With his deep emerald eyes. The little prickles of an insistent day beard sprouting on his chin. The delicious curve of his jaw.
“Yes.” Yes. She found him attractive. More so than any man she’d ever met.
It scared her to death.
“I find you attractive, too, Katie. Very attractive. But I don’t want to ask you to do anything that makes you uncomfortable.”
Oh. There it was.
He was ending it.
A lump settled in her belly.
It was for the best. Really it was—
“So let’s take this slow, shall we?”
She gaped at him. “S-slow?”
He smiled and it warmed her heart.
Oh wait. It was his palm, skating across her shoulder, down her arm, cupping her breast. That was what warmed her.
“Stop me if this makes you uncomfortable.”
Oh, it made her uncomfortable. Sent sharp tingles along every nerve. Made her body start to soften and swell. Made her womb quiver.
But she wasn’t stopping him. No way.