PFC James Westwood isn’t a typical Marine. As a clinical psychologist, he recognizes his band of brothers needs a helping hand after their return home from the war. When his boss, Captain Dexter, encourages him to sign up for the 1Night Stand dating service, Westwood committed himself. What did he have to lose? The last thing he expected was a date with screen goddess Lauren Kincaid. Movie star Lauren Kincaid grew up splitting her time between the cold reality of the Hollywood scene and her family home in Plano, Texas. After two decades surrounded by artificial friendships and inflated egos, her greatest desire is to meet a real man, not a Hollywood talking head. When her agent suggests a 1Night Stand date, the only expectations Lauren allows herself to have are discretion and exclusivity. What she didn’t expect was having a gorgeous psychologist with rapier wit blow her away. Everyone needs someone to hear them. James and Lauren share an unmistakable connection, but when one of James’ patients suffers a crisis, Lauren more than proves her mettle. Can one night turn into happily ever after for this Marine and his movie star?
“Your party is this way, sir.” She beckoned him down the red-carpeted steps into the lounge proper, and he followed her path through the club to a tall-backed booth in the back. Still acclimating to the low lighting, he couldn’t make out the occupant save for the slender feminine arm reaching for her wine glass on the table.
A curl of excitement twisted in his gut. He’d planned to keep the date low key, but the club, the music, and the atmosphere teased his anticipation. The waitress halted with a sweep of her arm to allow him to precede her.
“Can I get you anything, Mr. Westwood?”
“Soda water with lime, please.” He preferred to keep his wits about him. “And bottle of whatever the lady is having.” If they were going to have a dinner, he could do at least provide her with her preferred wine.
Free of the waitress’ distraction he turned back to the booth. A golden-haired goddess stared up at him. Sea-blue eyes seemed to catch every drop of light in the room and reflect it in shimmering azure. She rose to offer him her hand and his heart hesitated a beat.
“James?” Milk and honey flowed through her voice and his spine straightened, his cock already jerking into a salute. “I’m….”
“Lauren Kincaid.” He could only hope he wasn’t drooling like a lovesick fool. Lauren Kincaid, movie goddess, is my one-night stand?
Her candid laughter, low and throaty, tingled against his ears and he grinned. Shaking off his shock, he took her extended hand and shook it carefully. His larger hand totally engulfed her slender fingers, and he didn’t want to squeeze her with excitement.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Her charming smile flashed with warmth that rolled over him from head to toe.
“Ma’am, you have no idea.” His date was Lauren Kincaid. The only chick flick star he would pay money to see. With or without a date.