How I've missed you, My Sexy Saturday! This week I'm hosting one of my favorite ladies, Allyson Young. She is sharing from her hot new erotic romance, One and Done.
Kate wasn't dreaming of forever, but maybe more than one night...
When I
met Drew at that damn wedding our chemistry was off the charts. All he could offer
was the weekend, but uncharacteristically, I jumped at it. When he slipped away
like a thief in the night I was blindsided by loss, even knowing people don’t
fall in love at first sight! He left me a lifelong reminder though, one to make
its appearance in about seven months. Too bad he’d never know…
She was
always on my mind, and I couldn’t afford the distraction in this forsaken
country where one false move could mean my death. My sniper training dissolved
when I thought about Katie and our time together. I was a one and done kind of
guy, but this time it was different. I’d be stateside in a few months and offer
the apology she deserved. Maybe she’d forgive me, if there wasn’t another man
in her life…
Excerpt-
The
equally pale piece of paper took shape against the quartz countertop when I set
the cup down. My breath shortened and something central in my chest tightened.
Fingers creeping across the smooth surface, I inched the note closer. Block
printing in a heavy, masculine hand delivered the message with utter clarity.
Katie-
Got the call. Deployed sooner than expected. Stole a kiss goodbye. I’ll
treasure our time together. Drew
My
hand drifted up to touch my lips. They trembled and I pressed them firm,
sucking in a lungful of air through my nose. I was such a treasure that people
abandoned me. A mirthless laugh escaped past my hand and I swiftly catalogued
the situation, regaining control. Attended a wedding and met a hot guy. Fucked
said guy. So what? Lots of women hooked up, nothing surprising. Had great sex.
No harm, no foul. After all, he’d set the parameters upfront. One … and done.
Picking
the note up by a corner, I carried it over to the trash and dropped it in, then
poured the remaining coffee down the sink. Best not to think about all the
confidences shared during the recovery times, or the laughter and easy banter.
The way I thought we’d connected past the fucking. Sex didn’t have to make
things awkward, right? And now, if I felt like yesterday’s bread, well, I’d
done it to myself. And my name was Kate.
Checking
the time, I hurried to pull out some clothes suitable for brunch. My
girlfriends met in half an hour and I had no reason to miss it today. No need
to mention how I’d filled the better part of the weekend either. I yanked the
bedding off the mattress and wadded it up, jamming the linens into the hamper.
My housekeeper would take care of the rest.
Adding
a spritz of citrus, I smoothed the sundress over my thighs, then grabbed my
purse. Moving on.
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About the
author:
Allyson Young lives in cottage country in Manitoba, Canada with her
husband and numerous pets. She worked in the human services all across Canada
and has seen the best and worst of what people bring to the table. Allyson has
written for years, mostly short stories and poetry, published in small
newspapers and the like, although her work appeared in her high school
yearbooks too! After reading an erotic romance, quite by accident, she decided
to try her hand at penning erotica.
Allyson will write until whatever she has inside her is satisfied- when
all the heroes man up and all the heroines get what they deserve. Love isn’t
always sweet, and Allyson favours the darker side of romance.
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