One Wild Night
A flirty, sexy contemporary romance from bestselling authors, A.L. Jackson and Rebecca Shea . . .
Roger Ward was truly brilliant.
And by God, so was the face that entered the screen. It was an outright crime for a man to look as good as Paxton Myles, and now I knew first hand it wasn’t just photoshopping and lighting.
So maybe in this film he was playing eighteenth century English Royalty.
None of that really mattered.
Because the man was a freaking Greek God.
The air stirred, a whoosh of quieted activity at the empty seat that was supposed to belong to Elle.
My breath hitched. I struggled not to inhale, struggled not to look. Struggled to pretend as if I wasn’t hit with an overwhelming urge to turn and bury my nose in that masculine scent I could feel prodding at my senses.
The way my chest was heaving and my hands curled around the armrests had to have been obvious enough.
Suddenly he was there, pushing into my personal space, his mouth at my ear. His Southern accent that had me in a puddle earlier was now twisted to match the character on the screen. “He’s a good-looking bloke, isn’t he?”
I had to shake my head to clear it of the stupor. My chin tipped up toward him, my eyes narrowed in a scowl. “Excuse me?” It came out an accusation.
He just sent me one of those belly-flipping grins, the magnitude of it lit up in the frames flicking across the screen. “That bloke there on the screen. You seemed a little…impressed.”
“Um, wow. Someone’s full of themselves, aren’t they?”
I sent the words with all the confidence I could muster, hoping they would knock him down a notch.
His cockiness just grew. Those full lips tweaked into a smirk. “Oh, Kaylee Rose. Don’t act like I couldn’t tell you wanted to climb right over these chairs and fall into that screen. And here I am, in the flesh. No need to go pretending when you can have the real deal.”
“Shh.” It was all a frantic whisper, my eyes wide and wild as they jumped to Roger and Lindsay, praying they weren’t noticing who’d slithered up to my side.
God. Did the man have no shame?
His hand found the slit on my dress, his fingertips light, so, so light I had to wonder if he was really even touching me. Still, the energy eliciting a cascade of chills, an illicit feeling washing me in thigh-clenching desire.
“I like your dress.” He whispered it like a tease.
No shame whatsoever.
He inched closer, and I lost all my breath. My hands clutched tighter to the armrests, and I gave it my all to keep my breaths from panting out of my lungs.
“Stop it,” I hissed.
“Stop what?” Oh yes, he could play it off as all kinds of innocent. But I could see the mischief glinting in the brown of his eyes.
“Stop trying to get a rise out of me.”
“Is that what I’m doing? Getting a rise out of you? I’m fairly certain it’s the reverse.”
My ARC Review:
A fun, short, sexy and hot novella by authors A. L. Jackson and Rebecca Shea, the first in the series of Hollywood Chronicles.
Its well written and fast paced, the pages turned quickly as the story unfolded. Paxton is the Hollywood bachelor actor every woman wants, scorchingly handsome, sexy, confident, cocky, with a smile that melts panties off at a hundred paces!! Kaylee is the kindergarten teacher, quiet, innocent, beautiful – that literally falls into his arms on the red carpet. The attraction between them is instant, and they agree to one night together. Except one night turns out not to be enough!
A great take on the classic story line of famous movie star falling for a normal girl. A great pick for a quick, easy, hot read, its sure to please.
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A.L. Jackson and Rebecca Shea are bestselling authors residing in Arizona. After being writing partners for five years, it only made sense that they’d put their minds together to bring their readers something fun, flirty, and sexy.
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