That Night With You
by Alexandrea Weis
a Contemporary Erotic Romance
Synopsis:
Madison
Barnett spent one night with a stranger that changed her life forever.
But
when she takes a job at Parr and Associates as their newest architect, Madison
has no idea that the stranger she has spent five years trying to forget is
about to walk right back into her life. And what she hoped would be a fresh
start turns into a perplexing dilemma.
Soon
Madison’s life is sent into a tailspin as she tries to juggle the demands of
her controlling boss, Hayden Parr, with her persistent desires for her long
lost sexy stranger.
Then,
just when she thinks all hope is lost, everything changes.
Madison
embarks on an education in the art of pleasure that began five years ago in the
bed of the man who captured her heart. But there is one little catch…
When
fantasies become reality, passion can turn addictive in…That Night with You.
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Review by pearls
One night of passion changed them forever. A one night stand that bound them together, even though they never saw one another again for five years. When fate puts them together again, they are strangers who share an intimate hunger. Having found the one who complimented them so well, neither has been able to move on with other relationships. They share a respect for one another's professional ability and a lust for one another's body, but can they become more than two strangers who met in the night.
Hayden is the rich playboy, used to getting what he wants. All he wants now is Madison. A Dominant, he wants her as his submissive in bed and as his equal in the business world. He will have to work at how to make that balance work. Madison has been working so hard on her career that her personal life has suffered. She will have to work at being more trusting. While the setting is the world of architecture, the simile of building a house like building a relationship is reinforced throughout the story.
Excerpt
After stepping
inside the crowded elevator, she pushed the lighted button on the console for
the thirty-third floor and eased her way to the back. She was brushing her hand
down the front of her smart blue pinstripe dress when a tall man in a gray suit
eased up next to her. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see his dark
brown wavy hair and determined profile. She didn’t want to stare, but found
herself admiring the curve of his square jaw and the cut of his cheekbones
along his clean-shaven face. When he turned to her, she immediately lowered her
eyes. The butterflies in her stomach were in a full blown fury now, and she
swallowed back the burning taste of embarrassment in her mouth.
As she stood
there, eyes riveted to the elevator floor, she could feel his gaze on her. She
knew it, sensed him drinking in her profile. Terrified, she fought every impulse
to look up at him, and when the elevator doors closed, the car shot upward and
jostled her to the side, making her brush against him.
“Sorry,” she
whispered, keeping her focus fixed on the ugly brown tiles on the elevator
floor.
“Think nothing
of it.”
It was a soft,
seductive, deep kind of voice that a woman would want to hear from the pillow
next to her in bed.
She could
detect the slightest whiff of his cologne; spicy, but with a hint of muskiness.
Not enough to overwhelm the nose, like so many other men’s fragrances, but just
enough to tantalize the senses. With her curiosity getting the better of her,
Madison tried to edge her eyes slowly upward, hoping to catch a glimpse of him.
Unfortunately, the elevator came to a halt, the doors opened, and a rush of
people began to push for the exit.
Glancing at
the lighted console, Madison determined they had stopped on the twentieth
floor. The man beside her shuffled forward and she thought he was going to exit
the elevator, but instead he took a step closer to her.
Madison’s
heart raced as the elevator doors closed again and the car shot upward.
“First day?”
his velvety voice inquired.
She bit her
lower lip and nodded her head. Raising her eyes ever so slightly, she
concentrated on his freshly-shaved chin. “How could you tell?”
His thin lips
curled into a maddening smile. “You look absolutely terrified.”
Madison fought
to get ahold of her emotions. If he could see it, imagine what her employer
would think. She had to appear self-assured and ready to take up her new
responsibilities.
“I’m just
nervous,” she shyly admitted.
The edge of
his jacket brushed against her shoulder. “There’s nothing to be nervous about.”
His words sent
an unsettling chill throughout her body. There was something about the way he
had said it—the tone of his voice, the inflection—that reminded her of someone
she could not place. Intrigued by the stranger, she was just about to raise her
head to him when the elevator car once again jerked to a stop. When her eyes
shifted to the lighted panel, she saw they had come to a stop on the
thirty-second floor.
The man beside
her made a move toward the doors, and came to a stop right in front of her.
Madison ogled his thick, wide shoulders, the way his suit jacket hugged his
trim waist, and then her eyes drifted down to his round backside.
Someone
cleared their throat in the elevator and she instantly thought she had been
caught staring at the guy’s ass. A flush of warmth spread across her cheeks and
she clutched her purse to her side as her eyes once again plummeted to the
elevator floor. The group of people, including her stranger, moved out the
elevator door, and for an instant, Madison felt a twinge of disappointment that
she had not gotten a better look at the man. Luckily, just as the elevator
doors closed, she caught a glimpse of him, standing just outside of the doors,
staring back at her.
The jolt that
hit her body was overwhelming. His face was more than she expected; rugged,
good-looking with gray eyes, a wide forehead, and chiseled features that would
have made him the object of any woman’s fantasy. His trim figure appeared tone
and lean behind the fabric of his suit, and as he grinned back at her, he eased
his hand into his trouser pocket before dipping his head.
When the
elevator doors finally closed, Madison thought her knees were going to give
out.
What
in the hell is wrong with me?
From New Orleans, Alexandrea Weis was raised in the motion picture industry and began writing stories at the age of eight. In college she studied nursing and went on to teach at a local university. After several years in the medical field, she decided to pick up the pen once again and began her first novel, To My Senses. Since that time she has published many novels. Infusing the rich tapestry of her hometown into her award-winning books, she believes that creating vivid characters makes a story memorable. Her work has been critically acclaimed and has been continually growing in popularity.
Alexandrea
Weis is also a certified/permitted wildlife rehabber with the La. Wildlife
and Fisheries. When she is not writing, she rescues orphaned and injured
wildlife. She is married; they live in New Orleans.
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