They'll never forget That Night With You

 

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?

 

About the Author:

 

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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Bondage comes in many forms

 

The Bondage Club

by Alexandrea Weis

 

SYNOPSIS 

A man looking for a new beginning.

Hunter Donovan is a writer who dreamed of penning the great American novel but settled for a job running the family business, Donovan Books. Trapped publishing other people’s stories, Hunter buries his frustrations in vodka and an endless parade of one-night stands.  
A woman with a secret.

Cary Anderson is the perky, petite, and staunchly determined editor who is well versed in erotica fiction. But Cary has a kinky side that she is struggling to keep hidden from the world.

Fed up with dwindling sales, Hunter hopes to breathe new life into his publishing house by breaking into the risqué world of erotica. He hires Cary to rescue his company and she is keen to show her new boss everything she knows. But what starts out as a lesson in sexual fiction turns into an unexpected roller coaster ride of disastrous romantic encounters. And just when Cary helps stir Hunter’s creative voice, he uncovers the truth about her wicked ways.

Some ties that bind can cut right to the heart in…The Bondage Club.

EXCERPT 

The veil of evening was reaching across his office window when Hunter’s cell phone on the side of his desk rang. Checking the caller ID, he frowned when he saw that the number was blocked.

      “This is Hunter Donovan,” he barked into the phone.
      “Do you always answer the phone in such a cheerful manner?” a seductive female voice reprimanded.

      “That depends on who this is.”

      “Cary told me of your little meeting today, and your interest in my next book. You don’t waste any time do you?”

      Hunter’s heart skipped a beat. “Well, well, Ms. Slut. Nice to hear your voice again. I hope your time at the Book Expo was worthwhile.”

      “You were the highlight of my trip, Mr. Donovan.”

      Hunter smiled as he sat back in his creaky desk chair. “I’m so glad. I was beginning to think you didn’t like me.”

      “Have you ever met a woman who didn’t like you?”

      The question made Hunter chuckle. “Which answer will get me your next book, Ms. Slut?”

      A high-pitched tinkling laugh came through the speaker of his iPhone, making Hunter’s stomach flutter ever so lightly. “I like a man who doesn’t waste time with sweet talk. Check your email. I just sent you the manuscript. It’s called The Bondage Club, and if you’re interested, e-mail me a contract, and I will look it over.”

      “Can I ask what it’s about? I mean, with a title like that I can guess, but….” His voice faded as his curiosity rose. 

      “There are many different kinds of bondage, Mr. Donovan, that don’t involve ropes, chains, or even handcuffs.”

      Hunter gaped at his cell phone. “I don’t get it.”

      “Love can be a form of bondage,” she explained. “We can get tied to someone just as easily as we can be tied up by someone. The book is about bondage in all of its forms.”

      “Then I look forward to reading it.” He paused as he thought of an idea. “But why not come to my office? We can discuss the details of the contract over lunch,” he pursued with a hint of insistence in his voice.

      “I don’t think so. Lunch with you would be dangerous.”

      Hunter coyly smiled. “For which one of us, Ms. Slut?”    

      “I’m not your type, Mr. Donovan.”

      Hunter’s body rippled with the hint of a challenge. “You never know; if Donovan Books handles your novel, we may grow on each other.”

      “I hope not. Getting involved with the man who publishes my book would complicate matters. I’m also a very demanding author. I might get on your nerves after a time.”

      “I have a lot of demanding authors. You would fit right in.”

      “Do you usually try and date your authors, or will I be the first?”

      He fingered a corner of the manuscript open on the desk before him as his imagination began to wander. “You would be the first. I never date clients.”

      “I heard a nasty little rumor to the contrary, about your brother and Monique Delome. They were engaged and then she up and married some Texas oil man. Lucky girl.”

      “Lucky to be rid of my brother,” Hunter returned, pushing the manuscript in front of him to the side.

      “Oh, do I detect a note of sibling rivalry, Mr. Donovan?”

      He leaned back in his chair and turned his eyes to his arched window. “Rivalry, nah. More like deep-seated hatred. And if I’m going to bare my soul to you, you should start calling me, Hunter.”

      “Let me guess, Hunter.” Her voice was throaty and delicious, spurring on his desire. “He stole your Legos when you were six and you have never forgiven him.”

      Hunter ran his hand over his face, feeling the conversation was getting a little too personal. “Never mind my brother. Let’s talk about you.” 

      “I make it a practice never to talk about myself. The less people know about me, the better.”

      “I don’t agree, Ms. Sl….” Hunter crinkled his brow. “What else can I call you? Ms. Slut is too—”

      “Call me Smuttie, if you like.”

      “Smuttie…don’t you have a real name?”

      “Smuttie is all you need to know.” The sound of voices in the background broke in. “Let me know what you think of my manuscript, Hunter. I’ll be waiting to hear from you.” Then the line went dead.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Alexandrea Weis is an advanced practice registered nurse who was born and raised in New Orleans. Having been brought up in the motion picture industry, she learned to tell stories from a different perspective and began writing at the age of eight. Infusing the rich tapestry of her hometown into her award-winning novels, she believes that creating vivid characters makes a story memorable. A permitted/certified wildlife rehabber with the Louisiana Wildlife and Fisheries, Weis rescues orphaned and injured wildlife. She lives with her husband and pets in New Orleans.

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Is it ever too late for a second chance with the one who got away?

Cover to Covers

by Alexandrea Weis

a Contemporary Romance

from World Castle Publishing

Buy Link: Amazon

pearls' review:
On the surface, this is book of two former loves finding their way back to one another.  It begs the question of second chances.  But as you immerse yourself into the book, you realize that this book is about the vulnerability required to be part of relationship.  They've both been through the shallow relationships which no longer hold appeal.  She hides behind her fantasies and he hides behind his success at work.  But once re-united and attempting to learn one another again, each finds he and she must first come to terns with who each is inside those masks.  It is the breaking down of walls and truly looking at their vulnerable naked self that makes this novel compelling.  And if each can accept his and her self, then perhaps they can make it this time around.

Book Description: 

A man driven by his desires

Tyler Moore is considered cold, ruthless, and determined to get everything he wants. CEO of a flourishing oil company, he thrives on order and never gives up control to anyone.

The woman from his past 

Monique Delome has left her unhappy past behind to pursue her dream of becoming a writer. Love is something she believes is better suited to the pages of her novels and not meant for real life.

Whether in the boardroom or the bedroom, Tyler Moore is always in charge. But when Monique Delome walks back into his life, everything changes. A successful romance author, all the sexy leading men Monique writes about strangely remind everyone of Tyler. Intrigued, Tyler sets out to seduce the one woman he could never forget. Soon Tyler gets more than he bargained for, and his grip on his well-ordered life is turned upside down.

Tyler Moore is about to find out what happens when a romantic tale jumps from the pages and comes to life between the sheets.     

EXCERPT

     “If I can be of any further assistance, Mr. Moore,” a peppy blonde with too much black eyeliner said to the man in the impeccably tailored, dark blue Hugo Boss suit. “Please, let me know. I have your suite key.” She pushed the white key-card over the surface of the front desk. “Your usual order of Veuve Clicquot and strawberries will be waiting in your room,” she added with a welcoming smile.

     The self-assured gentleman removed his dark Porsche sunglasses and let his deep-set dark brown eyes linger over the young woman’s attractive face. “Afraid I won’t be needing that this time, Missy,” he murmured, getting a glimpse at her nametag.

     “Oh, I’m sorry, Mr. Moore. I was informed you are always to have a bottle of Veuve Clicquot waiting in your room whenever you stay with us.”

     Wandering over Missy’s stout figure, his eyes fixated on the way her blue blazer clung to her ample bosom. “I usually do when I’m staying here for a relaxing weekend. This time, however, is all business.” He placed his sunglasses in his jacket pocket.

     Missy leaned forward, revealing her cleavage as her blue eyes meandered up and down his body. “I am very sorry to hear that, Mr. Moore.”

     The flirtatious pout that puckered her red lips made Tyler Moore wipe his hand across his chin, attempting to hide his cocky grin. At six-foot-one, with black, wavy hair outlining his chiseled cheekbones and determined, square jaw, he was used to getting such suggestive looks from the opposite sex. But he knew that looks could only get you so far with a woman.

     “How sorry are you?”

     Missy’s eyes popped with interest. “I…I’m not sure what you mean, Mr. Moore.”   

     “How sorry are you that I won’t be having any fun this weekend, Missy?”

     She fingered the lapel on her blue blazer adjacent to her right breast. “I would hate to think your stay here would only be about business, Mr. Moore. If there was anything I could do to change that….”

     He felt a kick of satisfaction as he gazed into her hopeful eyes. “Perhaps you might come up with a few suggestions of other ways I could spend my weekend in your wonderful hotel? We could go over them later…at the bar, after you get off work.”

     The pale blush blossoming on her cheeks was so becoming that Tyler almost began to believe their playful repartee had been worth the effort.

     “I’ll think about it, Mr. Moore.”

     “You do that, Missy. When you have an answer, you know where to find me.” He motioned to his overnight bag and black suitcase by the desk. “Be a sweetheart, and have the porter take my bags to my room. I have to meet a client in the bar before I go up to my suite.”

     The flush on Missy’s cheeks was positively radiant. “Yes, Mr. Moore. Right away.”

     Tyler turned from the polished reception desk, unable to hide his smug grin. No matter where he went, the lust in a woman’s eyes never got old. The entire episode with the desk clerk had only reinforced his belief that it was his confidence, and not his looks, that always got a woman to give him what he wanted. He had learned long ago that his handsome face could only take him so far in life, and had made a concerted effort to take control of any situation. It was a philosophy he had incorporated into every arena of his life.  

     “I’ll have to check back in with sweet little Missy. See how she looks without the blazer.” He strutted across the lobby toward the arched entrance of the Rattlesnake Bar.

     A warm glow of honey, onyx, and a contemporary Western-theme greeted him as he stepped into the cool bar. Perched on the brown leather barstools, an array of women sipped on a myriad of colorful alcoholic concoctions while trying to chase away the sweltering afternoon heat. Tyler noted how more than one set of eyes turned his way as he strolled up to the bar. He checked his confidence at the door and pushed all thoughts of possible late night hookups from his mind.

     His flourishing oil and gas business was always more important than women. Besides, women were nothing more than a distraction at this point in his life. Having just passed the milestone of his fiftieth birthday, Tyler pondered that perhaps it was time for him to stop pursuing such meaningless liaisons and settle down with a tolerable woman who could cater to all of his needs.

     “Two divorces is plenty,” he reasoned as he arrived at the onyx marble and teak-topped bar. Lightly stroking the smooth surface of the marble, he remembered many of the encounters he had experienced in that very bar. Snapshots of blurred faces and forgettable names skipped across his mind. Some of the women had been exciting, a few horrific, but none had been…memorable.

     You know who was memorable, don’t you, Ty? his inner voice taunted. She was the one you let slip through your fingers.

     Tyler snickered at his self-remonstrations. He hated to admit his inner demon was right, but it was. She had happened so long ago, but he found it funny how advancing age only seemed to make the memories of youth more poignant. It was as if growing older brought into focus the emotions that the impetuosity of youth seemed to blur.

About the Author:      

Alexandrea Weis is an advanced practice registered nurse who was born and raised in New Orleans. Her first novel, To My Senses, introduced readers to the world of Nicci Beauvoir and garnered numerous awards and rave reviews.

Her popular second Nicci Beauvoir novel, Recovery, won the Gold Medal for best romantic suspense from The Reader’s Favorite Book Awards 2011, and was named best Romantic Suspense novel by the Spring 2011 NABE Pinnacle Book Awards.

Her fourth novel, Broken Wings, won best Contemporary Romance by the NABE Pinnacle Book Awards in 2012, was a Silver Medal winner in the ForeWord Magazine Book of the Year Awards for Romance, as well as a finalist in the USA Book Awards for Romance in 2012, and a finalist in the Reader’s Favorite Book Awards for Contemporary Romance for 2012.

Diary of a One-Night Stand, was released in August 2012 and was named a Paranormal Romance Guild’s Best Reviewed of 2012. Her last novel, Acadian Waltz was a Readers’ Favorite Book Awards honorable mention winner for Best Contemporary Romance, and finalist in Best Southern Fiction.

A permitted wildlife rehabber with the Louisiana Wildlife and Fisheries, Weis rescues orphaned and injured wildlife. She lives with her husband and pets in New Orleans.

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