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I'm featuring different books from the 1NS series. Pay attention to the purple letters in each of the posts, and collect them ready for a Halloween 1NS anagram contest I'll post on 20th October to celebrate the release of Dracula's Kiss. Four 1NS books, winners choice, are up for grabs!
Also, one random commenter throughout the 1NS posts will win an ecopy of Dracula's Kiss, digital format of winners choice. So be sure to comment on each post if you want to win :) Please don't be kill-joys by posting suggestions on what you think the 'winning word' might be. Such posts will be deleted. Thanks.
So...are you ready for a 1NightStand with author Deanna Wadsworth?
www.decadentpublishing.com 's multi-author series, 1NightStand, is based around Madame Evangeline's match-making skills. She has a, some might say magical, talent for putting the right two people together for just one night. When she does that, anything is possible. Especially when the dates take place at the fabulous Castillo Hotels and Resorts in some of the most exotic places in the world.
Bear it All, Deanna Wadsworth's 1NightStand book, takes us to... The Caribbean!
Travis hired 1 Night Stand hoping for a hot encounter with a sexy older, hairy man, someone to make him feel safe and cherished, and John looks custom made to order. After losing his partner three years ago, John needs to learn how to open his heart and live again. He thinks a one night stand in the Caribbean might be the answer, but when he sees the young, thin and much smaller Travis, he thinks the agency sent the wrong man. Can desire overcome misunderstanding when these two bear it all? Or will both men walk away from exactly what they need and desire?
Unable to believe his luck, Travis Hunter half wondered if the woman had somehow snooped in his private spank-bank of fantasies to create the man just for him.
John Godfrey—well, that was the name he’d given 1NightStand. Travis still couldn’t be sure if others had been as dumb as he was and actually given their real names to the service. Regardless, the name suited him. Simple and understated.
Ironically, everything John was not.
His date—he couldn’t bear to think of him as only a hook-up—arrived on the pool deck moments after Travis ordered his second mojito. The man’s unbound, sandy blond hair fell almost halfway down his back, just begging for Travis to run his fingers through it. Even as all the tanned beach studs frolicked with their bikini-clad girlfriends and kids splashed about, John still managed to turn heads. Then again, not every day did someone tower over the crowd with six-foot-five inches of ripped, hair-covered muscles.
Travis swallowed back the drool when John gripped the back collar of his T-shirt with one hand and pulled it off before heading for the shallow end of the pool.
“Hey, get a load of the Grizzly Adams,” a girl nearby whispered. “Ever heard of a back wax?”
Travis shot the two girls a look as they fell into fits of hysterical giggles. He curled his lip in disgust, suppressing the urge to snarl at them. Bimbos. What the hell did they know about real men? Real men knew how to fix things. They drank beer and ate meat and potatoes—not salads and tofu.
And most of all: Real men had hair. Lots and lots of delicious body hair.