Book Summary for One Night

One Night by Allie EverhartI’m a true romantic. I believe in fairy tales, soulmates, and happily ever afters. The last way I’d ever try to find my true love is with a one night stand. But that night of the party, I wasn’t looking for my soulmate. I just wanted to do something wild and crazy. So I did.

When a hot guy with dark hair, brooding eyes, and a chiseled face made eye contact with me across a crowded room, I held his stare and waited for him to come over. Before even asking my name, he kissed me. I kissed him back. And then, without giving it a second thought, I followed him to a room and had my first ever one-night stand.

The next morning, I took off. It was only supposed to be one night. Nothing more. But I couldn’t stop thinking about him. Even months later, when I was dating someone else, I was still thinking about that mysterious stranger and the night we shared. Then I found out he’s not a stranger. He’s the friend of my roommate’s boyfriend and has been looking for me all summer.

I can’t let him find me. We were never supposed to see each other again. I’ll admit it was a magical night. One I’ll never forget. There were sparks, fireworks, and this unexplained feeling that we belong together. But soulmates aren’t found with a one-night stand. They’re found with handwritten love notes. Flowers. A first kiss under the moonlight.

A one night stand is the worst love story ever. But what if it’s mine?

Book News!

My next book will be a standalone about Amber and Dylan, friends of Austin and Kira from More to Us, book 4 of the Wheeler Brothers. If you haven’t read that book, you don’t need to, but if you want to, do it soon! Dylan and Amber’s book will be out before the end of the year!

Holding On: Raincoat or Umbrella Scene

Holding On by Allie EverhartHolding On releases August 28th! Here’s a sneak peek!

Becca

“Raincoat or umbrella?” Ethan asks.

“I don’t get the question.”

“When it rains, would you rather have a raincoat or an umbrella? Assuming you could only have one.”

“Raincoat,” I say, not even needing to think about it. “I like the feel of rain on my face. But being in soaking wet clothes isn’t fun. And even with an umbrella, your clothes still end up getting wet. So raincoat. Definitely. Which would you pick? Raincoat or umbrella?”

“Neither. I don’t mind if I get soaked in the rain, as long as I’m not wearing jeans. Wet jeans suck.”

“Totally. So you’re saying if you were wearing jeans, you’d pick the raincoat.”

“Correct. Okay, next question. Chocolate or fruity? Which type of cereal do you prefer?”

“Hmm. Depends on my mood. In the morning I tend to like fruity but if I’m having it later in the day, I like chocolate. How about you?”

“Fruity. Any time of day.” He takes a drink of his pop, then says, “Lights on or off?”

I feel my face heating up, but I smile and pretend his bold question doesn’t bother me. “That’s kind of personal, don’t you think?”

“Why is it personal? I was talking about what you like when you’re watching TV. Do you like it dark or would you rather have the lights on? What’d you think I meant?”

He’s such a liar. He definitely meant sex not TV, but I play along. “Lights on, but not too many. And not too bright.”

“Same here. Next question. Rough or gentle?” He says it with a straight face.

This time I don’t question what he means and just answer, “A mix of both.”

“That doesn’t really work. Most cars are either one or the other.”

“We’re talking about cars?”

He nods. “Specifically, what kind of ride you like. A rough ride, like a truck.” He says ‘rough’ in a sexy tone, his eyes on mine. “Or a smooth, gentle ride, like a luxury sedan.” Again, he says it flirtatiously.

I’m suddenly feeling very warm, imagining what it would be like to have sex with him. Would it be rough? Gentle? What would his body feel like? Those hard muscles. Those large hands.

“You sticking with your answer?” he asks.

I wake from my fantasy. “Um, yeah. A mix of both.”

He smiles, knowing his words got to me.

“Is it my turn?” I ask.

“Go ahead.”

“Top or bottom?”

As expected, my question doesn’t faze him. He’s very confident. I think it takes a lot to embarrass him.

“Are we talking bunkbeds?” he asks.

Damn, he’s good. A quick thinker.

“Yeah, bunkbeds,” I say. “Do you like the top or bottom bunk?”

“Both. Preferably, I like to try both in the course of a night.”

I swallow, my mind once again imagining the two of us together. We need to get off this naughty line of questioning before this night turns into more than just two friends hanging out. Not that I wouldn’t like more than that, but I shouldn’t go there. He’s my boss. And he’s Ethan Baxter, who admitted he’s not looking for a committed relationship. Then again, neither am I so maybe a quick fling wouldn’t be so bad.

Lilly and Reed: Garret’s POV

Here’s a short teaser from Lilly and Reed, written from Garret’s POV.

GARRET
I glance back at the house and see my mom in the kitchen with Jade. They’re each holding one of the twins while the girls dance around.

“Please don’t do this,” I say to my dad. “Please don’t bring this back into our lives. I have a family. I have my mom back. I can’t risk something happening to them.”

“It won’t. I promise I will keep you and Jade and the children out of this.”

“How? I know they still want me to be part of it. Every damn day I worry they’ll come back for me.”

“They won’t. I’ll make sure of it. You just have to trust me.”

Lilly and Reed Teaser

Lilly and Reed is written from the POVs of Pearce, Katherine, Lilly, and Garret, but most of the chapters are from Pearce, such as this one.

Pearce
“What’s going on?” I hear Lilly’s voice behind me and turn to see her standing there. “Did something happen?”

“No,” Rachel answers, wiping her eyes.

“Then why are you crying?”

She smiles. “You know me. I cry all the time, sometimes for no reason at all.”

“Did you need something?” I ask Lilly.

“Yeah. I wondered if I could stay with Reed next weekend. There’s a concert we want to go to on Saturday and since it won’t end until late, I thought I could spent the night there.”

“Will his father be home?” Rachel asks.

“Um, no.” Lilly chews on her lip. “His dad’s going to be out of town but it’s not like—”

“No,” I tell her. “You can’t go there.”

“Why? Because his dad is gone? How is that any different than when I’m at college? Reed and I still—”

“It’s not about that, although that, too, is a concern. But no, I don’t want you going there.”

“Then can Reed come here?”

“No. I have to go to Connecticut on Friday so you and Rachel will be staying with Garret.”

“Dad, this isn’t fair! You never let me see him!”

“You see him plenty, and you will see him when you go back to school. But right now, there are bigger things to worry about than how much time you spend with your boyfriend.”

“Like what?” she yells, tears forming in her eyes. “What’s so important?”

“Lilly.” Rachel reaches out to her but she backs away, her anger focused on me.

“Dad, tell me! What’s so important that I can’t see Reed?” She’s crying now. “Why are you trying to keep him away from me?”

“I’m not. This isn’t about that.”

“Then what’s it about?”

I sigh. “This is one of those times when I don’t want you asking questions.”

She throws her hands up. “Seriously? You’re using that again? That no questions crap?”

“Lilly, I’ve told you there are people out there who are dangerous and I—”

“Don’t!” she yells, hiccuping through her tears. “Don’t even bother trying to explain. I know whatever you’re going to say is a lie. All you ever do is lie to me!” She storms off to her room.