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Three years ago, Jenna ran away from what should have been the best night of
her life. Letting her fear and shame get in the way of true happiness has
haunted her ever since. It’s time to move on and put the past behind her. A date
through the 1Night Stand service is the perfect opportunity to start living life
again.
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Want to know more about Wendi Zwaduk? Here you go:
I always dreamt of writing the stories in my head. Tall, dark, and handsome heroes are my favorites, as long as he has an independent woman keeping him in line. I earned a BA in education at Kent State University and currently hold a Masters in Education with Nova Southeastern University.
I love NASCAR, romance, books in general, Ohio farmland, dirt racing, and my menagerie of animals. If you like my work, tell your friends and email me. I love hearing from readers!
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Excerpt:
“You
bring out the bad girl in me. I forgot how much I liked it.”
If he
shoved her panties to the side, she’d let him grope her there in the reception
room. He resisted the urge to go too far and moved her dress to repair her
modesty. “You’re good at being bad.” With the pads of his fingers, he stroked
down the length of her leg and caressed her ankle. The crimson polish on her
toes glittered in the fluorescent light. “You always did like bare
feet.”
Her
voice dropped to the husky purr he hadn’t heard in a long time. “My stilettos
pinched my toes. Bare is more comfortable.”
“I’m
glad you came back.” The old feelings welled in his brain, reminding him how he
hadn’t stopped loving her. Ever. “You aren’t the same girl who walked out of
here three years ago. Not really. I want to discover all the ways you’ve
grown.”
“You’ve changed, too.” The husky
tone of her voice trailed up his spine. Jenna traced the line of his lapel with
her finger. “More poetic, less gruff. And you shaved.” For the first time since
she’d set foot on the tarmac, she smiled. “I like the changes. They work on
you.” She murmured in his ear, “I wouldn’t have stopped you if you kept
going.”
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