One Wild Night
A flirty, sexy contemporary romance from bestselling authors, A.L. Jackson and Rebecca Shea . . .
"A fun, flirty, and fire-hot, feel-good romance" --Karen, Bookalicious Babes
It's here!!!!!! ONE WILD NIGHT is LIVE!
It's fun.
It's flirty.
It's sexy.
And yep, it'll still give you the feels!
I had an absolute blast writing this collaboration with one of my very best friends, Rebecca Shea, and we're so proud to bring it to you. It's a departure from what we typically write, but there is something about it that just hit the spot ;)
I hope you love Paxton and Kaylee's super fun, sexy story <3
xoxo - Amy
Blurb:
A flirty, sexy contemporary romance from bestselling authors, A.L. Jackson and Rebecca Shea . . .
Kaylee Rose Burton, kindergarten teacher, has never been a believer in fantasies.
Living in L.A. her entire life, she knows the glitz and glam of Hollywood is just an illusion.
That is until she stumbles head first into the arms of Hollywood’s most eligible bachelor.
It was just another day for Paxton Myles on the red carpet until the blue-eyed beauty literally stumbles at his feet.
A single glimpse in her innocent eyes and he knows he has to have her.
After one night of unbridled passion, Kaylee slips away to live her quite life, but the paparazzi has other ideas.
When Kaylee’s world comes crashing down, can Paxton convince her that their one wild night could turn into forever?
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EXCERPT: Roger Ward was truly brilliant.
And by God, so was the face that entered
the screen. It was an outright crime for a man to look as good as
Paxton Myles, and now I knew first hand it wasn’t just
photoshopping and lighting.
So maybe in this film he was playing
eighteenth century English Royalty.
None of that really mattered.
Because the man was a freaking Greek
God.
The air stirred, a whoosh of quieted
activity at the empty seat that was supposed to belong to Elle.
My breath hitched. I struggled not to
inhale, struggled not to look. Struggled to pretend as if I wasn’t
hit with an overwhelming urge to turn and bury my nose in that
masculine scent I could feel prodding at my senses.
The way my chest was heaving and my
hands curled around the armrests had to have been obvious enough.
Suddenly he was there, pushing into my
personal space, his mouth at my ear. His Southern accent that had me
in a puddle earlier was now twisted to match the character on the
screen. “He’s a good-looking bloke, isn’t he?”
I had to shake my head to clear it of
the stupor. My chin tipped up toward him, my eyes narrowed in a
scowl. “Excuse me?” It came out an accusation.
He just sent me one of those
belly-flipping grins, the magnitude of it lit up in the frames
flicking across the screen. “That bloke there on the screen. You
seemed a little…impressed.”
“Um, wow. Someone’s full of
themselves, aren’t they?”
I sent the words with all the confidence
I could muster, hoping they would knock him down a notch.
His cockiness just grew. Those full lips
tweaked into a smirk. “Oh, Kaylee Rose. Don’t act like I couldn’t
tell you wanted to climb right over these chairs and fall into that
screen. And here I am, in the flesh. No need to go pretending when
you can have the real deal.”
“Shh.” It was all a frantic whisper,
my eyes wide and wild as they jumped to Roger and Lindsay, praying
they weren’t noticing who’d slithered up to my side.
God. Did the man have no shame?
His hand found the slit on my dress, his
fingertips light, so, so light I had to wonder if he was really even
touching me. Still, the energy eliciting a cascade of chills, an
illicit feeling washing me in thigh-clenching desire.
“I like your dress.” He whispered it
like a tease.
Nope.
No shame whatsoever.
He inched closer, and I lost all my
breath. My hands clutched tighter to the armrests, and I gave it my
all to keep my breaths from panting out of my lungs.
“Stop it,” I hissed.
“Stop what?” Oh yes, he could play
it off as all kinds of innocent. But I could see the mischief
glinting in the brown of his eyes.
“Stop trying to get a rise out of me.”
“Is that what I’m doing? Getting a
rise out of you? I’m fairly certain it’s the reverse.”
A.L. Jackson and Rebecca Shea are bestselling authors residing in Arizona. After being writing partners for five years, it only made sense that they'd put their minds together to bring their readers something fun, flirty, and sexy.
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