Blurb:
Can
one night transform a woman's life?
Seana Tramonto feels doomed when it comes to
relationships. When she’s set up through the 1Night Stand service, she’s
apprehensive at best. Her concern turns to ire when her match turns out to be a
man who broke her heart years ago. Old wounds are slow to heal no matter how
sexy the man asking for forgiveness.
Zachary Russo, a Las Vegas policeman, is talked
into doing a 1NS date. When he learns it’s with his high school tutor and
friend, the girl he stood up before the Homecoming dance, he’s determined to
make it up to her. But seeing her again opens his eyes to the sexy woman she’s
become. Can he prove he’s grown up or will circumstance beyond his control kill
their second chance?
My Review:
Set simultaneously with Sunset Temptations also by C.R. Moss, Sunset Heat is a great example of a 1NS
story from Decadent Publishing. These two instead of being brand new to each
other have a past, and it’s not exactly a great past. Seana has her reasons for
not wanting Zach to be the date that shows up and he really wants to make up
for his past behavior.
I really liked this story, it
did leave some of the things happening out, which makes sense since Seana didn’t
know what was going on, but I did having read the previous book. I don’t think
you need to read the previous book but I did like having a better idea of what
was happening. The chemistry was definitely off the charts and I liked the way
the replayed a scene from the past but made it much sexier.
Overall, it’s a good 1NS story,
it’s short, sweet, hot and gets right down to the point, and shows the power of
Madame Eve and meddling cousins in helping characters find the true love they
deserve.
4 Books
I received a copy in exchange for my honest review. I was
not compensated for my review.
About the Author:
An
eccentric and eclectic writer, C.R. Moss pens stories for the mainstream and
erotic romance markets, giving readers Worlds of Possibilities.
Enjoy
the following excerpt for Sunset Heat:
“I had it bad for you.”
“So, what’s your wish now?”
If she leaned toward him, turned just enough, maybe
he’d kiss her. Did she have the nerve? What would he think of her advance?
“Seana?”
She closed her eyes, relishing the silky way he
spoke her name. “Hmm?”
“Your wish. You’re going to enter the drawing the
charity is having, right?”
“I can’t say or it won’t come true,” she murmured.
Just move your face toward his. Do it! Though her inner diva cheered her on,
she couldn’t.
“A superstition for shooting stars and birthday
candles.”
“So? I don’t want to take chances.” Yes you do, her
inner cheerleader chided.
He brushed his cheek against hers. Warm breath
caressed her ear. Restless throbs of desire pulsed in her veins. Sexual
excitement curled in her womb. It’d been quite some time since feeling those
particular sensations. Who’d I do it with last? Oh, the guy in the off-Broadway
showing of West Side Story. Antonio something or other. She’d almost told him
she loved him, but his ex-girlfriend came back into the picture, which snipped
her out of it.
Could Zach be her one? Even after all this time and
despite their difficulties? Back when she’d helped him in high school, she’d
wanted him and would have given him her all. She didn’t feel any different now.
Turning her face toward his finally, she prepared for the first of what she
hoped would be many kisses. None came. He wasn’t as close as she thought. Seana
stared into his eyes, becoming lost in their depths.
“Seana?”
“Yes?” She breathed in his spicy, clean scent,
wanting to nibble on the muscle stretching from his neck into the top of his
white dress shirt.
“Tell me more about the tutoring room.”
“Why? Interested in playing out my fantasy?”
Zach rubbed her knee. His touch seared her skin
under her black sequined dress. “But we’re not in a school. There are no
classrooms to use.”
The scenario she’d envisioned as a young adult
awaited her next move. If there’s ever a time to be bold and spontaneous, it’s
now. Quit stalling and take the leap. Feeling naughty and way too frisky to
miss the opportunity, she drew circles on his leg with her fingertip. “We can
improvise by going up to your room or mine and pretending we’re in a classroom.”
Seconds clicked by. Zach didn’t say a word. Wasn’t
he interested? Her palms became clammy. I can’t be rejected again.
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