SIN – Read a Preview Now!June 25, 2018
Here’s a sneak peek of SIN!
SIN is the next novel in the Just This Once Series.
This is a series of four standalone novels with no cliffhangers. Each novel features a new couple who meet because of a one-night stand. HUSH and BARE have already been released!
I hope you enjoy this first look at SIN!
SIN features two new characters! Lincoln Faye (Linny) & Jeremy Weston (West).
“If this is how you dress on Monday morning, I’d love to get a glimpse of you on Saturday night.”
I close my eyes even tighter. There’s no way he’s talking to anyone but me.
His breath inches over the skin of my neck as he whispers, “Just because you can’t see me, doesn’t mean I can’t see you.”
I thought he was fast asleep.
When I boarded this flight in New York City two hours ago, the man in the seat next to me was already belted in and silent.
It took me a few minutes to realize that his eyes were shut beneath the dark sunglasses he was wearing.
I used that to my advantage. I spent the first thirty minutes of the flight blatantly staring at him.
Broad shoulders, day-old stubble covering his jaw, brown hair that is messed up just enough to promise a sexy, bad-boy beneath the tailored suit and expensive tie.
“I’m West.” His deep baritone voice rumbles through every part of me.
If I could orgasm just from a man’s voice, this would be the one.
“And you are?” he continues talking even though I’m clearly not responding to him. “You’re not asleep. You can stop pretending you are.”
I bite the bullet and open my eyes. I turn to look at him.
I thought this man was hot when he was wearing sunglasses.
His warm brown eyes add another dimension to how devastatingly gorgeous he is.
“What’s your name?” He looks into my green eyes before his gaze travels over my shoulder length brown hair.
I turn my head so I’m facing forward again. I was the odd woman out when my friends and I decided to take this trip to Las Vegas. After a quick game of rock-paper-scissors, they lucked out and are sitting next to each other in the third row.
I was stuck with this aisle seat in the first row next to this stranger.
I can’t decide if that’s a bad thing or a very good thing.
“We’ll revisit the name issue.” He slides his hand to the armrest so it’s just mere inches from mine. “I need a vodka.”
“It’s ten in the morning.”
I catch a side glimpse of him sliding up the sleeve of his suit jacket to look at a big silver watch. “In New York. It’s three in the afternoon in London so cheers.”
The flight attendant is pushing a glass of clear liquid into his hand before I can absorb what he just said.
First class definitely comes with perks.
“Can I get you anything?” She looks me over trying to hide the smirk that’s tugging at her lips.
One dose of self-esteem with a chaser of courage, please.
I wish that were on the drink menu.
“She’ll take one of these,” West says.
“I don’t day drink.” I glance in his direction again.
“You’re fucking kidding me.” He lets out a husky laugh. “You were sober when you got dressed this morning?”
I look down at the tight white tank top, bright pink tutu and white high heels I’m wearing.
Thank God I tucked the tiara that was on my head back into my bag after my friends took their seats.
“I’m not the only one dressed like this.” I jerk a thumb over my shoulder. “There are two other women on this flight dressed just like me.”
The plan we hatched a week ago seemed sane at the time.
Our mutual friend, Kendra, is set to marry her fiancé in less than a month. Since we’re all bridesmaids, we thought it would be fun to plan a one-night-only bachelorette party.
Unfortunately, the only night our schedules synced up was tonight.
We told the bride-to-be to meet us at the airport in Vegas since her flight from Atlanta lands thirty minutes before our flight. She has no idea that we’ll all be dressed in the same over-the-top outfit she wore in the pictures she posted to social media to announce her engagement.
That part of the plan was not my idea. I was outvoted. Twice.
“I don’t care about them.” He leans so close to me that his lips almost touch mine. “Something tells me that you’re the one who is unforgettable.”
© Deborah Bladon, 2018
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