Title: That Night With You
Author: Alexandrea Weis
Genre: Contemporary
Erotic Romance
Release Day: November 2, 2014
Synopsis:
Madison Barnett spent one night with a
stranger that changed her life forever.
But when she takes a job at Parr and
Associates as their newest architect, Madison has no idea that the stranger she
has spent five years trying to forget is about to walk right back into her
life. And what she hoped would be a fresh start turns into a perplexing
dilemma.
Soon Madison’s life is sent into a
tailspin as she tries to juggle the demands of her controlling boss, Hayden
Parr, with her persistent desires for her long lost sexy stranger.
Then, just when she thinks all hope is
lost, everything changes.
Madison embarks on an education in the
art of pleasure that began five years ago in the bed of the man who captured
her heart. But there is one little catch…
When fantasies become reality, passion
can turn addictive in…That Night with You.
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Excerpt:
After stepping inside the crowded elevator, she pushed
the lighted button on the console for the thirty-third floor and eased her way
to the back. She was brushing her hand down the front of her smart blue
pinstripe dress when a tall man in a gray suit eased up next to her. Out of the
corner of her eye, she could see his dark brown wavy hair and determined
profile. She didn’t want to stare, but found herself admiring the curve of his
square jaw and the cut of his cheekbones along his clean-shaven face. When he
turned to her, she immediately lowered her eyes. The butterflies in her stomach
were in a full blown fury now, and she swallowed back the burning taste of
embarrassment in her mouth.
As she stood there, eyes riveted to the elevator
floor, she could feel his gaze on her. She knew it, sensed him drinking in her
profile. Terrified, she fought every impulse to look up at him, and when the
elevator doors closed, the car shot upward and jostled her to the side, making
her brush against him.
“Sorry,” she whispered, keeping her focus fixed on the
ugly brown tiles on the elevator floor.
“Think nothing of it.”
It was a soft, seductive, deep kind of voice that a
woman would want to hear from the pillow next to her in bed.
She could detect the slightest whiff of his cologne;
spicy, but with a hint of muskiness. Not enough to overwhelm the nose, like so
many other men’s fragrances, but just enough to tantalize the senses. With her
curiosity getting the better of her, Madison tried to edge her eyes slowly
upward, hoping to catch a glimpse of him. Unfortunately, the elevator came to a
halt, the doors opened, and a rush of people began to push for the exit.
Glancing at the lighted console, Madison determined
they had stopped on the twentieth floor. The man beside her shuffled forward
and she thought he was going to exit the elevator, but instead he took a step
closer to her.
Madison’s heart raced as the elevator doors closed
again and the car shot upward.
“First day?” his velvety voice inquired.
She bit her lower lip and nodded her head. Raising her
eyes ever so slightly, she concentrated on his freshly-shaved chin. “How could
you tell?”
His thin lips curled into a maddening smile. “You look
absolutely terrified.”
Madison fought to get ahold of her emotions. If he
could see it, imagine what her employer would think. She had to appear
self-assured and ready to take up her new responsibilities.
“I’m just nervous,” she shyly admitted.
The edge of his jacket brushed against her shoulder.
“There’s nothing to be nervous about.”
His words sent an unsettling chill throughout her
body. There was something about the way he had said it—the tone of his voice,
the inflection—that reminded her of someone she could not place. Intrigued by
the stranger, she was just about to raise her head to him when the elevator car
once again jerked to a stop. When her eyes shifted to the lighted panel, she
saw they had come to a stop on the thirty-second floor.
The man beside her made a move toward the doors, and
came to a stop right in front of her. Madison ogled his thick, wide shoulders,
the way his suit jacket hugged his trim waist, and then her eyes drifted down
to his round backside.
Someone cleared their throat in the elevator and she
instantly thought she had been caught staring at the guy’s ass. A flush of
warmth spread across her cheeks and she clutched her purse to her side as her
eyes once again plummeted to the elevator floor. The group of people, including
her stranger, moved out the elevator door, and for an instant, Madison felt a
twinge of disappointment that she had not gotten a better look at the man.
Luckily, just as the elevator doors closed, she caught a glimpse of him,
standing just outside of the doors, staring back at her.
The jolt that hit her body was overwhelming. His face
was more than she expected; rugged, good-looking with gray eyes, a wide
forehead, and chiseled features that would have made him the object of any
woman’s fantasy. His trim figure appeared tone and lean behind the fabric of
his suit, and as he grinned back at her, he eased his hand into his trouser
pocket before dipping his head.
When the elevator doors finally closed, Madison
thought her knees were going to give out.
What in the
hell is wrong with me?
About the Author:
From New
Orleans, Alexandrea Weis was raised in the motion picture industry
and began writing stories at the age of eight. In college she
studied nursing and went on to teach at a local university. After several
years in the medical field, she decided to pick up the pen once again and began
her first novel, To My Senses. Since that time she
has published many novels. Infusing the rich tapestry of her hometown
into her award-winning books, she believes that creating vivid characters makes
a story memorable. Her work has been critically acclaimed and has
been continually growing in popularity.
Alexandrea
Weis is also a certified/permitted wildlife rehabber with the La. Wildlife
and Fisheries. When she is not writing, she rescues orphaned and injured
wildlife. She is married; they live in New Orleans.
Website:
http://www.alexandreaweis.com/
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