by Jana Aston
Publication date: October 10th
2017
Genres: Adult, Contemporary,
Romance
A new
STANDALONE romance from New York Times bestselling author Jana Aston
BLURB
Have you ever set out to have a
one night stand with a sexy stranger?
No? I’m the only one?
Just kidding, I would never.
Ever.
Not usually.
But then I figured, why not? My
entire life I’ve been good and it’s gotten me nowhere.
No job.
No apartment.
No boyfriend.
I’m owed a little fun, aren’t I?
A reward for being good.
Sure, a new pair of shoes would
be more appropriate, but Mr. Sexy Stranger is more appealing. And when he
speaks—in that British accent—it’s a done deal. Every American woman has a hot
British guy fantasy. Well, most do. I haven’t taken a poll or anything, but I’m
pretty sure it’s a fact.
Except…
You know that saying about
best-laid plans?
Good, because I don’t either, but
I assume they go awry.
Like my one night stand…
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EXCERPT:
“Mind
if I join you?”
I
look up and he’s standing beside my seat, a drink in his hand that he uses to
signal towards the empty seat beside me. And what was that? Did I detect an
accent? I think I did, but I can’t be that lucky. I swallow my nerves and
quickly run my eyes over him. Tall. Fit. Oxford shirt untucked, paired with a
worn pair of jeans. Leather loafers on his feet and the hint of end-of-day
scruff on his jaw. Thick, neatly cut, well-styled dark hair and expressive
brown eyes watching me with interest.
“I
hope the drink is to your satisfaction.” He dips his head towards my beverage.
“I asked the bartender to refresh you, but if you wanted something different…”
He trails off with a small frown at my glass.
Oh.
My.
God.
Accent
confirmed. I have just hit the holy grail of potential one-night stands.
“You’re
British,” I say, fighting the grin from my face.
“I’ll
take that as a yes,” he replies and sets his own drink on the bar top while
resting on the stool beside me, his long legs bent slightly at the knees in
order for his feet to rest on the floor. “Unless you have a problem with my
country?” he inquires, brow raised and a small smile on his lips.
Do
you know what’s great about British men?
Everything.
I
mean, I’ve never met one before this and they’re likely no different than
American men, but the accent. It’s everything, right? You can say it’s a cliché
or whatever, but come on. It’s panty-meltingly good. I know he’s speaking the
same language but the words just sound so much better falling from his lips.
“I’m
Jennings,” he says, extending a hand, and I almost laugh. Jennings? It’s
obviously fake. This guy is too old to have a trendy millennial name like
Jennings. Also, it sounds British for ‘I’m giving you a fake name.’ But fine,
I’m game.
“Rose,”
I tell him and slip my hand into his. His hand engulfs mine and he’s not quick
to withdraw, instead running his thumb gently over the back of my hand. I like
the feeling a lot, the texture and warmth of his skin creating an immediate
spark of interest in touching a whole lot more of him.
“Rose,”
he repeats, pausing and tilting his head a fraction as if he doesn’t believe
me. He shouldn’t, it’s not my name.
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Author Info
Jana Aston likes cats, big coffee cups and books about
billionaires who deflower virgins. She wrote her debut novel while fielding
customer service calls about electrical bills, and she's ever grateful for the
fictional gynecologist in Wrong that readers embraced so much she was able to
make working in her pajamas a reality. Jana’s novels have appeared on the NYT,
USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestsellers list, some multiple times. She
likes multiples.
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