EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT: One Wild Night by A.L. Jackson & 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 quiet 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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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.
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.”
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Meet The Author's: A.L. Jackson & Rebecca Shea
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.