One Night Stand
by Hedonist Six
Chance Encounters #1
Publication Date: October 7, 2016
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Erotic, Realistic Romance
Synopsis: From casual encounter to something more?
Lucy is used to having a handle on things herself: her business, which she’s fighting to turn around after a rough patch, and her love life, which consists of carefully conducted casual encounters during which only she calls the shots.
A one night stand with George – the tall, husky biker whose rough exterior hides a gentler side – changes everything. Lucy’s usual approach doesn’t work anymore: come morning, she doesn’t want to say goodbye. Perhaps it’s time to let someone into her life for more than just one night?
Meanwhile, the crucial project she’s just landed is about to fall to pieces, threatening her reputation as well as her finances. Suddenly Lucy has to learn what it’s like to not be in control of anything at all.
Chance Encounters is a series of stand-alone contemporary romance novellas set in jolly old England, following a set of loosely connected people as they find love in unexpected places. Can love conquer all, from class differences to age gaps? One-click and find out.
Excerpts – One Night Stand
The meeting had left me exhausted and wired. Although it went well and I’ve landed the project, I don’t feel too excited about it. The new customer is the sort of type whom you could give the equivalent of a perfect sunset and yet he’d be tweaking the colours until there would be no magic left in it.
Ordinarily I don’t entertain such people, my web design company had grown successful enough that I didn’t need to accept that kind of drain on my energy levels. However, lately things have been tough, and the project is too big and prestigious to pass up. Fingers crossed with Akhil’s support I can pull it off; it would turn things around for me.
Finding him to manage a team of freelancers in India had been a godsend on many previous occasions. I’m sure he will be equally valuable this time around.
If I ever deserved a drink, now is the time. I need to shake this knotted feeling in my chest, before it drives me nuts. It’ll turn out fine, as always…
When I’m out by myself, rather than enjoying a fancy dinner, I usually opt for something simple, portable. A kebab or something from the chippy. The rest of the evening will be spent whiling the hours away in the first decent looking pub I can find.
And I’ve just found it.
As soon as I’ve found my seat of choice in the dimly lit establishment, I notice him. Sitting on a bar stool nursing a full pint while his two friends stand around waiting for their refills. They clearly arrived as a group, but while I observe them it quickly becomes clear that they are not planning to just sit at the bar together.
He’s sporting a typical metal head ponytail, longer than my own hair and it really suits him. Too many guys can’t get past their old faithful long hair style, even when their mane starts to thin. His hair is thick and full though and the first thing I noticed. I have always had a thing for men with long hair.
He takes a big last sip from his glass and I panic. What if he’s going to call it a night? If he leaves now I’ll forever wonder what could’ve been!
Before I know it my feet carry me towards the bar, while I half-mindedly smooth down my businesslike grey skirt and vest combo. Despite the buzz of the drunken conversations that fills the space, the clicking of my heels on the wooden floorboards is almost as deafening as my heart pounding in my chest.
He turns towards me as soon as I reach and I’m frozen in place. Concentrating on continuing to breathe, I tuck my black wavy hair behind my ear and glance in his direction.
I take in his strong Nordic features, his full lips and steely blue eyes that stand in stark contrast against the dark brown of his hair and short beard. All I can manage is a shy smile before hurriedly looking away.
My instincts served me well, if I had stayed in my seat, I would’ve regretted it. I feel tiny standing next to him, which causes me to feel an even stronger attraction. And his eyes on me, I can almost feel them stabbing and probing.
His hands are huge as well, manly. I wonder how he’d touch me, if those hands could be gentle or if they only know how to be rough. There’s no sign of a wedding ring: what a relief.
It has been decided, I want him at any cost.
“What can I get you, darling?” The bartender interrupts my thoughts.
“Oh I’ll have a Bailey’s, thanks.” Taking a deep breath I turn towards my mark. “Would you like anything, while I’m buying already?”
Surprised, it takes him a few seconds to respond. Or perhaps he’s as distracted by our eye contact as I am.
Call me “H.” or Hedonist if you prefer. I’m a Romance writer based in London and I’ve always been a dreamer, though it didn’t occur to me to write down the stories I kept dreaming up until 2012. You’ll not find flowery language and poetry in my work. What you will find though is believable characters, none of whom perfect, going through life and trying to find happiness. Just like the rest of us.
I first started writing because I craved to see more of “my kind of books” on the shelves. In any scenario, you’ll find me rooting for the underdog. The (emotionally) scarred hero who hasn’t really had much (or any) luck in love. The shy office worker who wants to pursue the man of her dreams, but hasn’t quite mustered the courage yet. All my characters are beautifully flawed and messed up, in a way that makes them perfect for one another.