A 1 Night Stand Story
Always driving through life along the straight and narrow, Hollie wants a break from staying within the lines. She hopes a hookup at 1NightStand with a tall fair-haired guy who’s organized and sensible, likes small-breasted brunettes, and can deal with any crisis life throws at him, will jar her from the mundane path she’s been on.
Except what seemed like the perfect plan when she set off, turns into the worst idea ever as the snow falls thickly. Slipping and sliding, her arms numb from clenching the wheel, she becomes frantic to avoid what’s looming in front of her.
Dark-haired Nick is on his way to a party with hopes of connecting with a busty blonde—assuming he’s even on the right road and can dig himself out of a heap of snow before he freezes solid. Too bad he never plans ahead, no coat and no shovel in the car, and soon he won’t even see a road at all, let alone any vehicle barrelling down it.
When two hearts get lost in a snowstorm of what they think they want, can Madame Eve's magic put them back on the right track?
Genre: Erotic romance, contemporary, Christmas romance, New Year romance, holiday
Heat level: 4
Word count – 12k
Cover art by LFD Designs
“Shiiiiiit,” Hollie wailed as her car skidded on the snowy road.
What to do? Brake? Not brake? Steer into the skid? Out of the skid? She’d been following the tire tracks of another vehicle ever since she’d left the main road, but the snow had suddenly come down so hard the wipers couldn’t cope, and now she’d lost the line.
A snow-laden hedge loomed in the windshield as her car slid sideways and Hollie panicked. She wrenched the wheel in the other direction, only to find the car skating backward toward a wall on the opposite side of the road. Another wrench at the wheel and by some miracle her car did a complete revolution and slipped back into the grooves worn by the only other idiot out in this weather. After a wobbly slide, her vehicle stayed in the ruts and she groaned with relief.
This had to be one of the stupidest things she’d ever done. Once she’d seen the weather forecast she should have cancelled. Instead she’d driven a hundred miles on New Year’s Eve in an unreliable vehicle with no heating, watching conditions worsening around her. She should have turned back when there had been room to maneuver; now she had no choice but to keep going. The only consolation was that at the end of this road, assuming she had the directions right—and Hollie didn’t want to even contemplate otherwise—what awaited her was a luxury hotel, warm bath, bottle of chilled champagne, and hot sex.
The only catch? She had to survive the journey.
Barbara Elsborg lives in West Yorkshire in the north of England. She always wanted to be a spy, but having confessed that to everyone without them even resorting to torture, she decided it was not for her. Vulcanology scorched her feet. A morbid fear of sharks put paid to marine biology. So instead, she spent several years successfully selling cyanide. After dragging up two rotten, ungrateful children and frustrating her sexy, devoted, wonderful husband (who can now stop twisting her arm) she finally has time to conduct an affair with an electrifying plugged-in male, her laptop.
She writes sizzling erotic romances, both contemporary and paranormal. She also writes dark suspense stories.
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