Well, today is the last birthday I will every have in my thirties! And to celebrate I created a rafflecopter giveaway of my favorite 1Night Stand story I’ve ever written, ACCIDENTALLY BEAUTIFUL. You have all weekend to enter!
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ACCIDENTALLY BEAUTIFUL A 1Night Stand Story
Martin Baird is perfectly content in his safe, predictable job as head concierge for Castillo Resorts, but when a handsome stranger whisks him away for a night of tropical escapades—first visiting an isolated gay bar then to a secluded beach where erotic delights await—Martin’s world is thrown upside down. He’s never met a man like Garret Fisher, but it seems he has been waiting for a night like this all his life.
Could something truly beautiful come out of this accidental meeting? Or was it really not an accident at all?
EXCERPT:
Marty looked nervous as hell standing inside the main hotel entrance, fists bunched into his lower back and posture ramrod straight. Garret still wore the same jeans but Marty had changed all his clothes. A fitted, navy silk shirt showed off his date’s well-built chest and narrow waist. Garret’s fingers itched to unbutton it, discover how far those freckles spread. White cotton shorts, snug at the inseam, appeared custom-tailored to make his backside even more scrumptious. He could already visualize burying his face in it until the guy screamed out his name in a come-to-Jesus moment, leaving them both covered in sweat and spunk. Then he’d slide his dick deep inside him, those round cheeks pressing against his groin while he fucked him….
Damn! His skin flushed all the way to his toes. Without wasting another moment, Garret stepped forward. “Hey.”
Marty jumped, spinning to face him. His demeanor brightened, relief flooding those expressive brown eyes. His face had the smooth appearance of freshly-shaven skin, his hair gelled to perfection.
Cute as a goddamn button.
Garret couldn’t help himself—didn’t want to. He kissed him.
A light kiss, barely a brush of lips, but Marty stepped back in surprise, fingering his mouth. “Oh…right…hello.”
Hiding his amusement at Marty’s adorable discomfiture, Garret licked his lips to savor the hint of cinnamon toothpaste. “You ready?”
Cheeks flushed, Marty nodded. “Um…right. Yeah, I’m ready…i-if you are?”
He couldn’t stop the chuckle. Taking a firm hold of Marty’s hand, he dragged him toward the exit. “You need to relax, babe.”
Hurrying after him, Marty squeezed his grip. “Yes, sir.”
Garret stopped dead on the threshold of the exit.
He’d finally said it.
Sir.
Reaching out, Garret cupped his chin, thumbs stroking over those freckled cheeks, the cool, ordinary A/C on one side, the sultry, hedonistic tropics beckoning to him on the other. Marty smelled of a crisp aftershave. Lemony and tart. Fucking delicious.
With an awkward intake of air, sounding both excited and nervous, Marty leaned in. Disappointment colored his expression when Garret didn’t kiss him again.
Not releasing his face, Garret offered him a reassuring smile. “Trust me. I’ve got everything under control, okay?”
With an awkward nod, Marty let out the breath he’d been holding, the tension leaving his body. Their eyes held for a moment longer, a silent exchange of understanding. Words were unnecessary. They had said it all in their first glance.
