Imagine you went to the same college as your brother and he held a strict bro code of not ever letting his friends near his sister. Imagine if one of them broke that code then broke your heart. Imagine seeing him ten years later at a class reunion.
Ten years had passed since their college graduation. Tired of the typical class reunion socializing, Rachel stepped into the shadows to sip her wine. To most people, being in a room containing several ex-lovers could be a bit of a downer, but enough time had passed and everyone greeted each other like old friends. The evening consisted of meeting spouses, seeing photos of children, and hearing about various occupational paths. Of course, gossip of divorces topped the conversations.
Some were using the opportunity to network for their
careers. The school district she worked for had made some drastic cuts, leaving
her jobless. All her belongings were in storage, and she lived out of a
suitcase while job hunting. Surely there had to be districts looking for an
innovative art teacher. A couple of classmates who held positions as principals
offered their business cards with the promise to accept her resume.
A loud shout drew her attention. Members of the championship
football team were honored guests at her class reunion. Gazing across one of
the finest rooms in the Vegas Castillo Hotel, she watched her twin brother,
Bill, ham it up with old friends. He wore a permanent smile as he laughed with
his long-lost, but not forgotten, teammates. She suspected after being blessed
with fatherhood and a job as a corporate lawyer, he didn’t see much of his
college buddies. With animated gestures, they were talking about the season of
fame. One fellow gently tossed the championship football with the players’
signatures to a couple of guys. What a rough and burly bunch they still were.
She loved her brother but often wondered if she’d made a
mistake going to the same college as him. During their four years, she enjoyed
the popularity that went along with being the star quarterback’s sister. She’d
tolerated the overbearing nature of her twin who criticized her choice of men,
even if she dated one of his close friends. Any man he pushed her toward never
seemed to satisfy her and became one more in a string of onenight stands.
Lucky for her, he stayed out of her love life after his
wedding. Most of the men she knew had married and settled into neat, scheduled
lives. So much had changed over time; once lean, vigorous bodies had given in
to the softness of sedimentary lifestyles revolving around their budding
families.
One man managed to still have his muscular physique and
remain as hot as ever; Dustin “Dusty” Stiles, the legendary linebacker who’d
led the team in tackles. Back in the day, the girls on campus considered him
the epitome of tall, dark, and hunky. From the stares he received as he walked
past them, they still deemed him so. He wore his black tie loosened around the
open collar of the white dress shirt tapering down to his narrow waist. Black
pants covered the world’s perfect butt and thighs. Polished Durango boots with
silver tips reflected his cowboy side.
Rachel had managed to dodge him all night. She’d evaded
everything regarding him for years. After college, she left Michigan and her
family to move to a small town in New York. She didn’t see much of her brother
and always avoided discussing news of his friends, especially after what
happened with Dusty after Bill’s wedding.
However, any thoughts of him usually accompanied a
self-induced orgasm. No other man she’d dated could compare to him. He pushed
her to sexual heights not reached since. She loved what he did to her and hated
how he used her. Memories of how she gave in to him time and time again still
generated pain in her heart. She missed his friendship, his dominant qualities,
and his magical touch. He haunted her.
Time had passed. According to the talk of the night, he’d
moved to Wyoming for work as an engineer on the wind turbines but ended up
making a fortune when oil was discovered on the property he bought. They were
different people now, but what if they still had that volatile magnetism
between them?
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Blurb
Rachel Willis signed up for a 1Night Stand with hopes of finding something that is missing in her life. Is it a coincidence her date is scheduled during a class reunion? And why did the one person she’s avoided for years have to show up?
Dusty Stiles never recovered from the one that got away. Madame
Eve is his last hope to get her back.
Will one night be enough to erase the pain of the past and
rekindle the passion they once shared?
