Synopsis
Not everyone’s good at one-night stands. Skye Stephens has the worst day of her professional career, and all she wants to do is shed her power suit and get lost in the sheets with the hot guy she met at the bar. The problem is, this uptight ad exec doesn’t know how to do one-night stands. She has strict rules about dating and when to let a man in her bedroom. Fighter pilot Ben “Bolt” Hardcastle is used to lovin’ and leavin’. But, after he meets Skye, one night doesn’t seem to be enough. When these two crash-land into each other, a connection strong enough to make the loner pilot and the sexy businesswoman shed their rules about love and relationships begins to burn deeper than either of them ever expected.
Excerpt
The
ballpark was built on the water, so depending on your seats the wind could rip
right through the concourse tunnels and chill you to the bone. Bolt happened to
have those gusty seats. He wrapped an arm around Skye, pulling her against his
chest while keeping a firm grip on his beer with the other.
“You
know I was surprised you called.” Skye sipped on the large beverage in her
hand.
“Really?
I said I would.”
“Yeah,
I bet you say a lot of things.”
“Ouch.
That hurt.”
“Do
not pretend with me that you don’t get a lot of numbers. I know your type.”
“Type,
huh? I might get a few numbers here and there. But I called, didn’t I? Anyway,
I was kind of surprised you agreed to go.” He liked the feisty side of her.
“Why
do you say that?” she taunted.
He
wondered if he should be so blunt with her, but she seemed like she could take
it. “Because you seem a little uptight at times. I figured you were done with
the fun.”
Skye
wiggled out of his wind-bracing hold. “Uptight? You sure know how to compliment
a girl.”
“I
don’t mean uptight, uptight, just a little rigid.” He shook his head as soon as
he saw Skye’s expression. “Ok, rigid was definitely the wrong word to use.
Dammit. I’m going to stop talking now.”
She
giggled. “No, I think you should keep going. You’re proving my exact point.”
“And
what’s that?” He was glad she wasn’t genuinely mad with him.
“That
you are the kind of guy who likes to have fun and that’s it.”
Bolt
scanned her eyes. “Are you saying I’m not deep?”
“I
didn’t say that. You think I’m uptight and I don’t think you’re serious enough.
How about that?”
He
touched the beer to his lips and tried not to smile. “I guess that’s calling it
fair.”
It
was only the bottom of the fourth inning and Bolt was already ready to start
making his way back to Skye’s apartment. In truth, from the second she opened
the door he didn’t want to leave. Something about her tapped into his more
primal side, and it took more self-restraint than he wanted to admit to keep
his hands off her. He was freezing and if he had to stare at the chill bumps on
her breasts another second he would probably pounce on her right in the
ballpark. He couldn’t stop thinking of all the ways he wanted to warm her up.
“Are
you enjoying the game?” He wrapped his arm around her and felt her ease into
his shoulder.
“I’m
not much of a baseball fan, but yeah it’s good. Just wish we weren’t in a
freaking wind tunnel.”
“Yeah,
sorry about that. I guess there was a reason these tickets were up on the board
at work. How about we head back to your place and watch the rest of it on TV
and neither one of us will have to freeze?”
She
eyed him suspiciously. “My place?”
He
put his hands up. “I know the rule, don’t worry. But please, I think my hand is
frozen to the plastic cup.”
She
giggled. “Ok, let’s go.”
Bolt
smiled, knowing he could probably at least make it to third base tonight.
T.A. Foster met, fell in love with, and married her own Marine fighter pilot. Through deployments, trainings, and sometimes living oceans apart, their own love story continues every day. She grew up catching rays and waves along the North Carolina Outer Banks and now resides in the state with her husband, two children, and two canine kiddos. T.A. has an undergraduate degree in Journalism and Mass Communication from the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill and a graduate degree in Educational Psychology from Texas A&M University. When she’s not chasing her two-legged and four-legged children or trying to escape for date night, you can find her reading, writing, or planning her next beach trip. 
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