One Great Night

By Debra St. John

At twenty-seven, Chloe Harris has never had a night of really great sex. Before she turns thirty she wants to check that particular item off of her bucket list. She's known Jason her whole life. More importantly, she trusts him. Who better to help her with her plan? Call him a bit old-fashioned, but Jason Williams has never had a one-night stand. And he's not about to start with his best friend's baby sister. To save Chloe from herself, he will pretend to go along with her crazy scheme. But what happens when the charade becomes all too real? For his libido and his heart.

• Language: English
• Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
• Release date: Jan 14, 2015
• ISBN: 9781628307405

Debra St. John

Debra St. John has been reading and writing romance since high school. She always dreamed about publishing a romance novel some day. Her dream came true when she started writing sultry contemporary romance with sexy heroes and spunky heroines for The Wild Rose Press. Although she's a country gal at heart, she lives in a suburb of Chicago with her husband, who is her real life hero.

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Inc.

You said you asked around about me. The expression on his face told exactly how he felt about that. But apparently you didn’t ask the right questions. And you should know me well enough to know I don’t sleep around. I don’t go from girl to girl on a whim. If I’m dating someone, and it feels right, sex becomes part of the relationship.

So you’re saying you’ve never had a one-night stand?

He ran his fingers through his hair leaving it sexily mussed. No, I haven’t. Call me old-fashioned, but I believe two people should be committed to each other before having sex. The other night you said you didn’t want the emotional part of sex. But if you’re looking for really, really great sex…emotion has to be there. It’s the feelings you have for the other person that makes it great. You can’t have that with a stranger.

You’re not a stranger.

True, but like I said, I like a little bit of build-up.

They’d already kissed. A kiss that had nearly caused her to go up in flames like a backyard barbeque. Her knees wobbled just thinking about it. How much build-up did he need?

She looked into his familiar blue eyes. Despite the toe-curling kiss he’d given her, he probably still thought of her as Danny’s little sister. Not someone to take to bed. Okay, so she could understand needing a bit of time to get used to the idea.

But, he’d agreed to help. No way in hell was she letting him back out.

Praise for the works of Debra St. John

WILD WEDDING WEEKEND

A totally wild ride that is worth every word and then some.

~Seriously Reviewed

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THE VAMPIRE AND THE VIXEN

This short story caught me completely by surprise and it tickled my senses!...sweet and sexy and so very well written.

~Tea and Book

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AN UNEXPECTED BLESSING

This story is a pearl, a great shiny pearl.

~Long and Short Reviews

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A CHRISTMAS TO REMEMBER

...the perfect story to get you in the holiday spirit.

~Mystic Reviews

FAMILY SECRETS

…a well-paced, absorbing tale…Kudos to Debra St. John for weaving passion and family drama into a thought provoking and satisfying romantic read.

~The Romance Reviews

One Great Night

by

Debra St. John

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.

One Great Night

COPYRIGHT © 2015 by Deborah Rittle

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission of the author or The Wild Rose Press, Inc. except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.

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Cover Art by Diana Carlile

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Publishing History

First Champagne Rose Edition, 2015

Digital ISBN 978-1-62830-740-5

Published in the United States of America

Dedication

To John

My whole life is great because of you.

Chapter One

I want you to be my sex tutor.

Jason choked on his beer. What?

Chloe Harris waited until he met her gaze again. So, will you do it? The background noise from the crowded bar filled the charged silence as she held her breath, waiting for his answer. Country music blared from the speakers set around the dance floor. Glasses and bottles clinked. Conversations overlapped, individual words indistinguishable in the cacophony.

Do what? he asked, as if he hadn’t heard right the first time.

She sighed. Be my sex tutor.

His eyes narrowed. Why do you need a sex tutor?

To make sure I’m doing it right.

This time Jason’s beer spilled down the front of his shirt. He dabbed at the spot with a napkin. Dammit, this was a new shirt. He closed his eyes for a moment. When they opened, his expression was pained. I can’t believe I’m going to ask this. Hell, I can’t believe we’re having this conversation. But what makes you think you’re doing it wrong?

She shrugged in what she hoped was a nonchalant manner. I don’t know. I mean, everyone always talks about how great sex is, but to be honest, I don’t know what the fuss is all about. Maybe it was her. Maybe she was doing it wrong. So. She toyed with the napkin under her drink. It’s kind of on my bucket list. To have a night of really great sex.

He closed his eyes again. It almost looked like he was praying. The dark sweep of his lashes curled over the lids. Why did men have such impossibly beautiful eyelashes, while women spent oodles of money on mascara and torturous curling devices? Obviously God had a sense of humor.

Finally he opened his eyes. Even the dim light in the bar couldn’t hide their vibrant blue. Bucket list? You’re only twenty-six.

Twenty-seven. It’s just something I want to do before I’m thirty.

That gives you three years.

Well, there are other things on my list, too. I want to get this one out of the way. To silence the ever-present whispers of self-doubt plaguing every relationship she’d ever had. She leaned closer. C’mon, I hear you’re really good.

The bottle froze halfway to his mouth. Where did you hear that?

Maureen Brockman and Leslie Granger both said you were fabulous.

With deliberate care he set the bottle down. You asked them how good I was in bed? The words were forced out between clenched teeth.

I had to do my research. I want someone who knows what he’s doing. She settled back in the chair. So, will you do it?

You can’t be serious.

Chloe lifted her chin a notch. Why not?

Because this is totally insane. If you want to do something crazy, get a tattoo.

That’s on my list, too. She looked at him, then down at the table. She traced the pattern of the wood grain with her index finger. I just want to do this first. And I figured you’d be the perfect guy to help me.

What in the world would make you think that?

Well, for one, you’re a high school science teacher, so you know all about chemistry and stuff. She batted her eyelashes in an exaggerated manner.

Ha ha.

All kidding aside. Her serious tone underscored the words. I know you. I trust you. More than she trusted herself.

Something played in his eyes, but he shook his head. Chloe, take a minute to stop and listen to yourself. You’re asking me to have sex with you.

I know. It had taken months to work up the courage.

He laid a hand over hers. Then you also know why this is the most asinine thing I’ve ever heard. You can’t be serious, he said again.

Of course I’m serious. She covered the small prick of hurt with a toss of her head. Why do you think it’s so crazy?

I can think of a dozen reasons to start, not the least of which is I’d like to live to see thirty-one.

What?

Have you forgotten I’ve known your brother since I was two? His gaze darted to the dance floor where Danny was two-stepping with a redhead. I know he owns a shotgun.

Danny would never hurt you. They were like brothers themselves: part of the reason she’d chosen Jason in the first place. She’d known him her whole life. She felt safe with him.

If I touched his baby sister he would.

She shook her head. I don’t think so.

You obviously don’t know him very well. Believe me, I can guarantee he doesn’t even want to think about you having sex. Let alone with me. He shuddered.

She grimaced. He probably thinks I’m still a virgin, doesn’t he? Too bad she couldn’t go back in time and make that true.

A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, but didn’t quite fully form. He’d probably like to think that. No guy wants to think about his sister having…being, er…intimate with someone.

You don’t have a sister. How would you know?

I have you, and that’s pretty close. Which is another reason this is so ridiculous. He squeezed her fingers. Don’t take this the wrong way, but I don’t feel that way about you.

She waved her free hand. Of course you don’t. I don’t feel that way about you either. Which is actually all the more reason for you to be my tutor. I don’t want this to be about emotion. Just about sex.

He let go of her hand. His mouth compressed in a grim line, all vestiges of a smile gone. Forget it.

Come on, I’ll make it worth your while.

He raised an eyebrow. It nearly touched the shock of dark blond hair falling across his forehead. What does that mean?

I could pay you.

I’m pretty sure that’s illegal.

"Okay, then we’ll do a