Hot Houston Nights: Graham & Isabella PART 1

By S.N. Garza

One night stands turning into happily ever afters...

What happens when a one night stand, doesn’t stay just that?

Out for the first time after a long term relationship, Isabella wasn’t expecting much except a good time with the girls. A one night stand wasn’t in the cards, until she met him.

Graham is damaged both physically and mentally by a past that refuses to let him go. When he sees Isabella for the first time, she wasn’t at all what he was expecting.

One night. No regrets. That’s all it was supposed to be. But fate has different plans. Follow Graham and Isabella on their discovery of trying to fight fate, but one night just isn’t enough.

This is a three part serial series of hot sexual encounters and conflicting emotions. Their journey to their happily forever after will be a hard one, but so worth it.

• Language: English
• Publisher: S.N. Garza
• Release date: Jan 1, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311589248

S.N. Garza

I am a 37 year old wife and mother of two who lives in a small country town in southeast Texas. I work during the day at Chilis Bar and Grill. I write dark, deeply emotional stories weaved with erotic romance that leaves you wanting more. My debut novel is Love Came Back & my best selling book & series, is The Billionaire’s Baby, book one in my Nauti Billionaires of Houston series. It is all sexy passion with an alpha hero who’ll sweep you off your feet.

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Hot Houston Nights:

Graham & Isabella

PART 1

By:

S.N. Garza

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Hot Houston Nights: Graham & Isabella PART 1

By S.N. Garza

©January 2015/Stephanie Nicole Garza

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ISBN-13: 978-1505454642

ISBN-10: 1505454646

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Chapter 1

Isabella

Yeah, girl. I can't believe you're actually out with us. Especially after being dumped by that drug-head, you've like totally kept to yourself.

Sigh. I didn't know he was a drug-head when I was with him. I trusted the guy. He was a wealthy trust-fund baby and he had picked me. I was with Chris, no Christopher, for three years. He hated it when people called him Chris.

He never let it show when he did drugs either, so I was so out the loop on that one. I hadn't learned of it until after he dumped me because I didn't put out like normal girls would. What the hell was normal? We had normal sex. If he wanted something with a little bit of kink, he sure as hell never told me anything.

So that was total crap. It wasn't until after he dumped me that I knew he had been with several girls that last year.

Thank God I got checked out by two different doctors to make sure he didn't spread anything to me. Asshat. He's lucky I didn't get anything.

That had been four months ago. Like Shelley said, after he dumped me, I hadn't gotten out in the real world and had any kind of fun. Just worked over at the town bank as a teller, then stayed home-reading my romance novels.

Why couldn't I find a man from one of the novels I've read? They seemed so damaged but perfect by the end.

The girls I went to the University of Houston with, kept sneering at me about how stupid I was for being depressed and that I should just get over him.

I really was, but I invested three long years into this guy. The apartment suite I lived in was among the things we shared. We got to know each other on a level that single people didn't. But then again, I got real educated about Christopher after I was sent to the cleaners.

And thinking about it now, I really did pay for everything when we were together. But I was okay with that. I didn't want a man paying my dues. Everything was in my name. I had a system and when I told Christopher about that system, he was all for not messing it up. That should've been a sign right there he wasn't good for me.

I guess he was a sponge. Sucking the life right out of me.

Tonight though, I wanted to prove to these girls that I could have a good time.

I wasn't in the mood to meet a guy though. Just drinks, some fun, maybe some dancing and then go home. Alone. Maybe a little tipsy where I throw in a Channing Tatum movie and fall asleep dreaming.

And here we were, at Club 9. The hottest club in Houston.

And unlike the other three girls I was with, who wore mini-skirts, or pleated skirts (yeah, like they were teeny-boppers...ugh) I opted for warmth, this cool November night. My black skinny jeans sat low on my hips and my only way of being ‘hot’ was my off the shoulder, blood-red blouse. The girls wore high heels and I wore my matching Converse all-stars.

Comfort over visibility. I didn't want to be noticed. A lot of chicks in this place came here to get noticed.

It felt like I was the only one who was way over-dressed.

The men in this club either wore a variety of suits, leathers, or jeans and tight shirts. Showing off muscular bodies and tight backsides.

Girl, what you need to do is get laid. A one night stand, said Veronica.

We made our way up to the bar, standing room only now, and waited to be addressed.

"Uh, no thanks. I don't do one nighters. I just couldn't. That's not-

Your style. We know. Chimed in Stella.

Out of our group, I was the chunkiest. Although I didn't consider my size ten to be anything other than healthy. I got wide hips and a bubble butt from my mom’s side of the family. I was short, stopping at just five foot three. I guess compared to the girls I hung out with, I was the chunky-monkey. Shelley and Veronica were cousins, so they were both a head taller. And Stella, who was half-white, half-black was a beautiful milk-chocolate, tall and had a body to match.

I swore they felt sorry for me sometimes, but we all met at college when we rushed for the same sorority.

Hey, ladies. What can I get for y'all? The Texas drawl of the bartender was honey-thick and