One Wild Night

By Morgan Young

Eliza Wilkes is too busy for love. So when she wakes up with an unbelievably sexy man in a hotel bed, she’s stunned. But what really floors her is the shiny wedding rings they’re both wearing.
A reckless evening in Vegas that ended in marriage? Eliza doesn’t make mistakes like this! No matter how well-situated Emerson Banks is in the manhood department. Or how gorgeous his hazel eyes are. Or how rock hard his—
Nope. A quickie divorce is the simplest solution. But then Emerson asks Eliza on a date, and that one date turns into one wild night. In the morning, Eliza finds she doesn’t want to go back to her old life. She likes being Mrs. Banks.
But can a girl who’s used to always being right admit that hooking up with Emerson Banks wasn’t entirely a mistake?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Morgan Young
• Release date: Aug 17, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370529605

Morgan Young

Morgan Young splits her time between Nashville and Phoenix, playing guitar and roasting alive. She is the author of over a dozen books, including Small Town Sexy, Best Bad Idea, One Wild Night, and Make You Mine. Follow her on twitter @morganyoungbook or visit her at www.morganyoungauthor.wordpress.com

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ONE WILD NIGHT

A Small Town Sexy prequel novelette

Morgan Young

Chapter One

I wake up, blinking, the little bit of light coming in from under the curtains hurting my eyes. I sit up slowly, and the room spins. I put my hands down on the sheets, trying to right my vision. I had too much to drink last night, obviously. But where am I? What hotel is this? The décor is too glitzy for where I’m supposed to be—all maroons and deep blues—and is that a grand piano in the corner—and are those my panties on them?

Next to me, I hear a groan, and I look down.

Holy shit.

I spring out of bed.

There’s a man in my bed.

A very naked man.

A very handsome, naked man, with abs I could very easily count, or, if I had the inkling, probably iron my entire spring wardrobe on.

Although I don’t mean to, my gaze lowers. His…situation is situated for sure. And good-sized.

Oh my word. I never do this. I never have one-night stands in strange hotel rooms with men I don’t know. This is not me. Sure, I’m a sales rep, and I travel all the time for work, but I’m not one of those sales reps. I pull on my business pants and button my shirt all my way to my neck and don’t have wild nights of sex with ripped men in fancy hotel rooms.

But by the way my body feels this morning…that’s exactly what I did last night. Probably many times. Ugh. My face burns with shame. I don’t even know this guy.

I look down at myself, feeling the cold air of the air conditioning raise goosebumps on my skin. And when I stand, I realize I’m very naked too.

I go over to grab my panties from the grand piano and tug them on—at least they were the lacey ones.

Just then, I hear stirring from the bed, and I freeze.

Who… a low voice begins. Who are you and what’s going on?

I turn around slowly, using my hands to cover myself. Um… I debate giving him the wrong name, but it seems a little half-hearted now. Eliza, I say. I spot a towel crumpled up on the marble floor, and grab it to cover myself.

The guy shakes his head, and then squeezes his