Contents
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About
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Epilogue
Another Epilogue
Acknowledgments
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Once Upon A Real Good Time
Lauren Blakely
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Big Rock Series
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Big Rock
Mister O
Well Hung
Full Package
Joy Ride
Hard Wood
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One Love Series dual-POV Standalones
The Sexy One
The Only One
The Hot One
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Standalones
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The Knocked Up Plan
Most Valuable Playboy
Stud Finder
The V Card
Most Likely to Score
Wanderlust
Come As You Are
Part-Time Lover
The Real Deal
Unbreak My Heart
Once Upon a Real Good Time
Once Upon a Sure Thing
Once Upon a Wild Fling
Unzipped (Fall 2018)
Far Too Tempting
21 Stolen Kisses
Playing With Her Heart
Out of Bounds
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The Caught Up in Love Series
Caught Up In Us
Pretending He’s Mine
Trophy Husband
Stars in Their Eyes
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The No Regrets Series
The Thrill of It
The Start of Us
Every Second With You
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The Seductive Nights Series
First Night (Julia and Clay, prequel novella)
Night After Night (Julia and Clay, book one)
After This Night (Julia and Clay, book two)
One More Night (Julia and Clay, book three)
A Wildly Seductive Night (Julia and Clay novella, book 3.5)
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The Joy Delivered Duet
Nights With Him (A standalone novel about Michelle and Jack)
Forbidden Nights (A standalone novel about Nate and Casey)
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The Sinful Nights Series
Sweet Sinful Nights
Sinful Desire
Sinful Longing
Sinful Love
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The Fighting Fire Series
Burn For Me (Smith and Jamie)
Melt for Him (Megan and Becker)
Consumed By You (Travis and Cara)
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The Jewel Series
A two-book sexy contemporary romance series
The Sapphire Affair
The Sapphire Heist
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That smoking hot one-night stand with a former rock star?
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Turns out he's my son's new music teacher. Oops.
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But I didn't know that the night I met Campbell. All I knew was he played my body the same way he played a guitar — like he owned it.
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My libido is still high-fiving me after being self-served for too many years, and we’re both ready for another night or two of fun, especially since we don’t just have chemistry in bed — we connect over everything.
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That is, until I learn he’s the man who’ll be coming to my house twice a week to teach my son — the best music lessons money can buy.
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Time to turn down the volume on our shenanigans. Only that’s easier said than done.
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I can rock a guitar solo in front of thousands, I can write chart-topping tunes, and I can absolutely stop thinking about my student’s mother naked.
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After all, I’m a single parent too, and I know what it’s like to put your kid first. That’s what I do every damn day.
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Trouble is, now that I’ve had Mackenzie, it’s hard — and I do mean hard — to stop wanting her. Harder too when I get to know her, and learn she’s an awesome mom, a great friend, and, oh yeah, she happens to get along perfectly with my daughter.
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All we have to do is set some rules. No dating, no nookie when the kids are around, and no one gets hurt.
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It’s all working out beautifully. Until we start breaking the rules, one by one.
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Making music with her in the bedroom is easy. But will we be more than just a real good time when the music stops?
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Chapter 1
Mackenzie
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I’m not checking him out.
I am solely focused on answering the next trivia question. The game emcee spouts it out for the four teams vying for the prize at The Grouchy Owl bar. The prize being bragging rights.
The hostess clears her throat, brings the mic to her mouth, and asks the question: “Which Las Vegas hotel did the bachelor party stay at—”
I’m perched fo
rward in the chair whispering the answer to my teammate—Caesars, Caesars, Caesars—so we can write it on the answer slip before the hostess even finishes.
“—in the 2009 movie The Hangover?”
“So easy,” I say to Roxy as she smacks my palm and mouths ringer while filling in the answer.
I’m not a ringer.
I was simply fed a steady diet of Trivial Pursuit, trivia books, and endless facts about the world as a kid.
That’s all.
Also, I love trivia. Trivia helped me through some tough times as an adult, and by tough, I mean anxiety-ridden, sleepless, and stressful. That kind of tough.
As the hostess flips her cards to the next question, the guy on stage—the one I’m not at all checking out—adjusts the amp for his guitar. The Grouchy Owl has a little bit of everything—from darts, to pub quizzes, to pool, to live music from local bands. It’s like a Vegas hotel right here in the West Village. Big Ike doesn’t want patrons to leave, so she makes sure the entertainment options are plentiful.
And if that handsome hottie stays on the stage, I won’t want to head home for a long, long time. Except I’ll have to. I’m Cinderella, and I turn into a pumpkin in minutes.
But for now . . . Hello, nice view.
As the guy turns the knob on the amp, his brown hair flops over his eyes. He flicks it off his forehead with a quick snap then runs his fingers down the strings on his guitar. Those fingers fly.
I bet they’d fly other places too.
Come to think of it, I better give him a full and proper appraisal, especially since the Jeopardy!-style theme clock blasting from the hostess’s phone is counting down the seconds till we’ve all penned an answer to her latest question, which means I have time to ogle.
A thin blue T-shirt reveals inked and toned arms, and stubble covers his jaw—deliberate stubble. Not the I-didn’t-shave-today stubble, but a healthy amount of scruff. Yum.
“Would you like your camera to take a picture, or have you captured Guitar Hero in your brain for posterity?”
I jerk my gaze back to Roxy.
Note to self: develop some subtlety when ogling. Especially since you’re out of practice on . . . everything.
I flip a strand of hair off my shoulder. “I wasn’t checking him out.”
Roxy rolls her hazel eyes. “I’m hereby awarding you a trophy for the most unconvincing attempt at denial ever.”
I huff. “Fine. He’s crazy handsome. Look at those cheekbones. Those lips. Those eyes.”
She sings his praises too. “Those hands, that ass, those legs.”
I swat her arm. “Stop perving on my eye candy.”
My best friend smiles wickedly. “It’s so easy to see through you.”
“I didn’t deny it for long.” I hold up one finger. “For, like, one round of denial.”
She reaches for my iced tea and hands it to me. “Speaking of rounds, take a drink. It’ll make you strong for the final round of the game.”
“Sometimes I think you use me for the useless facts in my head.”
“You don’t have to think it. You know I do.”
“Love you too.”
“Also,” she says, leaning closer, “your eye candy was checking you out as well.”
My eyebrows shoot into my hairline. “Lying liar who lies.”
The hostess taps the mic from her spot in front of Mr. Guitar Hero. “And now, for the final question in The Tuesday Night Grouchy Owl Pub Quiz . . .”
Like synchronized swimmers, Roxy and I straighten our shoulders in unison. I grab the pencil. Hold it tight. This isn’t a first-to-the-bell game, but there’s something about being on high alert that feels right. I’m ready.
Questions zip through my brain, answers following instantly as my mind exercises itself. The Beatles were first the Quarrymen; at sixty-three, Jupiter has the most moons; the Pacific is 8,000 meters deep.
“Which Whitney Houston song is an anagram of ‘mention mine to me’?”
What the what?
I turn to Roxy, and we are matching slack-jawed, WTH memes. Admittedly, pop music is my weakest category, but I can handle the basic questions surrounding the genre. This question is a little left of center though. I try my best to cycle through the diva’s tunes. We mouth to each other the big Whitney hits: "I Will Always Love You.” “Greatest Love of All.” “How Will I Know.”
I shake my head, and Roxy furrows her brow.
I stare off at the stage when the guy with the surfer hair catches my gaze and mouths hi, startling me. Is he talking to me? Oh yes, he is, since he follows that hi with four more words.
Holy smokes.
He slipped me the answer.
I’m officially in love.
I grab Roxy’s arm. “‘One Moment in Time,’” I whisper, and I unleash a smile at Guitar Hero. Because we’re one step closer to winning, and that’s one of my favorite things to do on a Tuesday night during my hour-long escape at The Grouchy Owl.
But wait. How does hottie know a Whitney Houston song? Straight men can know Whitney tunes, right?
Of course they can. God, I hope so. He looks seriously straight. He’s staring at me like a man who enjoys boobs stares at a woman who has them.
I sneak another peek. His fingers slide down the guitar as he tunes it. He raises an eyebrow and locks eyes with me, his lips curving up.
My stupid stomach has the audacity to swoop.
Of course, in my stomach’s defense, the loop-de-loop makes complete sense. Not only is he a babe registering easily at 15.5 on the only-goes-to-ten babe-o-meter, but he’s holding a guitar. The way he wields the Stratocaster cranks my libido up high.
That might be due to said libido’s sadly solo life these days.
As the hostess collects the answer slips, Roxy nudges my shoulder. “Go talk to him.”
I roll my eyes.
“Oh please. You can do it,” she adds.
“I’m not going to go talk to some random guy onstage at a bar, prepping for his set.”
“Why not?”
“Because,” I sputter. “Because it’s dangerous, risky, crazy, and I have a thirteen-year-old at home.”
“Isn’t Kyle out right now? Practice or something?”
“Yes, but I need to pick him up in a few minutes, and that means I should go.”
Roxy pouts. “Don’t go before we find out if we win. And don’t go before you talk to Mr. Steamy McMusic.”
I laugh and shake my head. “You go talk to him.”
“I can’t. He has your eye marks all over him.”
“Good. I own the view.”
I stand, and Roxy joins me to give a quick goodbye hug. “Love ya,” I say.
“Thanks for coming out to play. It’s nice to see your face every now and then.”
I head to the door, nearly bumping into the curly-haired Big Ike on the way.
“Hey, Mack. Is Kyle ready for Pine Notes?” she barks.
“Starts tomorrow. He’s so excited.” As the keeper of all musical knowledge in the tristate area, she recommended the music camp my son’s attending starting tomorrow, and it sounds like a fantastic opportunity.
“The teachers there are great. He’s going to love it.”
I give a thumbs-up, wave goodbye, and don’t even bother to check and see if Mr. Guitar Hero is watching me, though I’m tempted.
I head down the street then turn the corner, hoofing it a few blocks to the community center where Kyle practices with some of the other kids his age. He’s formed an ad hoc sort of string quartet with some friends in the city who like the same music as he does. Shortly after I arrive, the kids stream outside, and I smile at my little blond-haired, brown-eyed guy.
Okay, he’s not so little anymore.
But he’s still my guy.
“Hey, monster,” I say. “How was practice?”
He slings his violin case over his shoulder. “It was good. We worked on a new Brahms concerto that’s totally dope.”
“That’s the o
nly way Brahms concertos should be.”
During the short walk home, Kyle regales me with details of the music. His voice rises as he grows more excited, then he smiles at me, the metal in his braces occupying most of the real estate on his teeth.
We reach our building and go inside.
“Did you win big tonight?” he asks once we’re in our apartment.
I shrug and smile. “Don’t know. But we fought valiantly. Are you hungry? Want me to cook some scrambled eggs with rosemary country potatoes?”
He pats his flat belly on his trim frame. “I’m still stuffed from the sandwich you made earlier.”
I gesture to his room. “Big day tomorrow. Go put your violin away and get ready for bed. We’re leaving to take you to camp at seven thirty sharp.”
He salutes me on the way to his room.
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