Friday, November 22, 2013

November 23, 2013:

For MySexySaturday this week, I have seven paragraphs from ONE PERFECT NIGHT, the third book in my London Calling series. Paul and Nico spent a night together in Rome, then parted next day without knowing anything more about one another than first names. Two years later they meet again by chance… 

Cool mysteries and hot romance -

One Perfect Night
by Christiane France

ISBN-13: 978-1-61124-502-8 (Electronic)

Paul knew Nico was special the moment they exchanged that first glance at Termini station in Rome late one hot summer afternoon. And when it was announced their train had been cancelled and travel suspended until further notice, they explored their feelings over dinner and spent one perfect night of passion in a nearby hotel.

Early next morning, when Nico found a flight cancellation and took off, all Paul knew was his first name.

Two years later, Paul hasn’t forgotten Nico, and now when they meet again at another train station in London, the chemistry is still there. Nico believes Fate brought them together, and is ready to close his eyes and jump into a relationship. Paul, however, believes they need to be sensible, to first check the water and then take it one step at a time. Which man’s strategy will prevail?

NOTE: This story is part of the London Calling series.


I rubbed the pad of my thumb along his lower lip, feeling it tremble in response. “Do what? Hug your pillow and pretend?”

“How did you know?”

“Lucky guess?”

He smiled and held my gaze as he took hold of my thumb and sucked it slowly into his mouth. What he was doing was sexy, erotic and I forgot it was only my thumb he’d wrapped his tongue around. He had me so close to the edge. My balls ached I was so ready to come. But then he stopped, took off his jacket and tossed it on the chair.”

Still holding my gaze, he undid my pants and pulled them down to my knees. He then took possession of my cock, gently rubbing the tip and squeezing my balls. Again, I held my breath. I wanted to yell at him to stop teasing and get down to business. But he knew exactly how far to push me and still keep control. I could see it in his eyes and I could read it in the faint smile that played over his lips as he quit what he was doing and guided my hands to his waist.

“Touch me,” he said softly. “I want to feel your hands on me.”

Without breaking eye contact, I lowered his zipper, slipped my hand inside and encountered body heat and a dick as hard and as needy as mine. He hadn’t bothered with underwear either and I liked that. It was sexy, slutty as hell, and a huge turn on even though neither one of us needed the encouragement.