One And Done – First Scene

By on June 6, 2016

As One And Done is releasing on July 19th (and is available for pre-order now), I thought I’d share the first two chapters of this 300 page plus contemporary erotic romance.


Chapter One

“Yes, yes, yes,” Azure, my roommate and best friend chants, her pitch rising, rising, rising. Her bedroom door is closed yet I hear every word, every pant, every moan. “Yes,” she screams.

I press my lips together, sucking back my envy, the taste of it acidic on my tongue. That’s the third time this evening she’s come.

I’m happy for my friend. I am. We’ve lived together since our first year of university, got jobs at the same company, have each other’s backs. Azure is my sister in every way except blood. She’s chosen family, the best kind, and her joy usually feeds mine.


But not tonight. Listening to her find release over and over again reminds me of what I’ve been missing. It has been almost two weeks since I’ve seen Edward, my lawyer boyfriend, twelve days and twenty-two hours since I’ve had sex.

Sex with another person, that is. I pleasure myself in the shower every morning. That takes the edge off but is never enough to completely satisfy me.

I need a man’s hands on my body, more specifically, my boyfriend’s hands.

Which is why I’m baking cookies on a Thursday night.

I open the oven and a wave of chocolate-and-vanilla-infused air sweeps upward, heating my arms and face. This last tray of chocolate chip cookies is almost ready. The previous batches are cooling on the laminate-topped island separating the tiny kitchen from the equally tiny living room.

I’ll package these cookies up, bring them to Edward, and, once I’ve satisfied that hunger, I’ll appease his sexual appetites.

That’s the plan.

Azure’s bedroom door opens. “You boys entertain yourselves.” She closes the door. “I’m taking a break.”

My best friend dances toward me, her lush body swathed in a colorful robe made from hemp and natural dyes. A smile lights her makeup-free face. She’s been banged silly by her two men of the moment.

I grin at her. “Do you want me to make you a sandwich?”

“There’s no need for a sandwich.” She spins, almost losing her robe in the process. The soles of her bare feet smack against the hardwood floor. She smells like sex and marijuana. “We have chocolate chip cookies.”

“These cookies aren’t organic.” I didn’t expect her to emerge from her bedroom tonight. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. It’s my cheat day.” Azure pulls a barstool out from under the kitchen island and plops her curvy ass on the vinyl. “I ate white bread at lunch.”

“No.” I gasp. My friend considers white flour to be the work of evil corporations hell-bent on destroying the world.

“That’s my truth.” She dips her head. “I’m not proud of it. There were leftover sandwiches in the fourth floor lunchroom and I was weak, so very weak.”

Since Azure is confessing, I decide to make one of my own. “I made these for Edward.” I remove the last sheet from the oven and turn it off. “He’s working late again tonight.”

“He’s working?” Azure’s lips twist. “Is that what he told you?”

“That’s his truth.” I set the sheet on a cooling rack. “He wouldn’t lie to me.”

“I didn’t say he was lying.” She grabs one of the ready-to-be-eaten cookies and breaks it into pieces.

I watch her, waiting. My friend has more to say. She always does.

“You haven’t seen Steady Eddy in…how long?” Azure tilts her head.

“It’ll be two weeks tomorrow.” I’ve missed him, desperately. “And you know he doesn’t like that nickname.”

She shrugs. “It suits him.”

My friend says this as though it’s a bad thing. It isn’t. Edward is forty-three, thirteen years older than I am. His steadiness and his maturity are two of the many things I love about him.

And I do love him. My boyfriend might not look like a movie star. His blond hair is thinning and some unkind people might call him scrawny.

But he eats whatever he wants, is able to devour a tin of my cookies and not gain weight. And his hair, the few strands he still has, is baby fine, soft to the touch.

He’s also kind and intelligent, his eyes are a beautiful shade of blue, a couple of hues lighter than mine, and he treats me like a princess. He doesn’t care that I’m two dress sizes larger than I was when we first met; that I’m an accountant, a career many people find boring; that I’m not trendy or fashionable. He loves me the way I am.

I share none of this with Azure. My best friend isn’t as lucky as I am. She doesn’t yet have a permanent guy. The two men in her bedroom are casual lays.

Azure claims that’s because she doesn’t believe in monogamy. I think it’s because she hasn’t found ‘the one.’

“It’s been almost two weeks, huh?” She arches one of her eyebrows.

“We’ve both been busy.” We’ve never gone this long without seeing each other. This frustrates me sexually but it doesn’t worry me. I know why we’ve been apart. “Edward is hustling for clients, trying to make partner. I had month-end.”

“Those are excuses.” Azure waves her right hand dismissively. “If he wanted to see you, he would.”

“He’s busy.” Securing our future, ensuring we never have to struggle for money like my parents did.

“No man is too busy for sex.” She destroys another cookie.

Her bedroom door opens before I think of a reply. Rohaan, one of her meditation buddies, struts out, wearing absolutely nothing. The man is short and round and hairy, his chest covered by a thick mat of fur, but he has a reason to be confident.

He’s packing. I’ve never seen a cock as long or as thick as the one he’s been blessed with. It’s semi-erect and bobs as he walks. It’s impossible to gaze away from it.

Azure turns her head and frowns at him. “What did I say about leaving Evan unsupervised?”

“Oh fuck.” Rohaan changes course without another word and strides back into the bedroom, shutting the door behind him.

I blink, trying to purge images of his humongous cock from my brain. “Do I want to know why Evan can’t be left unsupervised?” I look at Azure.


I wait. The expression on her face says she wants to tell me.

“Last time he was here, he stuck a curling iron up his ass.” She pauses. “While it was heated.”

“Ouch.” I wince. Then I think about this a little bit more. “Wait a minute.” Azure always allows her hair to dry naturally. “Do you own a curling iron?”


“Did he stick my curling iron up his ass?”

“Don’t worry.” She avoids my gaze. “He replaced it.”

I open my mouth and then close it again. With Azure, it’s sometimes best not to know the details.


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He wants one night. I want forever.

Hit it and quit it—that’s Smoke Sheridan’s relationship philosophy. The tall, dark, and dangerous club owner never spends more than one night with any woman. He seduces the broken-hearted, leaving them with smiles on their faces and a sexual confidence other men can’t resist.

I need his services.

My boyfriend of four years dumped me because I’m a lousy lay. Smoke can help me win him back, teach me how to make my man writhe in ecstasy. I’ll show him such bliss, he’ll bellow my name in the dark of the night, want me with an all-consuming desire.

This sounds like a great plan. Except I see the loneliness in Smoke’s eyes, feel the wistfulness in his touch, experience the wanting in his embrace. The player isn’t as shallow as he appears.

And I’ve never been good at letting go.

One And Done contains inappropriate humor, very bad pickup lines, a BBW heroine who doesn’t know what she’s doing and a player who thinks he does.
This is a standalone story.

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One response to “One And Done – First Scene”

  1. J Mason says:

    OMG> Laughing so hard…. Can’t breathe. Can’t wait.

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