One Perfect Night

then again, in one perfect night."
    And later that night in his bed when he took her even higher than she’d been before and they flew together from peak to peak, she forgot to be afraid...because she didn’t need to be ever again.

    ~ THE END ~

    Rafe Sullivan's story— THE WAY YOU LOOK TONIGHT —is now available for your Kindle!

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    The Look of Love
    From This Moment On
    Can’t Help Falling In Love
    I Only Have Eyes For You
    If You Were Mine
    Let Me Be The One
    Come A Little Bit Closer
    Always On My Mind

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    Please enjoy the following excerpt from Rafe Sullivan's story, THE WAY YOU LOOK TONIGHT

    As a very successful private investigator who has caught most of the cheaters in Seattle with their pants down, Rafe Sullivan believes true, lasting love only happens once in a blue moon. Needing to get away from the city to clear his head, he finds the lake house where he spent the best summers of his life is now a wreck...but the sweet girl next door is all grown up and prettier than anything he’s ever seen.
    While Brooke Jansen is happy making and selling chocolate truffles in her small Pacific Northwest lake town, she secretly longs to experience something wild. So when her favorite “Wild Sullivan” moves in again next door after more than a decade away, and sparks fly between them, she can’t stop wondering if being bad is really as good as it always seemed...and just how long it will be before she can find out.
    But when their summer fling quickly spirals into deeper emotions than either of them were expecting, can they survive the heat between them? Or will Rafe make the biggest mistake of his life and end up losing the best thing that’s ever happened to him?

    Enjoy the following excerpt from THE WAY YOU LOOK TONIGHT...

    A lone man had just ridden up on his motorcycle, the ends of his dark hair whipping out from beneath his helmet.
    Now that, thought Brooke with immediate female appreciation, is what wild and free looks like.
    Her parents had taught her it wasn’t polite to stare, but she couldn’t remember why that admonition mattered as she watched the man pull off his helmet and run a large hand through his hair. She couldn’t see his face yet, but she didn’t need to see his features to know just how good looking he was. His shoulders were incredibly broad and even from a distance she could see how big—and how capable—his hands were where he gripped the handlebars.
    She was so busy reeling from a blast of pure lust for the stranger as he stepped away from his motorcycle that it took her a moment longer than it should have to realize that he wasn’t a stranger after all.
    “Rafe?” His name came out as little more than a stunned whisper. “Is that really you?”
    Her question was loud enough that he finally turned to face her. Only, instead of responding, he didn’t say a word, didn’t even move.
    All he did was stare, but it was okay because she was busy staring right back.
    People often said memories made things sweeter than they actually were. But Brooke now knew that wasn’t true at all. Not only had she not embellished how good looking Rafe Sullivan was over the years that they’d been apart, but, if anything, her recollections had sorely underplayed just how gorgeous he truly was.
    His hair was dark and just a little too long, his skin was tanned, his jaw was dark with stubble, and he was so big and tall that she knew she’d have to stand on her tippy-toes and wrap her arms around his neck to kiss him.
    The thought of doing something like that had her body instantly going warm all over despite the cool breeze. She’d been little more than a baby the first time she remembered setting eyes on Rafe, but even then, he’d stood out from the rest of his siblings as more fun. More daring. And infinitely more beautiful.
    When he still didn’t say anything, she took a step in his direction. “It’s me, Rafe. Brooke Jansen. Remember?”
    Finally, the intensity of his dark gaze shifted into one of recognition. “Little Brooke,” he said in a low voice that rippled over her, “how could I forget you?”
    She had spent far too many years squashing her wild impulses. But following a wild impulse wasn’t what sent her straight into the arms of her