An Early Check-In...
Release news and an extended sneak peek at Spend the Night Episode 1!
So, the official release date for the first episode of Spend The Night was not supposed to release until Tuesday, but I may have had a quick trigger finger on the uploading! STN is live on Amazon and Barnes and Noble (links below). I hope you all enjoy the first installment of this romantic suspense serial. The Wellesley-Crawford Hotel's cast of characters have been in my head for a very long time and I'm excited for you to all meet them!
Still not sure how you feel about serials? Here is an extended sneak peek at Spend the Night!
I wasn't sure how I had ended up in a dark stairwell with a stranger. His body was so close to mine—his hands, his mouth, all of it—I doubted if I'd be able to remember every single detail, but I sure as hell didn't want to forget it.
The memory of the evening flashed in my mind as his soft, warm lips crashed against mine. I’d gone to the hotel’s Annual Masquerade Gala as I did every year— socializing, laughing, dancing, and, possibly, overindulging on the champagne—something I never did. But, that night was special. That night was the first night that I finally felt like I was ready to fulfill my family's legacy. I was ready to run The Wellesley-Crawford Hotel.
I was having a fabulous time when the thunderstorm that was currently ripping through the area knocked out all of the electricity. The crowd had begun racing to the dimly lit exit signs in mass panic.
Somehow, in the darkness and chaos, he’d found me. I couldn't be sure if he was the man whom I'd just flirted with or if it was someone else entirely. It really could have been anyone. As irrational as it seemed, I didn't care. I deserved a night of wild night of fun, or at least that's what my friends had insisted.
“You work so hard, Hannah. You deserve to have a good time,” they had said, replacing my empty glass with a full one. I was way past my normal three drink max, but I was having the time of my life. The hours of hard work and dedication that I put into my family's hotel had finally paid off. I did deserve to have a good time.
The frivolity of it all quickly turned to something else when the lights went off and he approached me. He tempted me with danger and intrigue and I accepted. Something I thought I'd never admit. It started with a hand on the small of my back as he guided me through the crowd and down a dimly lit hallway to the stairwell farthest from the party.
The aura of mystery surrounding the entire situation made my heart race. It may have been illogical and reckless, but I'd been so consumed with the desire to follow him, that I’d acted on impulse and let the masked man lead me wherever it was we were going. Perhaps, it was the champagne that had lowered my inhibitions, but it seemed to be something more. A driving force deep within me that told me going with him was safe, and even if it wasn't, it would be worth the risk.
“Who are you?” I’d asked while being pulled in close behind him. “Where are we going?”
His answer was nothing more than a sexy, rough whisper, “You ask too many questions, Hannah.”
The fact that he knew my name instilled a false sense of trust and I continued to let him guide me to his intended destination. Down the empty hallways of The Wellesley-Crawford Hotel, through a service door, to an often forgotten set of stairs that the staff used to navigate the hotel, hidden from the guests’ view. I lived and worked at The WC and even I had to think hard about exactly where we were.
I tried to identify him with the help of the glow from the emergency lights but it was impossible to see his face clearly. The mask he was wearing from the party hid it too well and he never looked in my direction long enough for me to make out his features. Instead he moved ahead quickly and with a sense of purpose.
The firm grasp he had on my hand was warm and exciting. Strangely, it made me feel safe and not at all threatened. His kiss was as motivated as his touch. I knew what he wanted with me. It was the exact same thing I wanted from him.
He had to be somewhat familiar with the hotel to know that this stairwell would be empty—that it was out of the way and often unused—but I didn't have time to think about that as his hand slipped up my thigh and underneath the black cocktail dress I was wearing. His nimble fingers quickly grabbed the edge of my panties, ripping them from my body, and ripping all logical thoughts from my head. I knew in that moment exactly what was going to happen between us, and for once in my life I let go of my inhibitions. .
“Tell me what you want, Hannah,” he insisted, his voice a throaty whisper of desperation. The soft and harsh of his voice made it impossible to recognize. Even if I'd met him before, standing there in the dark, I had no idea who he was.
His fingers slicked through my wetness. A cry escaped my lips as I let my head fall back against the wall. I could barely make out his silhouette but I could feel him all over me. His mouth traced a path down my neck to the top of my cleavage. “Tell me,” he commanded again, pulling the material of my slinky black dress down to reveal my breasts.
“I-I want…you,” I said, breathlessly, fighting back every urge I had, to say that this was wrong. I’d never been the kind of girl that randomly hooked up with guys I barely knew. Hell, I didn’t even hook up with guys I knew nearly every detail about. But somehow the mystery of the masquerade ball and the dangerous undercurrent of a thunderstorm had intoxicated me. My head swam with the sensation of him touching me, of the pleasure rippling through my body—a body that hadn't felt pleasure like this in a long time, or maybe ever.
He didn't give me time to reconsider. He worked his mouth over the swells of my breasts as I heard the faint pull of his zipper.
I was pinned between the cool concrete wall of the stairwell and his muscular frame. His mouth returned to mine, consuming me and my will to stop him. Slowly leading his tongue over my lips with a familiar knowledge that left me with no regrets about the decision to allow this stranger to possess me in the way he was. He pressed in closer, filling any gaps between us perfectly.
My body surrendered. I detected the tear of a condom wrapper and had to admire his thoughtfulness. My mind was about as far from consequence as it could be. His hands dipped to the apex of my thighs and I felt the tip of his hard cock tease my entrance.
“Hannah,” he breathed, the only request for permission he’d be making.
“Yes,” I rasped out just before he thrust into me. My fingers ached from gripping his shoulders so tightly, but it was a delicious ache. I let him take me in the dark to a place that I'd only dreamed about—a place where two people were able to physically connect in a way that was beyond explanation, one where there was no right or wrong or socially accepted norm.
A wicked crack of thunder reverberated through the walls of the old hotel while the mysterious stranger shook me to my core.
“You're all I ever wanted,” he whispered, intensifying the notion that what was happening between us was more than just a chance encounter between strangers fueled by desire and the excitement of it all.
We panted and inhaled desperate breaths, breathing together as he rocked into me, and it was the most intense and satisfying experience of my life.
An experience that I feared would consume me in more ways than one.
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