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Rachael Stewart 5*#Review- Mr One-Night Stand- #DAREblogtour- @MillsandBoon @rach_b52 #DoYouDare

One night only. 
Just think of the possibilities

The second she sees Mr Oh-So-Delicious, Jennifer Hayes knows she needs one night of crazy. No names, no strings, no rules. Except that Jennifer’s naughty one-nighter is actually Marcus Wright—her new business partner! Now they’re mixing business with all kinds of pleasure. But when it comes to falling in love her sexy Mr Wright is either Mr Wrong or the best mistake of her life…

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I received a copy of this book from Mills&Boon via NetGalley in return for an honest review.

My Thoughts…

#Dare books always score top marks for hot and steamy romance and uber glamorous couples, but sometimes its hard to believe the situations they find themselves in. ‘Mr One-Night Stand’ creates the right set of circumstances for it to be believable, and that makes it so enjoyable to read.

Marcus is losing patience waiting for a business client, Jennifer is at her wits end with her business partner, who is late for a meeting. Neither are looking for the instant sexual attraction they experience as they lay eyes on each other. The quick progression of their encounter works, they are confident in all their abilities and used to getting what they want. They both know the rules but they are about to find out that no strings sex, doesn’t always come without complications.

The hot, sensual romance is well-written, but the one-night stand is not what it seems, and leads to both business and personal complications for the power couple. Marcus is running scared from love, it makes you weak and he can’t take the risk. Jennifer hasn’t time for love her commitments are too great.

The gradual realisation that they’re in too deep is fun to read, and you have to empathise. The conflicts they face are realistic but so worth the pain. The ending is worthy of such a deserving couple. Loved it!

Extract

CHAPTER ONE

Patience—he wasn’t known for it. Why should he be when he’d worked his entire life to ensure he got everything he wanted when he wanted it?

Flicking his wrist, he checked the time. Eight twenty-five.

Where the hell were they?

If being late was a last-ditch attempt at angling for more money, then Tony Andrews was an even bigger fool than Marcus had had him pegged for.

He waved away the approaching waitress who was eyeing his empty glass. He’d already indulged in a whisky and filled his one-drink-while-on-business quota. He wasn’t fool enough to indulge in more. Although the girl’s perfect parting pout made clear that it wasn’t just a drink being offered.

Not tonight. He smiled back.

He might be considered an arrogant ass by many, but no one could accuse him of lacking in manners.

Even his questionable childhood hadn’t beaten those out of him—much as his father might have tried.

It was hardly her fault he wasn’t up for it. She had appeal aplenty if surgically enhanced assets and peroxide hair were your thing.

But tonight was about work.

And work was work.

Sex was sex.

Never should the two be mixed. Not if you wanted to stay focused and come out on top.

He watched as she weaved her way back through the intimate arrangement of tables, breaking his gaze to scan again the people occupying the circular floor space of the exclusive rooftop venue. Andrews had chosen it for convenience, it being located only two

blocks down from his London HQ.

Very convenient for Andrews—not so sodding convenient for him. He rolled his shoulders and rechecked his watch.

What the hell was he doing?

He should’ve left ten minutes after the hour, not

sat there like some obedient monkey.

But then, he wasn’t there simply to catch up with

the man he was in the process of buying out. He was

there to be introduced to Andrews’ business partner—

soon-to-be his partner—Jennifer Hayes, before they

signed on the dotted line.

Not that the introduction would make any difference;

the deal was as good as done. But professional courtesy made him stay. That and the fact he was curious to meet her—the exec who’d turned a business into the largest successful start-up the industry

had seen in years.

He was convinced Andrews hadn’t been responsible for it. It was a wonder the man could still see straight, with his mounting gambling debts and outside work attentions. And then there was the drink problem. No one had confirmed it, but Marcus was sure he had one. He knew the signs well enough, thanks to dear old Dad.

So, yes, he doubted Andrews had done a full day’s work in years—and that meant one thing: Miss Hayes was the one carrying the company; she was the one he was effectively buying into.

He’d read her profile, noticeably devoid of any pictures, and figured her to be late thirties, early forties. A woman with shrewd business acumen, a bearing that bordered on cold, and a definite force in the boardroom—all of which he’d respect her for. So long as they were on the same page.

It intrigued him that he hadn’t come across any pictures. Not even a professionally enhanced shot used to support all those public accolades. Maybe she didn’t go in for that kind of vanity. Or maybe Andrews did all that for her. He was certainly everywhere. Even the

Forbes article he’d thrust into his hands at a charity auction last month, when he’d put forward his proposition, had highlighted the success of the business but featured Andrews alone, his greased back hair and cocky grin filling half the page.

The memory of that expression goaded Marcus

further now as he waited and waited, fingers drumming on the tabletop, his patience hitting breaking point.

Seriously—enough was enough. The papers would

be taken care of in less than twenty-four hours regardless. He might as well meet her then.

Tugging at the cuffs of his shirt, he made to stand

up just as the cables of the glass elevator started to

shift. New arrivals?

He settled back and waited for them to come

into view.

It wasn’t Andrews. That was immediately obvious.

The small, balding lift attendant was being dwarfed by a statuesque redhead who made even the impressive lift look small. He wasn’t the only one noticing either. Her hair was pulling every eye in the room. Its cascading waves ran down her back, glinting in the ambient light, impossible to ignore.

Its dramatic colour was a striking contrast to the black dress that clung to her curves before halting modestly at the knee. His gaze dropped lower still, to her exposed calves, to the subtle shimmer that teased with the possibility of stockings. And then came her shoes, her severe black stilettos…

Heat assaulted his groin.

Fuck me.

He wasn’t going anywhere. Not just yet. Andrews could have the extra time for free

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