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Released: January 2015
ISBN: 9781311466341
ASIN: B00RY328RY
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ONE NIGHT IN MADRID
Series: City Nights, #8
Author: J.D. Martins
Length: Novella
Genre: Erotic Romance
Price: $2.99

Danny left Dublin for Madrid two years ago, but still scans the crowd in the Irish pubs for the face of someone from home. Though doubtful he'll ever recognise anybody, one evening he sees Aisling, a girl he'd known - or wished he'd known - at university. Beautiful but haughty, she'd always ignored Danny, and though he'd fantasised about making love to her, she'd never so much as smiled at him.

To his amazement, Aisling is extremely friendly when she meets him all these years later and away from home. She is still snobby and condescending, but Danny decides to make her night as enjoyable as he can, hoping for one last chance to impress her and make his teenage fantasies come true. As the sultry Madrid night progresses, mere lust grows into affection, and Danny begins to see her snobbery as something else entirely. Will Aisling see Danny as more than just a way to pass her night in Madrid?

10% of the author's royalties will be donated to WWF, the World Wildlife Fund.

Excerpt
Draining the glass, Danny placed it on the bar, debating whether to have another pint, or stroll home and have a glass of wine while he prepared dinner. The plan was just one pint, but he needed to tell himself that twice; once when he went into the bar and again when he'd finished the drink. He knew if he did have a second pint the hunger might go off him, and he might get chatting to someone. Then he'd end up with a kebab on the way home instead of the chicken curry for which he'd ingredients waiting in his kitchen.
And then he saw her.

She stood quite near, surrounded by a tight knot of people at the edge of the dance floor that had parted momentarily. She wore a cotton summer dress that showed the sweep of her shoulder blades and spine. The dress was floral, red with splashes of black and dark blue. She wore soft brown leather sandals that were almost invisible against her tanned feet. Her toenails were painted red, but her fingernails were French polished. A silver or white-gold bracelet hung from her right wrist, and on her left she wore a silver wristwatch, which a discreet look later told him was a Patek Philippe. In her ears, she had diamond stud earrings, and on the ring finger of her right hand was a silver ring with a blue stone he couldn't identify.

He didn't see her face straight away, yet something deep inside him said it had to be her.

In college, he'd often stared at this girl's long blonde hair from a few seats behind in the lecture theatre, while far below them a maths professor droned on about matrices. He knew the shape of her head and neck, had observed her tie up that hair, amazed at the beauty of the fine, straight filaments, the way the strands slid like silk over one another, yet held as one tight rope. When she was an infant her mother had clearly decided ever cutting such hair would be a sin, and she’d concurred. She plaited it, put it in a ponytail, tied it up around a clip made of what seemed to Danny like a piece of wood and two chopsticks, or simply a spare pencil. Sometimes it splayed out across her shoulders like a cascade of spun gold. Now it was pulled up in a silver clasp, to reveal the nape of a long, fine neck, and soft-skinned shoulders.

Those shoulders had been bared before, in a hot September of their freshman year, and later, during the intense study month when the cherry blossoms bloomed and fell across the lawns of campus. Danny had fantasised about slipping off that shoulder strap, letting the silky string fall down her arm, trailing his fingers along her collarbone and ribs and pushing aside the top to expose her breasts. They'd be in a quiet aisle of the library, between leather-bound journals on archaeology or Greek architecture, which nobody referenced anymore and were only visited once a week when the librarians dusted. The tall volumes would shield them from the view of other students researching papers or studying for finals.

What the reviewers are saying
Hot!!!
Hot hot hot! Just wow! Im not much for this type of read but this kept my attention. I loved the characters Danny and Aisling. I liked how we the readers were learning about them as individuals and together. I love how Martins vivid descriptions let the reader in and truly see whats going on. ~ minde1397, Amazon

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Listed as erotic romance this novella definitely meets the criteria with its hot steamy love scenes. The writing is exquisite with detail given of the backstory and characters as well as the city of Madrid. Danny and Aisling may have been in a class together on the same campus in college but their one night in Madrid takes place years later and on more of an equal footing. I loved reading about the nightlife in Madrid, the way Danny was thinking as he moved from his original beliefs regarding Aisling to more informed ones and about the growing interaction and rapport developing between the two. The ending was a surprise and put a smile on my face. ~ Cathy Geha, Goodreads

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The quality of writing is wonderful in this novel. JD Martins lets you in via his descriptions to allow the reader to learn about the main characters. ~ Alicia, Goodreads

 

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