Excerpt for If Only For a Night

"For you, from the gentleman at the end of the bar."

The server set the Chardonnay on the table next to the half-finished glass already there. This was the third such offering he'd delivered since her arrival half an hour ago, all from different men. She'd sent the others back.

From the corner booth of the dimly-lit hotel lounge, she had no trouble spying the man who'd sent the drink. She studied him while Frank Sinatra crooned a standard from hidden speakers.

He was decent looking, at a distance and in a stiff Wall Street-banker kind of way. His dark hair showed signs of receding, but didn't detract from the dimple-studded smile he flashed while toasting her with his own glass--a tumbler of something dark--and dipped his head toward her.

Then his gaze focused, intensified. Raw lust rode the spark of electricity he shot across the room. Like flint on tinder, desire flamed and spread. She fought for composure. So, it wasn't the wine or his adorable dimples or kind of sweet, boy-next-door smile that gave this man the edge over the others, it was the way her panties moistened after exchanging one look.

She tilted her head in acknowledgement and then turned away. "Please thank him for me," she told the waiter. He swept away the glass of wine she'd been nursing.

For a second, she worried what her children would think if they knew where she was and what she planned. Her palms sweated. She forced one hand down hard on the cloth-covered table and scraped the other on the pristine, white napkin draped over her lap. Then she forced away insecurity and uncertainty, along with thoughts of her kids, the expensive home, the luxury cars. Right now, she wasn't wife or mother; she was a woman on the prowl, looking for a night of tangled sheets and sweaty bodies. God knows, it had been a long time since her husband displayed the primitive need the stranger at the bar exhibited.

Maybe because they were strangers the night would reap more than an expensive glass of wine. With someone she would never see again, she might find the courage to ask for pleasures she longed to know. She needed this, the anticipation, the thrill of illicit desire. Even a tiny frisson of fear made her come alive. She yearned to feel like a woman again, if only for a night. Then maybe she'd gain her sanity and find a way out of the colorless world in which she found herself trapped. If she failed, she didn't think she could face the years ahead. She couldn't fail.

She wouldn't.

Reaching for the wine glass, she took a deep breath to ease the trembling of her fingers. Assuming a role, she leaned back against the padded banquette, sipping the Chardonnay with an unruffled air of superiority. She started counting. One…two…three…

She'd reached eight when a pair of expensive trousers entered her line of vision. They hung well, but didn't hide the powerful thighs beneath, or the stirring of something else.

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Reviews for If Only For a Night

"Ms. Knight ... leads us through emotions so profound the reader will find themselves feeling guilty. But the ending will bring a smile to your face and possibly a tear to your eye. I look forward to many more evenings spent with Ms. Knight." - 4 Cups, Liadan, Coffeetime Romance Reviews

"If you’re in the mood to read something short, sexy, and fulfilling, pick up Dee Knights’ If Only For a Night!" - Leigh Wyndfield, author of Dark Heat

"Hot, sexy, sensual and packed with emotion, If Only For A Night is one of my favorite Dee S. Knight stories!" - Jasmine Haynes, author of Somebody’s Lover

"... a wicked, memorable tale.... I'm not normally a fan of erotic stories because I prefer dynamic romance driving the sensuality. However, Knight's story allow[ed] me access to Jim and Mary's deeper feelings...

"Dee. S. Knight's 'If Only For a Night' offers good emotional tension and a satisfying end that will carry you through two pleasurable trips after reading it only once. Now that's luxury." - Romance Author Belinda Palmer

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