The Ex Factor
1NS Series
Contemporary
About 10,200 words
Once half of the most powerful ‘it’ couple in Hollywood,
actress Susan Ainsley is tired of shallow guys or men who only want to bask in
her spotlight. When her ex can’t seem to stop trashing their relationship even
though he’s remarried, she looks to Madame Eve’s 1Night Stand service to help
her find a real partner.
Susan has starred in director Jared Thornwell’s dreams for
years. But after divorcing her cardboard husband, it seems she’s out on the
town with a new guy every other week. Jared wants nothing more than to be the
man who fulfills her dreams too,
but even with Madame Eve’s help, does he stand a chance with her for longer
than one night?
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Excerpt
Like something out
of a horror flick, the white rose advanced. So pure and delicate, its petals
caught the candlelight with a soft but brilliant glow. But how…? “How did you
get that?”
Amusement flickered
across his features. “I assure you, I didn’t sneak into anyone’s yard and snip
it.”
She glanced around.
“Was it already at the table when you sat down?”
“No, Susan.”
“You….” She must
seem an idiot, but she couldn’t fathom it. “You?” Her 1Night Stand date?
“Me,” he said
sheepishly.
“There’s been a
mistake.” Madame Eve’s first, apparently. And wow, what a doozy. “I specified a
date with a real person.”
Mirth practically
bubbled up. “I am a real person.”
“No, I meant, yes,
of course you’re a real person. But you’re a director. A world-famous
director.” About as far from ordinary as anyone could get.
“I’m still real.”
He held his arm out. “Want to pinch me?”
She gently shoved
it away. “No.”
He rose to a
crouch. “Maybe you’d rather pinch me somewhere else?” He swung his rear toward
her.
A chuckle escaped. Great butt. Tempting offer. She gestured
for him to sit. “No,” she whispered. “I’m simply explaining there’s been a
mistake. I have to text Madame Eve.” She whipped out her cell.
His hand enveloped
hers. “No, there hasn’t.”
Her shoulders
slumped in defeat. Oh, this poor man. If she wasn’t dead set on finding someone
who hated movies, she’d be tempted to—
He leaned across
the table, the white rose between them. “Madame Eve’s reputation remains
untarnished. She filled both our requests.”
Holy hell. He arranged a date, too.
