She’s going to take her life back…one sizzling night at a time!
It used to be Nicky Sinclair’s nightmares that kept her up all night; those 3:00 a.m. silences were her worst enemy. So now she’s following doctor’s orders—rest, relaxation and plenty of therapeutic Spanish sunshine.
Only she hasn’t counted on sharing her tranquil retreat with her best friend’s brother, Rafael, whose presence is anything but peaceful! With his beguiling eyes and smoldering smile, he quickly becomes a very welcome distraction. After all, if she’s struggling to sleep, why not find something else to do with her time…?
“So what plans do you have next?”
He asked the question ignoring the little voice inside his head demanding to know where he thought he was going with this, because she might not really be over it and she might need looking after, but he definitely wasn’t the sort of person who should be getting involved.
She lifted her eyebrows. “You mean beyond some more of that lovely, restorative sex?”
“Beyond that.”
She blinked and shrugged. “I don’t know. I’m not very good at living beyond the present.”
“Well, I’m at a loose end… You’re at a loose end… What would you say to tying our loose ends together for a while?”
She lifted her eyebrows then grinned. “I’d say does that line really work?”
Rafael frowned because oddly enough it hadn’t been a line. “I have no idea. You tell me.”
Dear Reader,
Ah, southern Spain… What is it about that part of the country that’s so enthralling? Is it the sultry strains of the Spanish guitar drifting through the breeze of a warm summer’s night? The gunfire tap of a flamenco dancer’s heels on the dusty floorboards of a dark, crowded bar? The desert-dry sherry and the mouthwatering tapas? Or is it the tall, dark, handsome men?
I’ve been living and working in the southwest corner of Andalusia since 2005 and I’ve come to think it’s all of that (and much, much more).
As, eventually, does Nicky Sinclair, the heroine of One More Sleepless Night. Okay, so in the beginning she’s in too much of a mess to appreciate all the charms of Andalusia, but as she begins to sort herself out she finds herself succumbing. And she might be in too much of a mess initially to appreciate the considerable charms of Rafael Montero (one of the aforementioned tall, dark and handsome Spaniards), but in the end she finds herself succumbing to those, as well!
I loved being able to draw on such local inspiration for the setting of this story and letting my imagination work with the wonderful smells, sights and sounds of the place I call home.
What’s even more exciting is that this is my first book for Harlequin KISS, a line so contemporary, fun and sassy I can’t wait to write more! I do hope you enjoy reading it.
x Lucy
One More
Sleepless Night
Lucy King
ABOUT LUCY KING
Lucy King spent her formative years lost in the world of romance novels when she really ought to have been paying attention to her teachers. Up against sparkling heroines, gorgeous heroes and the magic of falling in love, trigonometry and ablative absolutes didn’t stand a chance.
But as she couldn’t live in a dream world forever, she eventually acquired a degree in languages and an eclectic collection of jobs. A stroll to the River Thames one Saturday morning led her to her very own hero. The minute she laid eyes on the hunky rower getting out of a boat, clad only in Lycra and carrying a three-meter oar as if it was a toothpick, she knew she’d met the man she was going to marry. Luckily the rower thought the same.
She will always be grateful to whatever it was that made her stop dithering and actually sit down to type Chapter One, because dreaming up her own sparkling heroines and gorgeous heroes is pretty much her idea of the perfect job.
Originally a Londoner, Lucy now lives in Spain, where she spends much of the time reading, failing to finish cryptic crosswords and trying to convince herself that lying on the beach really is the best way to work. Visit her at www.lucykingbooks.com.
This and other titles by Lucy King are available in ebook format—check out www.millsandboon.co.uk
For Emma
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There was someone in the house.
With the slam of the front door ringing in her ears, Nicky sat bolt upright
