Sarah M. Anderson - His For One Night

“The first song I want to sing tonight is called ‘One Night Stand.’”

How fitting.

Flash Lawrence and Brooke Bonner’s fling burned hotter and faster than Flash’s temper. But when Brooke learned she was pregnant, staying away was her only option. The unpredictable rodeo star isn’t daddy material. But when Flash finds out the truth—forget it. There’s no denying their explosive chemistry. Nor will he let her deny him his child.

SARAH M. ANDERSONis happiest when writing. Her book A Man of Privilege won the 2012 RT Reviewers’ Choice Best Book Award. The Nanny Plan won the 2016 RITA® Award for Contemporary Romance: Short. Find out more about Sarah’s conversations with imaginary cowboys and billionaires at sarahmanderson.com, and sign up for the new-release newsletter at eepurl.com/nv39b.

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His for One Night

Sarah M. Anderson

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ISBN: 978-1-474-09224-1

HIS FOR ONE NIGHT

© 2019 Sarah M. Anderson

Published in Great Britain 2019

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To my mom.

Here’s to new beginnings and fresh starts!

Love you!

Contents

Cover

Back Cover Text

About the Author

Booklist

Title Page

Copyright

Dedication

One

Two

Three

Four

Five

Six

Seven

Eight

Nine

Ten

Eleven

Twelve

Thirteen

Fourteen

Fifteen

Sixteen

Seventeen

Eighteen

Nineteen

About the Publisher

One

“It’s a good crowd tonight,” Kyle Morgan said as he slipped down the narrow hallway that qualified as the backstage of the Bluebird Cafe in Nashville, Tennessee. He winked at Brooke Bonner. “But I don’t think any of them came for me.”

Brooke gave the older man a shaky smile but didn’t stop humming to herself. The Bluebird was usually full—it was a small space where songwriters and singers came to test out new material. She’d been coming here for a decade now—first as a patron, then as a performer. She hadn’t been back in almost a year and a half, though.

She hadn’t been anywhere since she’d had Bean.

This night marked the beginning of her official comeback. After almost seven months of what felt like house arrest, she was walking back into the spotlight.

She was done hiding.

Mostly done, anyway. No one but a few select people knew about James Frasier Bonner—who she still called Bean, even though he definitely had grown. At three months, Bean was already smiling and cooing at her.

He had his father’s smile.

Kyle wasn’t in the know about Bean. Which made Brooke feel bad because Kyle was almost a father figure to her. He’d been at the Bluebird for her very first show and had taught her more about songwriting than anyone else. At every step of Brooke’s journey from “girl with a guitar” to “country music phenomenon,” Kyle had been a cheerleader, giving her advice and gentle pushes forward.

“Missed seeing you around,” Kyle said. “Been quiet without you.”

If she could’ve picked a father, Kyle might’ve done the trick. Sadly, Crissy Bonner would never tell Brooke who’d sired her. And the fact that she was walking in her mother’s footsteps by keeping Bean’s father a secret was a huge problem for Brooke.

But what choice did she have?

She didn’t want to repeat the mistakes her mother had made. She wanted to do better.

But first, she had to get back out into the music scene.

Kyle’s smile crinkled the lines around his mouth. It was a damn shame he refused to even talk to Mom. They could’ve made a good couple, and Kyle was rocking a silver-fox thing. Plus, if Mom had had a boyfriend or a husband, it might’ve taken some of Crissy Bonner’s focus off Brooke. But the few times Brooke had managed to get them in the same room, the barely concealed hatred had been enough to crush any dreams of an instant family.

Of course, if Kyle and Crissy had hooked up, that might’ve meant Brooke wouldn’t have a Grammy and a couple of chart toppers to her name. And it also might’ve meant she’d never have performed at that All-Stars Rodeo where Flash Lawrence had been riding, which would’ve meant no Bean. And she loved her son with her whole heart.

“Does this show mean you’re off hiatus?” Kyle asked as he packed up his guitar.

“Yup. I’d been touring for almost four years straight before I hit big last year. It just wiped me out.”

That was the official position her record label and family had cooked up. Brooke had needed a break to work on her new material. There might have been something in there about resting her vocal cords, she couldn’t remember.

It’d all been a load of crap.

No one rested during the last three months of pregnancy. New mothers with fussy babies didn’t rest .