**Specially Priced at .99 for a limited time** Just One Night from NY Times and USA Today Bestseller Caridad Pineiro
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He has just one night to prove to her that anything is possible . . .
Jason Hart, Jase to his friends, has just graduated college and earned his commission as a Second Lieutenant in the Marine Corps. It's the night of the graduation party and she'll be there. His best friend's slightly older sister, Nickie. Nickie is the only woman he's really wanted for a long time. He has just one night to make it happen.
She has just one night before the man of her dreams leaves, maybe forever, but can she find the courage to take a chance . . .
Nicole de Salvo has been in love – and lust – for her little brother’s best friend for years. For years she’s watched from afar and done nothing about her attraction for Jason Hart only now their time together is almost at an end. On their last night together will she find the courage to do something about her feelings, or will she live with regret for the rest of her life?
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“What's up, Jase? Why did you almost drag me out of the party?” she asked and leaned against one of the thick pilings for the boardwalk.
He braced his forearm just above her head on the support and shifted until her warm breath spilled against his face. She smelled of something flowery and of Nicole and he inhaled deeply to memorize that aroma.
With his free hand, he brushed away a windblown lock of her hair and then skimmed his fingers down her smooth cheek. She trembled beneath his touch and he hardened as he imagined how smooth the rest of her skin would be and how she would shiver against him while they made love.
“I want you, Nickie.”
Her eyes widened in surprise and the words rushed from her. “Hell no. I don't believe you.”
“Believe it, Nickie. I’ve wanted you for a long time,” he said and moved ever closer until his body was pressed to hers.
At that touch, she sucked in a shaky breath and closed her eyes. In a husky voice she said, “Don't play with me, Jase.”
He chuckled and her eyes snapped open to meet his gaze. “Babe, I am so not playing with you. At least not yet,” he said and dropped his hand to trace the rounded swells of her breasts visible above the bodice of her killer dress. It was the kind of dress that invited him to touch and to see.