"This is a touching story that will have the reader tearing up at the heartfelt emotion from each of the characters."

4 stars, Dawn Crowne
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Juggling life as a stand-in-mum, Grace is already under fire before meeting new boss Brent Cartwright. Brent’s the ex who has always held more of her heart than she’d ever want him to know.

As impossible as he was to forget, Brent is now even harder to resist! Dare she dream of one last night with him…

  What the hell was he doing? Making out in a car with Grace like a horny teenager while her sister’s bereaved kids were asleep in the house.
    Grace, who hadn’t wanted him twenty years ago and certainly didn’t have time for him in her life now.
    Other than a quickie in the back of a car.
    “Are you okay?” she whispered stroking her hand against him again. Once, twice, three times.
    Brent fought the urge to let his eyes roll back in his head, to push himself further into her palm, to rock his hips.
    “Wait,” he said. “Just wait.”
    He placed his forehead on her chest, trying to think over the roar of his pulse and the gasp of his breath as he fought to get more oxygen into his lungs.
    Grace, still dazed and foggy, her own pulse loud in her ears, her breath ragged, struggled to understand his command.
    She fought the whimper that rose in her throat.
    What? No. She moved her hand again.
    Brent squeezed his eyes shut tight. “No.” He angled his hips away, dislodging her hand, breathing hard into her chest.
    They lay there for a moment or two longer before Brent eased back, bending his knees lifting himself off her. Grace, stunned at the sudden turnaround, fixed her bra, pulled her shirt down, drew her legs up and swung them round until she was sitting where moments ago her head had been.
    She ran a shaky hand through her hair as Brent sat on the seat next to her and retrieved his shirt from the floor. Her face was still flushed, hot. She was still burning up, still hot for him everywhere.
    “I’m sorry,” he said as he pulled his shirt back over his head.
    Grace dragged in a breath. “It’s fine.”
    Brent raked a hand through his hair. “I can’t...do this with you again.”
    Grace felt her second rejection tonight like a sledgehammer to her heart. Even though she knew he was right. Knew stopping what had just happened had been the best move. Even if her body did feel like it had been denied something it had been craving for twenty years.
    “I know.”
    Damn it, why was she being so bloody reasonable when he wanted to smash things? They could have been doing this for the last twenty years. They’d had something good and she’d ruined it.
    “You can’t just waltz back into my life and expect to pick up where we left off, Grace.” He wasn’t sure if he was saying it for her or for his benefit.
    She placed her forehead against the seat back. “I don’t.”
    Brent glanced at her sharply. “Yeah, well it sure didn’t feel like it just now.”
    “Hey.” Her head snapped up and she glared at him. “You kissed me.”
    Brent glared back, his breath sawing in and out of his lungs. She was right. He was angrier with himself than with her. It was just easier to blame her then take responsibility.
    He sighed throwing himself back against the car seat. “I’m sorry. I’m just...I hate how you still get under my skin. I wish I still didn’t...want you so much.”
The trouble with temptation!

From "JUST ONE LAST NIGHT..." by Amy Andrews
Mills and Boon® Medical Romance™ July 2011
ISBN: 978-0-263-21907-4 Copyright: © 2011 Amy Andrews
® and ™ are trademarks of the publisher. The edition published by arrangement with Harlequin Books S.A.  For more romance information surf to: http://www.eHarlequin.com
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