City
Nights: One Night in Edinburgh
by Charlotte Howard (@Shy_Tiger)
Blurb:
Chloe
Shard has travelled to Edinburgh to
meet up with a potential client, and has just twenty-four hours to convince
them to sign her contract. But when she meets the delicious Ethan, he proves to
be so much more than an enticing distraction. It’s not long before Chloe has
some life changing decisions to make, and less than a day to make them in.
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Excerpt:
Chloe squeezed her eyes shut as the plane’s
wheels bumped along the tarmac, and her stomach lurched into her chest as the
brakes were applied. Her ears flooded with the sound of her own heart beating
louder than the squealing and screeching of the landing gear. Pressure built in
her cheeks as she clenched her teeth together.
The worst hour in her life was almost over.
“Welcome toEdinburgh ,” said the captain over the speaker system.
“We hope you had a pleasant journey and enjoyed the flight. Please remain
seated with your seat belts fastened until the light is turned off.”
A chuckle emanated from nearby. Chloe opened one eye and peered at the man in the seat across the aisle from her.
“You can breathe again,” he said in an American accent, flashing her a grin.
“I think I’ll wait until my feet are actually on the ground if it’s all the same to you,” she replied, leaning back into the headrest.
A loud ping was followed by a Mexican wave of clicking as the passengers released their seat belts and fought to get their bags and rush off the plane. Chloe undid her own belt then hurriedly squished herself into the seat as an oversized belly, violently stretching at a pale green shirt, began its invasion of her breathing space. Her shoulder was nudged as the impatient woman beside her stood up, hunching under the overhead compartment.
She waited for the plane to empty. The impatient woman started huffing and tutting. Chloe looked up apologetically, but was met with a hardened glare.
“Here,” said the man from opposite. She turned her gaze towards him and was grateful to see him holding back a herd of cattle desperate to depart. She drank him in for a second. He was broad enough to act as a barrier between her and the crowd. A very attractive barrier. From the way his T-shirt stretched over his biceps, she could tell that his width was certainly not due to being overweight. Ink spiralled around his skin from beneath the short sleeve, tracing down to his elbow.
“Thank you.” She stepped into the aisle. Immediately, the woman from beside her shoved herself through the gap, knocking Chloe into the man’s chest with an oof!
“I’m so sorry!” she said, stepping back and turning to the overhead compartments, feeling her cheeks heat. Her fingers tingled with the memory of his muscular chest beneath them.
The worst hour in her life was almost over.
“Welcome to
A chuckle emanated from nearby. Chloe opened one eye and peered at the man in the seat across the aisle from her.
“You can breathe again,” he said in an American accent, flashing her a grin.
“I think I’ll wait until my feet are actually on the ground if it’s all the same to you,” she replied, leaning back into the headrest.
A loud ping was followed by a Mexican wave of clicking as the passengers released their seat belts and fought to get their bags and rush off the plane. Chloe undid her own belt then hurriedly squished herself into the seat as an oversized belly, violently stretching at a pale green shirt, began its invasion of her breathing space. Her shoulder was nudged as the impatient woman beside her stood up, hunching under the overhead compartment.
She waited for the plane to empty. The impatient woman started huffing and tutting. Chloe looked up apologetically, but was met with a hardened glare.
“Here,” said the man from opposite. She turned her gaze towards him and was grateful to see him holding back a herd of cattle desperate to depart. She drank him in for a second. He was broad enough to act as a barrier between her and the crowd. A very attractive barrier. From the way his T-shirt stretched over his biceps, she could tell that his width was certainly not due to being overweight. Ink spiralled around his skin from beneath the short sleeve, tracing down to his elbow.
“Thank you.” She stepped into the aisle. Immediately, the woman from beside her shoved herself through the gap, knocking Chloe into the man’s chest with an oof!
“I’m so sorry!” she said, stepping back and turning to the overhead compartments, feeling her cheeks heat. Her fingers tingled with the memory of his muscular chest beneath them.
Author Bio:
British author Charlotte
Howard, was born in Oman and spent much of the first part of her life flitting between Oman , Scotland ,
and England . Now settled in Somerset , Charlotte lives with her husband, two children, and growing menagerie of
pets.
Her career as a writer
began at an early age, with a poem being featured in an anthology for the East
Midlands. Since then Charlotte has written many short stories and poems, and
finally wrote her first full-length piece of fiction in 2010.
During what little spare
time she has, Charlotte enjoys reading and writing (of course), spending time
with her family, and watching action movies whilst eating curry and drinking
tea.
Charlotte is an active
member of Yeovil Creative Writers.
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