I love books that give you that warm fuzzy feeling when you are finished reading it. Her One Night Prince did that for me. It’s a book about a shy, reserved woman who takes care of her father and tries to convince herself she doesn’t have time for love. She’s heading back to her reunion and trying to find a nice gay man to take her. It just gets better from here. Silly situations ensue as she wants a man to take her to her reunion. She thinks he is gay but he’s actually straight and enjoying the friendship that blossoms. If you enjoy a good romantic story you’ll love this book. Make sure you check out, Her One Night Prince. You won’t be sorry you did.
Her One-Night Prince is a Cinderella story about a woman’s dream
to be something she’s not for just one night at her class reunion.
As all fairy tales go, however, happy endings don’t come easily.
Shy and sheltered Lydia St. Clair is uncomfortable around men, so
she advertises for a gay man to be her date and revamp her style.
Mitch Gannon answers Lydia’s ad and he’s perfect for the job–
he’s handsome and, even more important, he’s charming.
Unbeknownst to Lydia, Mitch is straight and answered the ad as
the unwitting victim of a practical joke. Before he can reveal the
truth, Lydia is convinced he’s her fairy godmother, ready to
transform her into the belle of the ball. And Mitch, prince that he
is, doesn’t have the heart to set her straight.
Excerpt from book.
With a firm hand against her upper back, Mitch propelled Lydia out of the bar and out the door.
She peered back through the windows and could just make out that waitress standing behind the bar and staring out at them.
“She’s beautiful,” she said, turning back to Mitch. Something about that woman signaled a déjà
vu of sorts in her mind, but she couldn’t quite put a finger on it.
“Who? Edwina?” He glanced into the pub. “Yeah, she is.”
Edwina’s showstopping figure and stunning looks caused Lydia to self-consciously smooth
back her boring, pulled-tight-into-a-bun-as-usual hair. She couldn’t imagine a woman like Edwina
ever advertising in the gay personals. She couldn’t imagine Edwina making a boob of herself by
assuming Mitch worked at a gay bar.
With the heel of her palm, she bonked herself in the side of the head a few times. “Just shoot
me, will you?”
Mitch pulled her hand away from her head. “You’re too hard on yourself, Lydia.”
For a moment she zeroed in on the feeling of his large, warm hand holding hers. It felt good,
like it belonged there, which was a crazy thought. Reality returned, and she pulled her hand from
“What in the world was I thinking?” she asked. Her skin burned from embarrassment, or the
heat of summer, or his touch…or all the above.
“It’s understandable you’d assume I worked at a gay bar. I mean, you think I…er…”
She waved her hand back and forth. “No, no. That was just plain stupidity. What I meant was,
I had this grand notion of you helping me out and transforming me into the belle of the ball. You know, Queer Eye my style or something.” She wrapped her arms around herself despite the warm
air and strode down the alley. If a sinkhole opened up in front of her, she’d gladly fall into it.
He jogged up beside her as they reached the sidewalk. “I don’t know about the clothing and
hair stuff,” he said, “but I could certainly give you advice on men.” He cleared his throat and
coughed. “I mean, since I’m a, ah, man.”
“That’s okay. It was a dumb idea. Besides, I don’t want advice on men. It would be pointless.”
She pulled black-framed sunglasses from her purse and exchanged them for her regular glasses to
block the blinding glare off the sidewalk.
Mitch didn’t respond right away, so she knew he silently agreed with her. Finally, he
asked, “Why would it be pointless?”
She had about a million reasons. “It just would be.”
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About the author
Rebecca Clark has wanted to write romance novels since she read
her first Harlequin Romance at age 11. When she’s not writing, she
works as a personal fitness trainer and group exercise instructor,
where she teaches Pilates, Turbokick®, Zumba®, and yoga. She
makes her home in the Pacific Northwest with her husband of 24
years, two kids, a German Shepherd beast who thinks he’s a lap
dog, two cats, two rats and a gecko. In her not-so-abundant free
time, Rebecca enjoys reading, watching Criminal Minds reruns on
TV, and doing absolutely nothing.
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