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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.<\/p>\n

Book Blurb<\/p>\n

Her One-Night Prince is a Cinderella story about a woman\u2019s dream
to be something she\u2019s not for just one night at her class reunion.
As all fairy tales go, however, happy endings don\u2019t come easily.<\/p>\n

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\u2019s ad and he\u2019s perfect for the job–
he\u2019s handsome and, even more important, he\u2019s charming.<\/p>\n

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\u2019s her fairy godmother, ready to
transform her into the belle of the ball. And Mitch, prince that he
is, doesn\u2019t have the heart to set her straight.<\/p>\n

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.<\/p>\n

\u201cShe\u2019s beautiful,\u201d she said, turning back to Mitch. Something about that woman signaled a d\u00e9j\u00e0
vu of sorts in her mind, but she couldn\u2019t quite put a finger on it.<\/p>\n

\u201cWho? Edwina?\u201d He glanced into the pub. \u201cYeah, she is.\u201d<\/p>\n

Edwina\u2019s showstopping figure and stunning looks caused Lydia to self-consciously smooth
back her boring, pulled-tight-into-a-bun-as-usual hair. She couldn\u2019t imagine a woman like Edwina
ever advertising in the gay personals. She couldn\u2019t imagine Edwina making a boob of herself by
assuming Mitch worked at a gay bar.<\/p>\n

With the heel of her palm, she bonked herself in the side of the head a few times. \u201cJust shoot
me, will you?\u201d<\/p>\n

Mitch pulled her hand away from her head. \u201cYou\u2019re too hard on yourself, Lydia.\u201d<\/p>\n

For a moment she zeroed in on the feeling of his large, warm hand holding hers. It felt good,<\/p>\n

like it belonged there, which was a crazy thought. Reality returned, and she pulled her hand from
his grasp.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat in the world was I thinking?\u201d she asked. Her skin burned from embarrassment, or the
heat of summer, or his touch\u2026or all the above.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s understandable you\u2019d assume I worked at a gay bar. I mean, you think I\u2026er\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

She waved her hand back and forth. \u201cNo, 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.\u201d 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\u2019d gladly fall into it.<\/p>\n

He jogged up beside her as they reached the sidewalk. \u201cI don\u2019t know about the clothing and
hair stuff,\u201d he said, \u201cbut I could certainly give you advice on men.\u201d He cleared his throat and
coughed. \u201cI mean, since I\u2019m a, ah, man.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s okay. It was a dumb idea. Besides, I don\u2019t want advice on men. It would be pointless.\u201d
She pulled black-framed sunglasses from her purse and exchanged them for her regular glasses to
block the blinding glare off the sidewalk.<\/p>\n

Mitch didn\u2019t respond right away, so she knew he silently agreed with her. Finally, he
asked, \u201cWhy would it be pointless?\u201d<\/p>\n

She had about a million reasons. \u201cIt just would be.\u201d<\/p>\n

Places to buy:<\/p>\n

Bookstrand – http:\/\/www.bookstrand.com\/her-one-night-prince
Amazon – http:\/\/tinyurl.com\/6u2sec4
Barnes & Noble – http:\/\/tinyurl.com\/7m8y8wz<\/p>\n

About the author
Rebecca Clark has wanted to write romance novels since she read
her first Harlequin Romance at age 11. When she\u2019s not writing, she
works as a personal fitness trainer and group exercise instructor,
where she teaches Pilates, Turbokick\u00ae, Zumba\u00ae, 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\u2019s 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.<\/p>\n

http:\/\/rebeccajclark.com
http:\/\/rebeccajclark.blogspot.com
http:\/\/shywriters.blogspot.com
https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/#!\/rebeccajclark.author
Twitter @rebeccajclark<\/p>\n

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