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    Next Weekend

    By H. K. Carlton

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    Miranda and Jordan Lang cordially invite you to their divorce...

    Jordie is not completely surprised when Miranda suggests they separate. Their marriage had been deteriorating from the moment they took their vows. Although heartbroken things didn’t work out with the woman he expected to spend the rest of his life with, he doesn’t contest her decision.

    The only thing holding up the final divorce decree is the sale of their get-away cabin. In a weak moment, Miranda heads there for the weekend knowing full well that Jordie will also be there. Accidentally—on purpose, she seduces him and leaves an open invitation for another naughty weekender.

    But the next time they meet, Jordie’s anger over the entire situation has kicked in and he finds himself being rough and commanding with her. And even more surprising, his ex likes it.

    Follow Jordie as he finds and embraces his dominant side and Miranda her submissive self. Will it be enough to save their doomed relationship or will the issues that drove them apart remain more than they can overcome?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherEvernight Publishing
    Release dateJan 26, 2015
    ISBN9781772332025
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      Next Weekend - H. K. Carlton

      Published by Evernight Publishing ® at Smashwords

      www.evernightpublishing.com

      Copyright© 2015 H.K. Carlton

      ISBN: 978-1-77233-202-5

      Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

      Editor: Jessica Ruth

      ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

      WARNING: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews.

      This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

      DEDICATION

      I'd like to dedicate Next Weekend to Kayla Lords. Thank you for the inspiration and for our weekly Monday morning meetings. :)

      Here's to many more! Cheers!

      NEXT WEEKEND

      Romance on the Go

      H.K. Carlton

      Copyright © 2015

      Chapter One

      Miranda Lang stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel from the rack. The cloth was a little small but would have to do. The cabin certainly wasn’t stocked the way it once had been. But she’d known the conditions when she’d decided to make a hasty trip out to the woods. She’d packed only the essentials. Some food, a little wine, and a change of clothes. The amenities weren’t important. Getting out of the city and away from the responsibilities of work was too enticing a proposition to pass up. Even if just for a short time. No Internet. Intermittent cell signals at best. The office wouldn’t be able to reach her even if they tried. Nor would anybody else, for that matter. Not that Jordan would have tried to reach her, anyway. Miranda frowned, but forced herself to take a deep breath. Yeah, a break from everything was just what she needed.

      She’d forgotten to turn on the fan. The tiny room had filled with steam. She swiped her fingers across the glass and stared at her reflection in the mirror. Reaching up, she was about to release the sloppy bun she’d fashioned to keep her hair dry. Ahh, fuck it, she mumbled and left it. There was no one around to see her anyway.

      Pulling on a clean pair of plain white panties, she was about to don the t-shirt she’d brought into the bathroom with her, when she spied her ex-husband’s dress shirt hanging from the hook on the back of the bathroom door. Almost reverently she took it down and held it to her nose. The familiar spicy masculine scent brought tears to her eyes. The emptiness she’d been trying to suppress for weeks finally took a firm hold.

      Maybe coming here of all places wasn’t a good idea after all. Some of the best memories she had of her defunct marriage, happened here, in the cabin. She wiped her cheeks, then pulled Jordie’s shirt on. Leaving it unbuttoned, she made her way out to the living area.

      Miranda poured herself another glass of red wine. The second since she’d arrived. She took a big sip, then set the glass down. It was helping her relax, warming her and working out some more of the kinks the hot shower hadn’t. Maybe a few more glasses and she’d actually sleep an entire night through. Sleeping alone again was taking some getting used to. But there was a lot of readjusting to single-life she hadn’t anticipated.

      The silence was beginning to get to her. It did at home, too, alone in her apartment. She flicked on the sound system, turning it low, just needing that bit of noise to ease her restlessness.

      The fireplace

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