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    The Virgin's Night Out
    The Virgin's Night Out
    The Virgin's Night Out
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    The Virgin's Night Out

    By Shiloh Walker

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    Sloane Redding is the shy one, the timid one. The morning of her wedding, she's dumped by the man she'd thought she'd spend the rest of her life with. Humiliated, she turns tail and runs, leaving Nowhere, Alabama for a job in the city. Sloane sets out to remake herself. She succeeds...on the outside. On the inside? Different story. She still the shy Redding. Still quiet, still more interested in standing on the standlines. But all of that is about to change.
    The night before her brother's wedding, she strolls in the lone bar in Nowhere wearing wicked red and she's got one goal in mind: to show her ex-fiance just what he lost.
    The night before his best friend's wedding, D.B. "Boone" Cassidy walks into the lone bar in Nowhere, Alabama with one goal in mind. Get wasted. Former military, he's spent the past few years as a security specialist and all around troubleshooter. It should have been easy to spot the trouble that night...a sexy woman in wicked red. It should have been easy. Yeah, right.
    One thing leads to another and his plans to get wasted turn into a night with the sexy woman in red . Boone gets the shock of his life the next day when he shows up at his friend's wedding to find out he'd just spent the night wrapped around his best friend's little sister...and that isn't the only surprise.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherShiloh Walker
    Release dateApr 5, 2015
    ISBN9781310405969
    The Virgin's Night Out
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    Shiloh Walker

    Shiloh Walker has been writing since she was a kid. She fell in love with vampires with the book Bunnicula and has worked her way up to the more...ah...serious works of fiction. She loves reading and writing anything paranormal, anything fantasy, and nearly every kind of romance. Once upon a time she worked as a nurse, but now she writes full time and lives with her family in the Midwest. She writes paranormal and contemporary romance, as well as romantic suspense.

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      What I thought was going to be a naughty little fluffy romance wasn't. It was a great story. It could have been longer, because I didn't want it to be over. Wow, I so wasn't expecting it to be so good. Way to go Ms. Walker. I really loved it.

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    The Virgin's Night Out - Shiloh Walker

    This man was too…there. Too big, too intense and the temper that had driven her with Rodney had faded, sapping her courage with it. Now, as pale green eyes settled on her face, she swallowed.

    He was going to say no. She could already see it.

    With the last bit of nerve she had left in her, she forced one more smile. You know what? Never mind.

    She went to brush past him and his hand caught her arm. I hadn’t quite finished my drink. Why don’t you sit down with me?

    She tilted her head back and met his eyes. For one brief moment, that connection seemed to sizzle, seemed to burn. Sit down with him. Have a drink. Talk—talk about what?

    In the span of what felt like minutes, her mind raced over what he’d consider the boring emptiness of her life. It would take up two minutes, he’d hurry through his drink and leave.

    Dance with me instead.

    For the second time that night—the third, the fourth?—she’d surprised herself, but as the music shifted into a slow song, she caught his hand and backed onto the dance floor just a few feet away. He didn’t budge at first. Maybe she should have just cut and run…

    But in a rush, she found herself pressed up against him, one big hand flat against her spine while the other sought out hers and brought it up, twining their fingers together. Somebody bumped into her and she stumbled, bumped into him. Ah…

    She looked up, an apology on her lips.

    But the words died as a shudder rolled through her. Muscles in his thighs flexed—she could feel it. Pressed this close to him, she thought she could feel just about everything. The hand he had on the base of her spine fisted and she licked her lips nervously.

    His gaze fell to her mouth.

    In the packed, crowded bar, surrounded by maybe fifty other swaying couples, Sloane felt like she was suddenly alone with this man—a man whose name she didn’t know—and she had a burning desire to close the distance between them and kiss him.

    And since she seemed to be riding the crazy train to nowhere, she did just that, leaning forward and doing yet one more thing she’d never imagined herself doing.

    She kissed a total stranger.

    The Virgin’s Night Out

    Shiloh Walker

    The Virgin’s Night Out

    Copyright 2015 Shiloh Walker

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    Copyright 2011 Shiloh Walker

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    Part one

    Chapter One

    Shocking, vibrant red.

    The dress seemed even more so against her skin, but then, Sloane Redding was ridiculously pale. Her hair was a nice, dark shade of brown and her eyes were a soft, dark brown, so she wouldn’t complain too much about the fact that if she stood in the sun at the wrong time of day, the light reflecting off her skin might cause traffic accidents.

    She was really that pale.

    Or so she’d always thought.

    She looked good, though, in this dress.

    Or maybe the dress just looked good, period.

    There wasn’t a whole lot of it, the hem ending maybe four inches below the curve of her butt. Thanks to running and lifting weights, she had a curve to that butt, now.

    Nothing could be done for her dismally flat chest, but the criss-crossing cut of the front did plenty to play up her narrow waist and what curves she did have—namely her hips and her butt.

    She did have good legs.

    All in all, she thought she looked pretty good.

    Nothing like the sad little Sloane who’d practically run out of town with her tail tucked between her legs six months earlier.

    The day before what would have her wedding, too. The perfect Valentine’s Day wedding, when she would have married Rodney Satterfield, the man she’d been dating since she’d come home from college. He’d been working at the library where she’d accepted a job and she’d thought they were soul mates.

    Yeah. So much for that idea.

    Flicking an invisible speck of lint from the bodice of the dress, she leaned in and checked her lipstick, then inspected her eye makeup. Nobody had to know that she’d spent weeks learning how to apply it correctly—and yes, it had taken weeks. Three of them, visiting the makeup counters at the mall in Norfolk before one of the girls there had recognized her and taken pity on her. They’d actually had a few classes together in college and May had figured out fast that Sloane wasn’t just showing a sudden late interest in current make-up trends.

    Within a few hours, she’d brought Sloane up to speed. Then she’d taken her under her wing in other ways.

    Her phone rang and she picked it up, recognized May’s number. She answered it, stomach jittering. Hello?

    Get out of the bathroom. Put your shoes on. Leave the house.

    Sloane laughed and looked around the pretty pink and gold bathroom. "Do you have a camera in here or what?’

    Ew. No. I just know you. Have you left the bathroom?

    Sighing, Sloane left the bathroom and made her way to the bed, sitting down. Her shoes waited for her, sitting neatly there, side by side. She slid one foot in, then the other.

    What if nobody recognizes me? she asked.

    Even better.

    Okay, what if they do and everybody laughs? She adjusted the strap and then rose, taking a few experimental steps before turning once more to look at the mirror.

    Nobody will see you in that dress and laugh. May sighed. Come on, honey. You spent the past six months redoing yourself. You’ve got a job that makes you happy. You’re happier with yourself. For the love of all things awesome, you went to Europe by yourself—you had dinner with some English lord.

    A small smile curved Sloane’s lips as she remembered. Yeah. Then she grimaced. But this is different. This is…

    This is no different. You’re beautiful and you’re awesome. Tonight, that schmuck will be at the bar in town because everybody goes to the bar on Fridays back in your hometown. That’s what you told me, right? Let him see you. Let him see what he missed…and if you’re lucky? Maybe you can hook up with some cute guy who comes in for your brother’s wedding.

    Yeah. Right. Sloan rolled her eyes. Okay. Ready or not…

    Ready or not…

    Boone studied the small sign.

    Welcome to Nowhere.

    Beneath it, in smaller script, read: Nowhere, Alabama, that is. Population 1941.

    He wondered if they’d subtracted a number when Pierce had died, but figured probably not. It was a depressing thought, even for him. Both of the twins, his two best friends, Pierce and Tyler Redding had still considered this small town—literally Nowhere—their home, even though they’d graduated and gone on to bigger and better things.

    Or maybe not.

    After all, Pierce was dead.

    A few months ago, Tyler had quit his job working for DDX Security Specialists. The boss called it an extended hiatus. Probably because Hal Morris loved his boys, as he called them, and he wasn’t quite ready to admit that Tyler was done.

    But they all knew the truth of it.

    Losing his twin had changed something inside him. Tyler was definitely done.

    He wouldn’t be going back to the private security group they’d all gone to work for after they’d done their tours. Sometimes, Boone wondered if Tyler wasn’t the smartest of them all. Getting out while he still could—while he still had a chance.

    But then Boone felt like kicking his own ass. It wasn’t like any of them had seen it coming. What had happened to Pierce had been an accident—a tragedy. When you made your living dealing with problems, sometimes those problems came back and bit you on the ass. Sometimes, even worse. Sometimes the problems ripped your throat out.

    They’d gone in to rescue a couple of clueless idiots who had the misfortune to get kidnapped while down in Colombia. The college kids hadn’t been there on a mercy mission, hadn’t gone down there to help with the unrest; not even to document the human rights violations. Not that Boone considered that the ideal way to spend your time, considering the body count racking up in that area of the world. But at least it was a worthwhile cause—dangerous, but he could understand while people put their lives on the line.

    No, these brain trusts had gone down there for thrills.

    They were adrenaline junkies. The two guys were behind a paranormal online web series and they’d decided to go investigate some illusive local urban legend.

    They’d trespassed on the wrong property and had been taken hostage. One of them had blabbed about his parents—Hollywood powerhouses and it was probably the one thing that had saved their lives.

    And because of those kids, Pierce was dead.

    Welcome to Nowhere.

    The sign mocked him and he shoved the heel of his hand against his eye. The need to whip the truck around and just drive straight back the way he came was strong. He could disappear. He had a month of free time spread out in front of him, courtesy of Hal. After his last job, a hard, fast and dirty one, the boss had insisted.

    Go to the wedding. Find some pretty young thing, get drunk and get laid. Take it easy for a few weeks. Hell, longer, if you need it. You’re going to burn out, Boone.

    DB Cassidy, aka Boone to his friends, wasn’t going to burn out. He’d done that a long time ago. The husk sitting in the truck was all that remained.

    But he’d be damned if he turned tail and ran from the wedding of the one friend he had left in the world.

    Pierce couldn’t be here.

    So Boone damn well would be. He’d be there for both of them…

    But that was for tomorrow.

    Eying the neon of the sign he spied down at the end of the street, he knew he’d be elsewhere tonight. At the bottom of a glass sounded like the ideal place.

    Get some whiskey. Get wasted.

    It wasn’t quite the get drunk, get laid directive his boss had given him, but it would shut his brain down.

    Maybe if he hit the bottle hard enough, he’d could deaden the images of what it had been like to clamp his hands over his friend’s neck, as blood pumped hot and dark from Pierce’s neck.

    Chapter Two

    "Hel….lo—Sloane?"

    The shock was gratifying. The way Rodney’s eyes dropped to linger on her body was…not.

    Odd, she’d have thought she would have enjoyed that, the way his eyes roamed over her body like a caress, but all it made her want to do was back away.

    Still, the way he blinked, then shook his head, then looked at her again did more than a little to ease the pride that had taken a beating, thanks to him.

    As he eased in closer, she shifted her weight, putting more distance between them, although the movement was easy, deliberately casual. Hi, Rodney. She gave him the smile she’d spent months practicing. How are you and Paulette doing?

    Paulette—oh. Fine. We’re…yeah. We’re doing good.

    That’s fantastic. She waited a beat and then looked away, a patently bored expression on her face. I hope to see y’all at the wedding. Have a good night now.

    Then she turned and walked away, slowly, deliberately.

    May had taught her how to do just that, but there was more to the walk than just rolling her hips, more to it than just the unhurried, easy saunter. She concentrated on each and every step, because she was brutally aware of just how many people had stopped to watch that little interplay.

    A hundred eyes had turned her way when she came into Huley’s the one and only bar in Nowhere.

    She’d been inside Huley’s exactly five times in her life. On her twenty-first birthday when her brothers had kept their promise—we’ll buy you your first beer, as long you promise you won’t do any of that stupid shit we did. On the day she’d told her two closest friends—at the time—that Rodney had proposed. Then the day he’d dumped her, she’d come here and done her best to get drunk, except the twins had been there

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