Just One Night

Just One Night


USA TODAY BESTSELLER • In Lauren Layne’s sizzling Sex, Love & Stiletto series, New York’s hottest “sexpert” has been living a lie—and it’s up to one man to keep her honest . . . all night long.

Riley McKenna knows sex—good sex, bad sex, kinky sex. Her articles in Stiletto magazine are the publication’s most scandalous—and the most read. But when Stiletto’s fiftieth anniversary issue requires her column to get a lot more personal, Riley is forced to confront a long-hidden secret: Her own sexual experience is limited to one awkward college encounter. Now Riley is about to call in the favor of a lifetime from the one man who’s always held her heart.

Sam Compton knows two things about Riley McKenna: She’s the only woman for him. But as his best friend’s little sister, she’s also completely off-limits. Sam shouldn’t even consider her proposition: to have a one-night stand in the name of research. But the thought of another man putting his hands on Riley is more than Sam can handle, and soon he’s agreeing to one night with New York’s resident sexpot. But Riley’s full of surprises, and what starts as “one time only” soon becomes “just one more time.” And then one more. And before they know it, Riley and Sam learn firsthand that when it comes to love, there’s no such thing as just one night.

  • She could have anyone she wanted—except her brother's best friend, and the only man she'd ever loved.

"Sexy, sassy, and surprisingly sweet, Lauren Layne's Just One Night is a total page-turner! The intimate scenes with Riley and Sam left me breathless and there was a lump in my throat at the end. A fabulous addition to the Sex, Love and Stiletto series! —New York Times bestselling author Donna Alward

"Lauren Layne's Sex, Love & Stiletto series is fun, sexy, and sharp as a spike heel." —USA Today bestselling author Ruthie Knox

"Funny, sexy, and utterly charming, Just One Night is exactly the kind of book I love!" —USA Today bestselling author Janice Maynard

"Just One Night packs a punch with sizzling chemistry and laugh-out-loud banter. Lauren Layne delivers a sexy, unforgettable romance that will leave you begging for more!" —Stacey Kennedy, USA Today bestselling author of Claimed

"Lauren Layne was a new-to-me author and I really enjoyed this book. It had me hooked quickly and I didn't want to put it down." —Fiction Vixen

"There are many amazing moments in this book (in all three books) that I absolutely loved and made me giggle out loud." —Urban Girl Reader

"Emotional, exciting and enticing, Just One Night will have you devouring page after page, and wanting more." —A Tasty Read

"If you have yet to read books by Lauren Layne, please give this series a try! I know you will love them!" —Sinfully Sexy Book Reviews

"A heartwarming and sexy read." —I Love Romantic Fiction

"I happily recommend this book and this series to anyone who enjoys a great love story with characters you want as friends." —Guilty Pleasures Book Reviews


The problem was that the reason for her near-virgin status came down to one very sexy, very off-limits Sam Compton.

The only man she’d ever wanted. And the one man in New York City who didn’t want into her pants.

Riley froze. Sam. Immediately her shoulders went back and her spine straightened as she armed herself for the inevitable sparring.

To say nothing of the protection she needed from the thick layer of lust that threatened to choke her whenever Sam Compton was around.

She’d always been able to feel him, starting with that day he’d walked into this very kitchen, where she’d been sitting on this very stool.

That had been over ten years ago, and nothing had changed. Well, except for pesky little things.

Like his marriage. And his divorce. And the fact that he’d never so much as tried to kiss her.

And Sam wasn’t without some looks of his own. His eyes darkened just slightly before he gave her his trademark crooked grin.

“You checkin’ me out, Ri?”

“You know, I was? Just trying to figure out who caused those wrinkles around your eyes.”

“You know what I meant, Ri.”

“Obviously not,” she said, taking a step forward.

His eyes went wary, and he took a tiny step backward. Smart man.

Sam Compton already knew what would kill him one day: Riley McKenna.

Or more precisely, it was keeping his hands off Riley McKenna that would kill him.

“You don’t know the first thing about me,” she said, her voice going husky and dangerous. “Not the real me.”

“Don’t I?” Damn it, he couldn’t think straight when she was standing so close, drowning him in her sweet and spicy scent.

Let her go.

He couldn’t.

Sam’s hand found her wrist before she could turn the knob, and they both froze, their breath coming fast and heavy.

His thumb moved over her palm, and she gasped at the touch. He knew what she was feeling. They’d done a damned good job of avoiding physical contact over the years, and this was why.

He moved then, pressing her into the door, his eyes locking on hers for a split second before his hand went around the back of her neck and he lowered his head.

Sam growled and kissed her again, hard and fast.

Then he was reaching for her, turning her toward him even as he walked her back against the door, pinning her there with his body.

His eyes locked on hers for a heartbeat before his mouth moved over hers, a little roughly as his lips pushed hers apart.

He grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head as he continued his relentless assault on her mouth.

It was the kiss of a man who was done depriving himself—a man who’d take what he wanted, consequences be damned. Riley let him take what he wanted as her fingers curled into the softness of his shirt.