Once is Never Enough [NOOK Book]

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She's going to do this. She's really going to do this!

Nichole Daniels has had her share of heartbreak. Two broken engagements and a single bed are proof of that. But when a blue-eyed stranger offers her a taste of her every nighttime fantasy, she's considering putting an end to her dry spell!

Garrett Carter's reputation as a ladies' man…? Absolutely right. A danger to her mental health…? Definitely. The man for her…? Not on your life. Nichole...

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Once is Never Enough

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Overview


She's going to do this. She's really going to do this!

Nichole Daniels has had her share of heartbreak. Two broken engagements and a single bed are proof of that. But when a blue-eyed stranger offers her a taste of her every nighttime fantasy, she's considering putting an end to her dry spell!

Garrett Carter's reputation as a ladies' man…? Absolutely right. A danger to her mental health…? Definitely. The man for her…? Not on your life. Nichole has no intention of getting involved with a man known to be able to whisper almost any woman into bed! But something tells her that, when it comes to Garrett, one night will never be enough….

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781459255876
  • Publisher: Harlequin
  • Publication date: 10/15/2013
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Edition description: Original
  • Pages: 224
  • Sales rank: 37,729
  • File size: 522 KB

Meet the Author


MIRA LYN KELLY lives with her husband in rural Minnesota, where their four beautiful children provide an excess of action, adventure and entertainment. With writing as her passion and inspiration striking at the most unpredictable times, Mira can always be found with a notebook at the ready. (More than once the neighbors have caught her, covered in grass clippings, scribbling away atop the compost container!) Check out her website miralynkelly.com

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Good Lord, was that a tongue?

Nichole Daniels ripped her attention from the kiss deepening at exponential rates less than fifty feet away and dragged it back to where Chicago's cityscape reflected the molten hues of the western sky.

Having arrived early to help her friend Sam set up for his rooftop bash to welcome his older brother home from Europe, she'd been stocking wash pails with beer, wine and a myriad other pre-packaged cocktails when the lovebirds had pushed out the door, their breathless laughter dying at the sight of her. With the party scheduled to start—well, right then, for the few minutes before the guests migrated up to the terrace she'd figured the roof would be big enough for the three of them. Only now the evening breeze had picked up, carrying with it whispers not meant for her ears. Private words and promises of the kind of forever she'd stopped dreaming about years ago. The intimacy of their exchange had her feeling like some kind of creepy voyeur.

Boxing up the last packaging to recycle, she eyed the door. Anytime now…

People always showed up early for Sam's parties. The view from his roof was one of the best in the city for watching the sunset.

A muffled groan.

Awkward.

Tipping the longneck that hung from her fingers for a small draw of the lemony draft, she glanced down at her phone for the hundredth time. She saw a text from her mother, who was checking to see if she had any special plans for the night, so she pushed it aside on the picnic tabletop, making a mental note to call her the next day.

Tonight she wasn't in the mood for a diatribe on beggars versus choosers, ticking clocks and doing the work to make her dreams a reality. No matter how well-intentioned her mother might be, a guilt-flavored pep-talk wasn't on the evening's agenda.

Another gasp. This one edged with unmistakable need—and she hazarded a sidelong glance—

Whoa! Mistake!

She hadn't just seen…and the hands…and the legs…

Jumping clumsily from the picnic table, Nichole stumbled back and made a beeline for the stairway access.

Eyes on the ground. Eyes. On. The. Ground.

She was halfway down the narrow flight, ready to text Maeve her first report from the party, when she stopped, staring blankly at her open, empty palm. She'd left her phone.

Her stomach turned to lead as she hesitantly looked back up to the roof. The sunset she could live without. But that phone was her lifeline. All her contacts…appointments…shopping lists…music…Maeve.

She had to go back. Only she really didn't want to.

Maybe if she gave it a minute or two they'd be done and she'd be able to collect her phone without feeling like she needed to boil her eyes in bleach or start therapy seven days a week to scrub the memory from her mind.

How long had it been already? She didn't even know. So accustomed to her pretty little pink-rubber-clad smartphone, who needed a watch?

Okay, this was ridiculous. She was an adult, and her phone was a critical part of her existence. She turned toward the roof, bottom lip parked between her teeth, foot poised to advance—

The door below opened and she glanced back, hoping against hope it was Sam so she could make him get the darned phone for her. Only this wasn't her five-foot-ten-if-she-looked-up-just-right, whipcord-thin blond bud, come to rescue her phone, but rather a six-foot-something stranger in worn jeans and a white Oxford rolled back at the arms, shouldering through a doorway made too small by his frame.

Head bowed, he called back to someone within the apartment, "Yeah, see you up there in a few."

Maybe she should warn the guy about the rooftop action. Only before she could figure quite how to phrase it, the head topped with short, disheveled, dark curls tipped back, revealing a set of electric blue eyes that sent a shock straight through the center of her. Her mind whirled and stalled as recognition washed over her in a wave, receding just as quickly.

She'd have sworn she knew him.

"Looks like we had the same idea to catch the sunset," he offered with an easy smile and a jut of his chin toward the roof as he took the steps at a loose jog, meeting her at the midpoint of the stairwell. "You going up?"

"I think I have to," she answered weakly, her eyes tracking nervously to the rectangle of open sky at the top of the stairs. "I left my phone when I ran…."

Her phone would be fine. It wasn't like she'd left it balancing on the rail.

Was it possible they were finished?

"Ran?"

Of course it was possible. Probable? Who knew?

"Did something happen up there?"

"Yeah," she answered with a shudder as she covered her eyes with her hands. The way they'd started going at it—she'd never seen…never done..

Heat penetrated the fog of her embarrassed shock, radiating from a concentrated point where his hand, wide and heavy, covered her shoulder in a reassuring squeeze. "Go down to Sam. Stay with him."

And then he was bypassing her on the narrow stairwell, somehow managing to keep all that brawn from doing more than warming the scant space between them. The proximity was unnerving, distracting her even more than the scene she'd witnessed on the rooftops/where this guy was heading…his every step landing like an increasing threat.

Wait. Did something happen?

Oh. no.

Her breath caught. Oh, no.

"Oh, no! Wait," she gasped, realizing too late what he'd been asking her.

The eyes that looked back at her as his steps continued were anything but laughing. "Go downstairs. I'll take care of this guy."

Take care of? She watched his retreating back expand impossibly, blotting out the light of the evening sky beyond. "No, really," she yelped, scrambling up the steps behind him. "You—um—blue-eyed guy—wait!"

But he just held a staying hand behind him as he hit the open access to the rooftop. At best this was about to get extremely embarrassing for both of them. She had to do something—and fast.

"Sex!"

Oh, God, that hadn't come out right either. Except the guy's steps slowed and his head cranked around, revealing all that deep blue intensity replaced with confusion. "Excuse me?"

She raced up the stairs behind him, heart pounding—though not due to any sort of exertion from the short flight. Heck, she and Maeve could run a half-marathon on the treadmill if they had a season of Game of Thrones playing in front of them. Her heart had hit double-time due to embarrassment and a desperate need to stop this really protective guy before he tossed someone off the side of the roof.

Swallowing hard, one hand waving around, she looked for a salvation that wasn't coming. Finally she looked at him apologetically. "They were sort of having sex up there. That's what happened. I'm sorry…and…um…thank you too—I think."

She'd never seen eyes change in so many ways in such a short span of time. But this guy's were like a visual aid for defining "window to the soul." Everything was right there within them. Shock, relief, amusement, and then a slow-growing interest that tugged at some long-forgotten place inside her.

Something she shook off without more than a second's consideration.

A fractured cry of the climactic variety split the air between them, setting her cheeks to blaze like the sky beyond.

"Damn," was his only response, and something about the smacked look on his face struck her as ridiculously funny within the awkwardness of the moment.

"Yeah." She laughed, covering her ears. "You're telling me. I think we ought to give them some privacy, but I really need my phone. I'll bake you a cake if you'll get it for me."

Maeve would bake the cake. If she'd been here, none of this would have happened.

"Cake?"

"Please?"

"I'm a tough customer when it comes to cake. My sisters have spoiled me pretty bad. How about this? You go grab your phone and I'll take care of Team Romance behind us."

This guy didn't know what he was missing. But if Blue Eyes didn't want Maeve's baking…? Fine with her. This way she got her sunset, her phone and a cake too. Because, now that she was thinking about it, Maeve was definitely going to make her one when she got back in town. "Deal."

An awkward moment, many murmured apologies and some quiet shuffling later, her defender of public decency stepped up to the rail beside her, resting his forearms over the worn wood as he squinted into the sinking sun. "I'll admit I was half tempted to pull out a pencil and start taking notes."

Nichole shook her head, unable to fight the pull at the corner of her mouth.

"What? I would have given you a copy. Though maybe too early for that kind of kink in our relationship?"

Coughing out a laugh, she leaned back, forcibly resisting the draw to lean closer. "Yeah, you're probably right."

"Based on that pretty blush, I'd say definitely. So how about it, Red? Sun's going down fast."

"Red?" she asked, mildly disappointed by the moniker that had followed her around half her life. For some unaccountable reason she'd thought—hoped?—no, that couldn't be right—this guy might be different.

"Blue-eyed guy?" he challenged back, then tapped a finger to his cheek while nodding at hers. "Red."

For her blush, not her hair.

Such a small distinction, and yet big enough to push a smile to her lips as she followed his gaze to the burned amber glow of the pooling sun. It was beautiful. And, with the mellow notes of Jack Johnson filtering the rush of city traffic rising from the streets below, peaceful.

For long moments they watched, remaining quiet until the last molten drop bled beneath the horizon.

Forearms resting over the rail, muscular back rounded beneath the pull of his shirt, the familiar stranger beside her let out a long, deeply contented breath.

"Wow. That good, huh?" she asked teasingly, anxious to relieve the unsettling intimacy of the moment.

Casting her a sidelong glance, he considered. Then, pushing back to straighten, he shoved his hands into his pockets and met her gaze in earnest. "Yeah, it was."

"Not a lot of time for sunsets?"

His mouth pulled to the side and his broad shoulders hunched forward. "You know, it's not that I haven't seen them. More a matter of being too caught up in everything else going on—where I've got to be next, how much needs to get done, what all's about to get away from me." He shook his head, a frown darkening his gaze as it held hers. "Been a long time since I've been able to slow down and just…enjoy the simple stuff. Too long."

A few plainly spoken words. Nothing particularly deep. And yet the way he'd said them—as though making a reluctant admission—gave them power enough to penetrate the superficial and resonate within her.

"I get it. The little things have a way of passing you by pretty quickly if you aren't paying attention. And then, when you finally notice, sometimes all you've missed doesn't exactly feel so small."

"Yeah, that's about it." He laughed then—a brusque, dismissive sound—but even as he did so those deep blue eyes held hers with an almost questioning intensity. "So what's been passing you by?"

Maybe just this.

She should have looked away. Made light of the two of them standing there. Thrown out a joke or an excuse to put some space between them. Only for the first time in three years she didn't want the space or the buffer of meaningless banter. She wanted to stretch the moment and all the simplicity it offered—make it last for the both of them.

That was crazy. She didn't know this guy. Didn't know anything more than that he'd made some vague reference to a busy life and the desire not to miss out on the simple stuff. And yet there was something about him—an odd sense of familiarity, connection—that made her feel like she did. Made her think about her own life and the simple things she avoided out of fear for the complications they could bring.

" That much, huh?" he asked, breaking into her thoughts with a reminder she hadn't answered. Laugh lines creased the skin around his eyes as he cocked his head to the side. "Looks like we could both use a few more sunsets."

"Looks like," she agreed, all too grateful for the simple reprieve.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 4, 2014

    Love

    Ahhhh, sooo sweet! My only complaint with her books is that I read them way too quickly! She has a knack at creating male characters who are actually real bonefied men. I loved Garrett's character- the perfect ideal of a man- strong, hard-working, honest, trust worthy, and the way he raised his sisters and put them above his own needs, not to mention the way he loved his nephews! I loved how he and Nichole were drawn together like magnets! I highly recommend this cute little love story <3

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  • Posted August 4, 2013

    I received this book courtesy of First Reads and Harlequin.

    I received this book courtesy of First Reads and Harlequin.




    Nichole has always been on the end of its not you, its me in relationships. So now her goal is to enjoy her single life and have fun. That all changes when she goes to her friends party and runs in a man with beautiful blue eyes who makes her forget everything. Garrett Carter is ready to get back into the swing of the things after having his head stuck in a book for the last couple years. He just didn't realize it would be at his friends welcome back party a beautiful read head with beautiful brown eyes. Not until the next morning do they realize that they do know each other because they both know Maeve, his sister, her best friend. They try to deny their feelings but their attraction becomes even stronger and sometimes you just have to give into your feelings. 




    The was my first Harlequin Kiss series book and I thought that it was very good. I liked the way that Mira progressed the story and how you really felt like you knew the main characters by the end of the book. The only part I found unrealistic was how the sister reacted to Nichole and Garrett being together. Other than that I really liked the book and would recommend it to other romance readers.

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  • Posted July 3, 2013

    Once I started reading Once is Never Enough, I couldn¿t put it d

    Once I started reading Once is Never Enough, I couldn’t put it down. I became invested in what happened. Garrett and Nichole couldn’t keep their hands off each other, but both were afraid to commit, for two very different reasons. I didn’t know if they would ever get pull their heads out, and then Nichole did, but Garrett sure took his time. There was one point when I wanted to slap him, but he more than made up for it.

    If you like your romances sweet and fun with a whole lot of steamy, this book is definitely one you should read. Ms. Kelly is a new-to-me author and I plan on changing that very soon. She spun a tale that the reader can relate too and then she draws the reader in and traps them in her web. I’m sitting here right now wanting Maeve’s story, I just want more! I love the secondary crew in this story as well as the hero and heroine.

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  • Posted June 25, 2013

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    Rating: 5 Stars When her BFF, Maeve tells Nicole she needs to g

    Rating: 5 Stars

    When her BFF, Maeve tells Nicole she needs to get back out in the dating pool, she isn't convinced. Then when she jokes about setting her up with her brother - &quot;The Panty Whisperer&quot;, Nikki is horrified. But her reservations fly out the window when she sees the blue-eyed stranger at a party.

    Garrett's attracted to her right off the bat, but it seems like more than his normal love 'em and leave 'em routine. Her flashing eyes and infectious laugh want to pull him in. Refreshingly, there's no artifice. She's not looking to get her claws into him. In fact, she doesn't even care that she doesn't know his name. He's &quot;Blue Eyes&quot;, and she's &quot;Red&quot;. They barely make it through the door at her place before they're pulling at each other's clothes.

    Fate has something else in mind though. They're *well* on their way to nirvana when he sees a picture of... well, himself - on the shelf. Okay, it's not just him, it's a picture of him and his sisters. He overheard her name at the party, and that helps to put things together. Nicole is actually &quot;Nikki&quot;, his sister's best friend. And Garrett has a rule about that - his sister's girlfriends are strictly off-limits.

    Nicole is horrified to find out that the man she fell off the wagon for is Garrett Carter. It's almost like the world is mocking her. Maeve was just joking about this very thing, and here she was - letting him 'whisper' her. Ironically enough, it was Maeve's voice she heard in her head telling her to go for it.

    A few awkward run-ins later, and they decide neither of them want to resist the attraction. She needs to date someone who won't promise her forever and bail - and he needs more than just a hook-up. They both want a finite relationship that will morph into a true friendship. Nicole has lost too many people through bad breakups - she won't allow Garrett to come between Maeve and herself.

    What neither of them count on is how their friendship could so easily be so much more. Garrett doesn't want forever, and Nicole is starting to want it despite herself. So she initiates the break. But life has other plans for the two of them...

    I think I'm well and truly addicted to Harlequin's KISS line. I'm not alone either - in her forward, Mira Lyn Kelly admits to the same. I just finished &quot;Once is Never Enough&quot;, and Mira's a big part of my new fixation.

    I gotta say - Wow. Reading the description made me think this would be all flirts and giggles, but that's just not true. Yes, it's funny and sweet, but Nicole and Garrett are such layered characters, I couldn't help but connect to them. Neither of them fall into the standard mold. It was a refreshing and honest story, one that I would definitely want to revisit later on. That puts this book in a very selective category - and it's well earned.

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