One Night with Her Ex

One Night with Her Ex

by Lucy King

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"Can you honestly say you don't want me?"  

Lily Montgomery finds the perfect antidote to an anticlimactic New Year's Eve: a hot, up-against-the-door one-night stand with a sexy millionaire. Trouble is, the man in question is Kit, the ex-husband she's spent five years getting over. 

For Kit Buchanan, the past few years have been hellish! He's conquered the business world, but when it comes to the bedroom he's had the mother of all dry spells. Clearly he needs to get Lily out of his system once and for all! 

But one supercharged night later, Kit's not so sure. After all, why move on when he's having so much fun where he is?

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781460329009
Publisher: Harlequin
Publication date: 04/01/2014
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 224
Sales rank: 166,288
File size: 644 KB

About the Author

Lucy King spent her childhood lost in the world of Mills & Boon when she really ought to have been paying attention to her teachers! But as she couldn’t live in a dreamworld forever, she eventually acquired a degree in languages and an eclectic collection of jobs. Now writing full time, Lucy lives in Spain where she spends time reading, failing to finish crosswords and trying to convince herself that the beach really is the best place to work!

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Right. That was it. Enough was enough.

As the last of Big Ben's twelve bongs echoed through the night and the sky began to explode with fireworks, Kit Buchanan knocked back the inch of whisky that was left in his glass and glowered at the dazzling display erupting over the Thames beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows of his penthouse suite.

Forget the work he'd lined up to do this evening; he hadn't touched it anyway. Forget the fact that it was the middle of the night and freezing cold; what with the burning sensation of the alcohol and the relentlessness of the thoughts drumming through his head he felt as if he were on fire.

And forget the fact that he was about to embark on a course of action that probably required a good deal more consideration than the ten minutes he'd just given it.

He needed to sort out the mess he was in. Now.

For five years he'd been suffering. Five long, torturous, frustrating-as-hell years, and he'd finally had it. He was through with the lingering guilt, the excruciating tension and the crippling anxiety, all of which vibrated through him pretty much constantly and all of which he'd had to live with for far too long. He'd had enough of beating himself around the head with more self-recrimination and regret than any man needed to experience in one lifetime.

And he was sick of having no option but to split up with the women he dated.

The last one, Carla, whom he'd been seeing for a month and with whom he'd broken up just a few hours ago, he'd liked more than usual. He wouldn't have minded seeing a bit more of her, seeing where the relationship might head.

But that was pretty impossible given the problem he suffered, wasn't it?

It really couldn't go on.

Kit slammed the glass down on his desk and made a quick call to commandeer one of his hotel's limousines. Then he grabbed his coat and strode towards the lift. He punched the little round button and waited, bristling with impatience as his mind churned with details of the trouble he had with sex.

For the first couple of years following his divorce he hadn't been too bothered by his inability to function in bed. He'd told himself that after what he'd done he'd deserved it, and would willingly take the punishment. He'd assured himself that it wouldn't last for ever, and that as he wasn't a hormone-ridden, sex-obsessed teenager he could live with it.

But depressingly-and worryingly-it had lasted, and when matters hadn't improved a year or two later he'd begun to get a bit concerned.

And while pride and the potential for total humiliation had stopped him from doing anything about it initially, eventually he'd gritted his teeth and summoned up the courage to make an appointment with his doctor.

Which hadn't helped in the slightest.

The doctor had told him that there was nothing physically wrong with him and had suggested that perhaps his problem was psychological. He'd recommended a course of therapy, which had been pointless largely because Kit hadn't been able to bring himself to be entirely open and honest with the therapist about his relationship with Lily or the circumstances surrounding their divorce.

After that he'd tried almost every option that was left, astounding himself with the lengths he'd been willing to go to to find a cure. He'd read books, scoured the Internet and acquainted himself with homeopathy. Plumbing the depths of desperation, he'd even given hypnosis a shot.

But he needn't have bothered with any of it because nothing he'd tried had worked, and it had been driving him nuts.

This evening, after he'd said a regret-laden goodbye to Carla, he'd racked his brains for any course of action he might have missed, anything that might help, and it had suddenly struck him that there was something he hadn't tried.

It wasn't guaranteed to succeed, he thought, his jaw tight and a deep frown etched on his forehead as the lift doors opened with a sibilant swoosh and he strode inside, and God knew it wasn't in the slightest bit appealing, but if the only avenue left open to him was to head straight to what the therapist had suggested might be the source of his problem-namely his ex-wife-and to see if talking might work where everything else had failed, then that was what he'd do, because frankly he couldn't stand this affliction any longer.

'You're engaged?'

Lily leaned against the kitchen counter for support and wondered what more the evening held in store for her in the shock-to-the-system stakes, because if there was anything else waiting in the wings she was off to bed the minute she hung up.

'That's right,' replied her sister, her voice holding a thread of excitement and happiness that should have been infectious but for Lily, who held the institute of marriage in deep mistrust, wasn't.

'Who to?'

'What do you mean, who to?' said Zoe, her laugh of disbelief echoing down the line. 'Dan, of course.'

'But I thought you'd split up.' With the hand that wasn't holding her mobile to her ear, Lily emptied the remains of the champagne bottle into her glass, and took a much-needed gulp.

'We had.'

'Didn't you say you were over for good?'

'I did. And I genuinely thought we were.'

Lily lowered her glass and frowned as she tried to make sense of what her sister was saying. 'So what happened?'

'Tonight happened,' said Zoe with an uncharacteristic dreamy sort of sigh. 'He came to find me.'

'Where are you?' Judging from the thumping music in the background it sounded as if Zoe was out, somewhere busy, which in itself was unusual given she spent practically every evening in cuddling up to her computer.

'I'm at a party.'

'A party?' Lily echoed, faintly reeling all over again because while going out in the first place was rare her socially inept sister had always considered attending parties a fate worse than death.

'I know,' said Zoe, her delight clear in her voice. 'Can you believe it? I can't. But anyway Dan showed up about an hour ago, rescued me from an overenthusiastic dance partner and then basically told me he realised what a jerk he'd been and apologised in the loveliest way imaginable. It was very masterful. Very romantic.'

There was a pause while Zoe presumably drifted off into a blissful memory of the moment before dragging herself back to the conversation. 'Then he proposed,' she added dreamily, 'and I said yes.'

Just like that? A few softly spoken magical words and Zoe had fallen headlong into Dan's arms? That didn't sound like her ever logical sister any more than dreamy romance did, yet there was no denying that it appeared that that was exactly what had happened.

Hmm, thought Lily, an odd ribbon of apprehension rippling through her. Tonight was turning out to be unexpectedly and oddly unsettling. 'But didn't you say over Christmas that you wouldn't take Dan back even if he were the last man on earth and he came crawling on his knees?' she asked.

'Did I?'

'You did.'

'Oh, well, that was then,' said Zoe lightly, as if the fortnight of tears and misery Lily had just mopped up had never happened, as if she hadn't swung between despair and fury like some kind of demented pendulum, as if she hadn't given her surprisingly large repertoire of four-letter words an extensive airing. 'But now it's all fine and we're engaged. Isn't it great?'

Lily took another gulp of champagne and thought that she wasn't so sure it was all that great. She'd been there, done that, and while she might not be the older of the two she was definitely the wiser when it came to marriage. In her brief but turbulent experience it wasn't all it was cracked up to be, as she'd spent the last half an hour only too vividly and infuriatingly remembering. 'But you've only known him, what? A couple of months?' ' Three.'

'Don't you think it's a bit soon?' 'You were married within six,' Zoe pointed out.

'And look what happened there,' said Lily darkly. A mere two years after they'd met and embarked on a whirlwind romance she and Kit had divorced. She'd married in haste and had ended up very much repenting at leisure. Not that she thought much about it these days. Normally.

'Dan isn't Kit,' said Zoe, beginning to sound a little defensive.

'I should hope not.'

'And I'm not you.'

'That's true,' Lily said, suppressing a sigh. 'You're a lot more level-headed and mature than I ever was. And older. But are you sure you know what you're doing?'

'Absolutely,' said Zoe with a quiet, firm certainty that Lily had never heard from her before. 'He's the best thing that's ever happened to me so be happy for me, Lil,' she added. 'Please?'

The plea was so soft, so sincere, so beseeching that Lily felt a sudden and unexpected wave of guilt and remorse sweeping through her. What was she doing? She was ruining what was the happiest night of her sister's life, and why? Because, unsettled by the last half an hour, she was only thinking about herself and her experience. What kind of sister was she?

Pinching the bridge of her nose, Lily closed her eyes and took a deep, steadying breath.

Just because she and Kit had made a mess of things didn't mean that Zoe and Dan would. Maybe her sister's would be one of the marriages that lasted. Dan was great, Zoe was great, so maybe they'd be fine. It happened, she'd heard.

And just because her night had nosedived and she'd been unexpectedly hit by a deluge of memories about what had been right about her own marriage and then a double whammy of regret and self-recrimination over what had gone wrong, that didn't give her the right to dampen Zoe's happiness.

Determinedly pushing her cynicism aside Lily pulled herself together. 'I am happy for you,' she said, pasting a smile on her face that she made sure her voice reflected.


'Really,' she said even more firmly. 'I'm sorry I wasn't more enthusiastic earlier. It was unexpected and I was just a bit surprised, that's all. Congratulations. I hope- no, I know-you'll both be very happy.'

'Thanks and we will.'

Lily heard the elation and the hope in her sister's voice and felt her heart squeeze. 'I think I might be the teensiest bit jealous,' she said. Because she could remember how Zoe was feeling all too well. The giddy happiness. The permanent grin. The excitement about the future…

'Are you all right, Lil?'

'I'm fine,' she said, to her irritation her voice cracking a little.

Down the line came a sharp intake of breath and the sound of the heel of a hand hitting a forehead. 'Oh, crap. Tonight's your anniversary, isn't it?'

What would have been her seventh. Not that she'd been counting. Until the clock had struck midnight and she'd been reminded of it at the most inconvenient moment imaginable. 'It is, but it doesn't matter.'

'Of course it does,' said Zoe. 'God, I'm sorry. And here's me banging on about Dan and getting engaged and stuff. I really am quite spectacularly insensitive. I should have thought.'

Lily shrugged as if it didn't bother her in the slightest. Which it didn't. Generally. 'Forget it.'

'Want to talk about it?'



'Quite.' She didn't want to even think about it, let alone talk about it, although that was proving annoyingly difficult to achieve this evening.

'OK, well, call me if you do. Any time. Really.'

Lily knew she meant it. Zoe had been a rock following the divorce, and looking back Lily didn't know how she would have got through it without her. 'Thanks. I will.'

'Look, I'd better go. It's late and you have an early flight.'

'It is and I do.' A smile spread across her face at the thought of the week's holiday she'd booked following the week of work she had to do first. It would be the first holiday she'd had in ages and she couldn't wait. 'And shouldn't you be snuggling up to Dan instead of calling me?'

'Plenty of time for that later, I hope. Anyway, he's gone to get our coats and I wanted you to be the first to know.'

Lily's smile deepened. 'Thanks. You do realise that the second I get back I'll be grilling you for details?'

'You might regret saying that.'

'Never. I want to hear every single-'

The ring that reverberated through the silence of the house cut off her sentence and made her jump.

'What's that?' asked Zoe.

'Someone at the door,' she said, her smile fading and her heart sinking a little at the thought of who it might be. 'I should go.'

'Are you sure you ought to be answering it this late?' said Zoe, sounding like the older sister she was. 'I mean, I know there are first-footers and whatnot around, but you are on your own and it is well past midnight.'

'Don't worry, it'll probably be Nick,' said Lily, despondently pushing herself off the counter and heading into the hall. 'He left his scarf.' She'd texted him to say she'd put it in the post, but maybe, despite the disastrous outcome of the evening, he didn't want to have to wait that long and had decided returning to pick it up was a risk worth taking.

'Who's Nick?'

At the interest in Zoe's voice, Lily inwardly cringed because Nick was history, that was what he was. Unfortunately.

Earlier, however, he'd been the guy she'd invited over for dinner. Nick was an interesting, intelligent, entertaining, good-looking man who made her laugh, and even though they'd only been on three dates she'd been ready to take things to the next level. Had wanted to take things to the next level, because from what she knew about him so far he seemed pretty much perfect: in addition to his favourable personality and looks, he didn't want children, he didn't make her pulse race and didn't appear to have any problem with communicating.

In her book those last few qualities especially made him an ideal future partner, hence the invitation to spend New Year's Eve with her.

The early part of the evening had gone swimmingly, and exactly according to plan. Nick had turned up on the dot of nine bearing a bottle of champagne and a warm smile that had turned even warmer when Lily had presented him with a deliberately lavish de-signed-to-seduce menu of four courses, vintage champagne and handmade chocolates.

Over the table and the next couple of hours they'd chatted easily and flirted outrageously, and things had been looking promising. Then they'd moved to the sofa in her sitting room to have coffee and chocolates in front of the roaring fire and at midnight he'd leaned forwards to kiss her.

And that was when everything had gone wrong.

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JackiesBookWorld More than 1 year ago
I really enjoyed reading One Night with Her Ex, it was a quick read with an overall good story. I have read another book by Lucy King and I loved it, so I knew right away that I had to read this book as well. I like the stories and characters that she is able to put together and this book didn't disappoint.  One Night with Her Ex is a story of forgiveness and being able to move on from the past. For Lily Montgomery New Year's Eve couldn't have been worse, especially when her ex-husband shows up unexpectedly and asks for her help. The last few years have been physically bad for Kit Buchanan, he might be successful in the business world, but in his intimate life things aren't going too well and he insists on finding out what's causing it and how he can fix his problem. That leaves him with going back to his ex-wife, but what he wasn't expecting to find is the attraction that he once had for his ex-wife hasn't left at all.  The chemistry between Kit and Lily is undeniable, although they have been divorced it seems that the connection that once brought them together hasn't left and now they will have to overcome their past in order to move on. Both of the characters are well thought out, and the message in the book makes it worth reading. *ARC provided by NetGalley in exchange for an honest review*
HumorMyWay More than 1 year ago
d from Harlequin, one that touches on deep topics and are close to all our hearts, a few roads we may have not reached yet and a few we hope to God we never do. Cheating is always hard to forgive but can we ever forget, I know this has destroyed many relationships. Lack of communication, misunderstandings, trust issues, reading each other minds, guess how the other feels are way up at the top of relationship issues. This book hits on all the above and so much more. The whole problem is men do not talk, and women talk to much. Lily and Kit married, divorce because Kit cheated. Neither can move on, Kit is impotent and has been since the divorce. He has tried everything but the one thing he really wants Lily. It does seem he doesn't have this issue with her. Both want to start over but can they, can they put the past behind them. Forgive and forget, will trust get in the way. Neither are willing to make the first move, feeling the other should. Can they beginning again, start over with a clean slate? This book was an easy read, the words flow easy. I feel Kit and Lily were both strong characters both have their own issues they must fight before they can come together and be one. Hopefully the people who read this book will look deep and find the messages this author gives us. We must communicate, stop trying to read each other minds, say what you feel, say what you need, trust is a choice we make, we are not prefect why would we think our mate should be. When we forgive me must also forget or we have not forgiven. Cheating is never easy to forgive but we must think why they cheated, can we forgive and forget. Once we look deep in ourselves will the answers come. I give this book a 4 rating for reminding me how important a relationship is and how easy it is too loose it. It is wonderful read with lessons to be remembered.