Title- One Night of Trouble
Author- Elle Kennedy
Publisher- Entangled Publishing
No More Mr. Nice Guy…
The moment AJ Walsh sees the sexy, tattooed pixie walk up to his bar, it’s lust at first sight. He’s always been labeled
the “nice” guy―opening doors, buying flowers, and never, ever having one-night stands. But with this wicked little
angel with red lips and unfathomably dark eyes? Oh, yeah. Tonight, “nice” has nothing to do with it…
Brett Conlon is trying to convince her family that she’s put away her reckless wild girl side for good. Nothing―and
no one―could be better for her reputation than golden boy AJ Walsh. So they make a deal: if he plays The Good
Boyfriend for her family, he can be a very, very bad boy with her. Now their one naughty night is about to turn into a
whole lot of trouble…
One Night of Trouble was my least favorite of the After Hours Series, not to sure why, but I didn’t really feel a connection with the characters as I did with the first two. Yet this story did not fall short by any means and I still enjoyed it. Instead of the guy being the bad boy, this story made the girl the bad girl and the male the good guy. Although, there is a lot more to A.J than meets the eye.
Again this installment had enough smut in this book for people that enjoy it and a story line that makes you love every single character.
AJ pulled a cell phone from his back pocket and glanced at the screen. “It’s
eleven fifty-eight. Looks like you’re about to turn into a pumpkin. Did you drive
She shook her head. “I’m calling a taxi.”
“Or…” His eyes gleamed recklessly.
Brett’s throat went dry. “Or?”
“Or I could drive you home.”
The awareness that had sizzled between them earlier returned in full force,
leaving pinpricks of heat along her bare arms. The air was cool and she’d left her
coat inside, but she wasn’t cold. Not by a long shot.
She knew exactly what would happen if she let AJ drive her home. She might
have willpower when it came to alcohol, but around this man? With his sandy-
blond hair and chiseled features and sparkling green eyes? And that incredible
body? And throw in the fact that she hadn’t had sex in six months?
Willpower? Fat chance.
“What do you say, Brett? Do you want a ride?” No missing the way his voice
went husky at the word ride.
Oh boy. Oh boy oh boy oh boy.
This was not the AJ Walsh she remembered. Back then he’d come off as a
Right now there was nothing gentlemanly about him. His expression was
downright smoldering, broad body radiating pure sex appeal. If he took her
home, she knew it wouldn’t end with her walking up to her apartment alone.
But she still had to make sure she wasn’t misinterpreting that look on his face.
“What are you really asking me?” she said bluntly.
“I’m asking if I can take you home and screw your brains out.”
Her thighs clenched so hard she almost keeled over.
Okay, well, that certainly left nothing to interpretation.
“Judging by your response, I think you like the sound of that.” There was
something smugly male in his voice.
Hers was embarrassingly squeaky and as weak as her attempted ignorance.
He flashed a knowing smile. “What, you think I can’t tell when a woman is
attracted to me?”
Nope, this was not the AJ she remembered. The golden boy was gone, replaced
by a primal creature teeming with raw sexual energy. The electricity in the air
was liable to burn her alive.
“Y-you…” She swallowed hard. “You don’t seem like the kind of man who does
stuff like this. Sleeping with someone you’ve just met…”
“Why do women always take it upon themselves to decide what kind of man I
“Am I wrong?” she challenged.
After a beat, he gave a sheepish grin. “Fine. I haven’t had a lot of one-night
stands. But…” His eyes burned. “I have a feeling not going home with you tonight
would be the biggest mistake of my life.”