Need You Tonight

By: Marquita Valentine

Need You Tonight Blurb

In small towns, dirty little secrets don’t remain secret for long…Everyone loves Parker Morgan, especially the high society ladies who pay thousands for his time. Becoming a male escort hadn’t been something Parker wanted to do, but when his family needed money to survive, he compromised everything he believed in to make ends meet. But there are two things he refuses to do—one, be paid for sex. Two, let himself fall for his beautiful new neighbor. She’s too pure and sweet for him. And that sadness in her eyes…he doesn’t want to know the cause of it. He has too many problems of his own.

A war widow at only twenty-two, Brooklyn Reeves has lived a shadowed existence for two years. Desperate to start over, she moves to Forrestville, never dreaming her new neighbor would be so sexy—not that she wants a relationship of any kind with him. Besides, he’s completely hostile and rude any time they run into one another. Unfortunately, he’s also her handyman, and she’s forced to repeatedly call on him when one thing after another goes wrong with her rental house.Only, as spring turns to summer, Brooklyn begins to sees a new side to Parker—one that makes her reconsider her opinion of him. Sparks fly, igniting a hunger that neither of them can resist.

But are either of them prepared for the consequences, once Parker’s dirty little secret comes to light?

Chapter One


I DANCE AROUND the house, dusting off everything as I move from room to room. Honestly, I hate housework, but I want it to look perfect for Braden, the loveable clean-freak, when he walks through the door. In less than forty-eight hours, he will be home from Afghanistan. In less than sixty days, he’ll be out of the Marines for good.

Twirling around, my dark hair smacks me in the face and I laugh, hugging myself tight. I can’t remember the last time I felt so much joy. I can’t remember the last time I could breath without the sharp pinch in my heart reminding me that my husband is at war.I glance in the bathroom mirror and throw the dust rag on the counter, making a sexy face while fluffing up my hair. “Wait until you get home, Gunnery Sergeant Reeves.” I stand to one side and shake my butt, pretending that Braden is watching me from the bedroom.

Blowing a kiss with only my lips, I cup my breasts and smile seductively, willing him to come closer. His brown eyes widen, then darken. He’d come up behind me, his hand coming to rest on my hips to slow me down. We’d move…as one. One breath, one heartbeat.

I trail my hand up my stomach, imagining his hand. I touch my face. His lips. The last time we kissed was five and a half months ago, right before he boarded a plane back to—

There’s a knock on the door, accompanied by the ringing of the doorbell. Flustered, I turn the water on in the sink, splashing some on my face. “Coming,” I call out as I towel off my face. Nothing like getting caught fantasizing.

But at least it was about my hot husband.

Smiling, I open the door to find two men on the other side. They’re in uniform, their faces somber. The joy I felt only moments ago rushes out of me, my legs go numb, and I start to fall. The closest Marine reaches for me, holding me up by his strength alone.

“No, no, nononononono,” I chant as the other one says the words every wife, mother, sister, father, husband, and brother dread to hear. I cover my ear with my hands and screw my eyes shut, but I can still hear him.

“I’m sorry, ma’am, but Gunnery Sergeant Reeves was killed en route—”

“He died protecting his brothers—”

Every sentence is like a shock to my system. My body jerks with each word.

“Thank you for your sacrifice.”

My eyes fly open, and I begin to fight the man holding me, but he won’t let go. “Ma’am, is there someone we can call?”

“Braden!” I scream, tears pouring down my face. For one wild moment, I think if I scream loud enough, he’ll hear me and jump out from the bushes to tell me it was just a joke. A horrible prank that he’ll never play on me again, because he’s home for good and no godforsaken war will ever take him from me. “Braden. Damn you, this isn’t funny. Come out and tell them to leave.”

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