Release date: November 23, 2015
Trucker Aaron Henderson always loved his life of freedom on the open road, but a business opportunity from a friend finds him settling down in Resilient, Tennessee. On his first night there, he meets a singing beauty at a bar who stirs feelings he’s long forgotten. He’s all in for a night of fun … until the next day when he realizes his one-night stand is his new business partner’s baby sister.
Kacey Randal just wanted to a quick fling to blow off steam before diving into her last semester of business school. When she learns that Aaron’s working with her brother and has a list of female conquests as high as the mileage on his big rig, she’s perfectly willing to pretend their night together never happened.
But the fire burns hot between these two, making their secret nearly impossible to keep. Yet even as their feelings blossom, Aaron’s roaming ways make Kacey wonder if they can truly go from one night to forever.
by Synithia Williams
Synithia Williams has loved romance novels since reading her first one at age 13. It was only natural that she would begin penning her own. When she isn’t writing this local government gal balances the needs of her husband and two sons. Find Synithia Williams at www.synithiawilliams.com, on Facebook, and on Twitter @SynithiaW.
An excerpt from From One Night to Forever:
Twelve years of working and singing in her momma’s restaurant made Kacey Randal pretty good at avoiding distractions during her set. But tonight she wasn’t supposed to be working and only sang because some of the locals had begged her to. According to her sister, Monique, tonight should be epic. The last night of her break from classes. The last night she could relax and have fun before diving in to the final semester of graduate school. The last night she’d have no really good reason to ignore the very big distraction of the sexy guy at the bar watching her every move with dark, soulful eyes.
He was just her type of distraction too: tall and slim with just enough muscle to show he was all man. Wild curly Afro begging for her fingers to dig into and a five o’clock shadow he wore better than any other man she knew. The second he’d strolled into the building with that laid-back, looking-for-a-good-time swagger, her radar went off and her libido—ignored far too long because of school—perked up. A sexy Casanova here to tempt her on her last free night.
She finished the song with her usual flourish. “Thank you!” she called to the cheering crowd, some she’d known all of her life, some strangers like the guy at the bar, and others the usual guys who hung around to drool down the cleavage of the waitresses in the sexy uniform her mother had picked specifically to appeal to the male clientele. If there was one thing Kacey’s momma knew, it was how to make a man drool and spend his money.
Kacey grinned and waved at some of the regulars as she skipped off stage and walked to the bar. On the way she noted if any tables needed drink refills, noticed table forty-two hadn’t gotten their food yet, and scanned the wait staff to make sure they were smiling and happy when talking to the patrons. She couldn’t help herself. She loved this place. Loved that her momma had worked her fingers to the bone to open Momma’s Kitchen after people wrote her off for popping out four kids in the five years after she turned twenty. Her momma’s sacrifice to build her restaurant was ten times more than Kacey’s sacrifice of fun and excitement while completing her MBA. After this last semester, she would graduate with a hard earned 4.0. Then she could help take the next step and finally open their second restaurant in Chattanooga. She wanted Momma’s Kitchen to go from local favorite to a well-known franchise.
The source of Kacey’s pride, her momma, Sabrina Holmes, stood at the end of the bar, one hip propped against the worn wood and a big smile on her slim face. At forty-five, people often mistook Sabrina for Kacey’s sister. Sabrina’s brickhouse figure made Kacey wonder why she hadn’t inherited her momma’s Marilyn Monroe curves instead of the broomstick skinny she’d gotten from her daddy.
“You sang good tonight, Kacey,” Sabrina said. “Even with the trip up.”
Kacey grabbed the towel Sabrina held out and wiped her brow. Sabrina didn’t miss a thing. “Trip up? What are you talking about?”
The music started and her cousin Natoya got up to sing. The evening singing by the friendly, and flirty, waitresses was one of the biggest draws of Momma’s Kitchen, after the food.
“Don’t be coy with me, girl. Six guys bought drinks for you during your show, but only one of those guys caught your attention.” Sabrina winked. “I see the way you’re pretending not to watch him.”
Kacey’s heart upped the tempo. “I’m not watching anybody.”
“Sure you aren’t. He’s sitting next to Howard.”
Sabrina chuckled. “But you’re not watching him, huh.” Sabrina snatched the towel, then hit Kacey on the rear end. “If you weren’t my most responsible daughter, I’d tell you what to do with that man.”
Kacey shook her head. “Good thing I am.”