I'm In No Mood For Love
Chapter One
The first time Clare Wingate found herself in a strange bed, she'd been twenty-one, the victim of a bad breakup and too many Jell-O shooters. The love of her life had dumped her for a blond art student with an impressive rack, and Clare had spent the night at Humpin' Hannah's, holding down the bar and nursing her broken heart.
The next morning she woke in a bed smelling of patchouli oil and staring up at a poster of Bob Marley, the guy snoring beside her drowning out the pounding in her head. She hadn't known either where she was or the snoring guy's name. She hadn't stuck around long enough to ask.
Instead, she'd grabbed her clothes and bolted. As she'd driven home in the cruel light of morning, she told herself there were worse things in life than random sexual encounters. Bad things like flunking out of college or getting caught in a burning building. Yeah, those were bad. Still, a one-night stand wasn't for her. It had left her feeling disgusted and disturbed. But by the time she reached her apartment, she'd chalked the whole thing up to a learning experience. Something a lot of ... read full excerpt from: I'm in No Mood for Love ebook