Available Now: One Night in Cleveland by Megan Morgan

ONE NIGHT IN CLEVELAND
City Nights, #18
Megan Morgan

ISBN: 9781311060938
ASIN: B0160IPLAE

Length: Novella
Genre: Erotic Romance
Price: $2.99

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Chef Matt Fattore lives a clean and lawful life—so he doesn't expect to meet the woman of his wet dreams by being arrested by her. When Lieutenant Caylee Benton of the Cleveland PD mistakes him for a wanted burglar, Matt finds out fantasies sometimes land right in your lap—and frisk you.

Sparks fly despite the misunderstanding and Matt decides to take a chance and ask her out—and maybe, coax her into bed. But Caylee is more than just a beautiful woman with a badge and a gun. While Matt is falling in lust with her, she'll become his hero, too.

Matt is about to spend the wildest twenty-four hours of his life in Cleveland, and if he’s lucky, he’ll be in handcuffs by the end of the night.

• • •

“Damn it,” Lieutenant Caylee Benton sighed.

In her right hand, she held a mug shot of Benjamin Tyler: thief and general all-around cop-evading thug. In her left hand, she held Matthew Fattore’s driver’s license. Seeing them side-by-side they obviously weren’t the same person. Benjamin Tyler was older and wasn’t nearly as handsome.

Subjectively, anyway.

“They look so much alike,” she muttered. “Like I need another report to write.”

Caylee ran a background check on Matthew Fattore. Apart from a couple public disturbance incidents nearly a decade before, he was clean. He did work at Fondant. The man who’d brought his license, José Rodriguez, worked with Matt.

She’d screwed up, big time.

She walked into the booking room, hiding her chagrin behind a poker face. Mistaken identity happened, but it had never happened on her watch. Her sergeants were more meticulous than that.

Apparently, she wasn’t.

Matt sat in a chair, hands still cuffed behind his back. He was scowling, but his outrage didn’t take away from his handsomeness.

His body was sculpted, from finely hewn muscle, plainly visible through his tight gray T-shirt—broad shoulders, a firm chest, tight abs. Tattoos wound around both of his beefy arms. A thick coif of jet-black hair graced his head and enhanced the beauty of his chiseled face. He definitely looked like the type of guy who worked in Tremont, Cleveland’s hipster enclave—bike and all.

“Mr. Fattore,” Caylee said.

He lifted his chin with a smirk. “Finally figured that out, did you?”

She urged him to his feet. “I’m very sorry about this.” She circled around him. “You unfortunately fit the description of a suspect we’re pursuing.”

She undid the cuffs, and Matt pulled his arms around in front of him. He worked his shoulders and they strained at his shirt. “I should sue the crap out of you.” He sounded like he was only half-joking.

“Mr. Fattore,” she spoke patiently. “I would advise you not to pursue such a costly and time-consuming endeavor. Intention counts in mistaken identity cases. We followed the letter of the law.”

“You didn’t even read me my Miranda Rights.”

Caylee wouldn’t mock him for his lack of knowledge. He had every right to be mad. “That’s…just TV. We don’t have to read those unless we’re going to interrogate you.” She held his license out to him.

Matt took it. “Thanks.” He pushed it into his hip pocket. “Glad I could stop by.”

“In the future, Mr. Fattore, I would suggest you keep your ID on you at all times. I’m truly sorry about this. Is there any way I can make this up to you?”

He gazed at her a moment then smiled widely. He had nice teeth, cutely crooked in the front. “Have lunch with me.”

• • •

Megan Morgan is an urban fantasy, romance, and erotica author from Cleveland, Ohio—a bartender by day and purveyor of things that go bump at night.

She’s a member of the RWA and trying to turn writing into her day job, so she can be on the other side of the bar for a change.

Find Megan Online:

Website - http://www.meganmorganauthor.com
Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/megan.morgan.author
Twitter - https://twitter.com/morgan_romance
Blog - http://meganmorganauthor.com/blog
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Available Now: One Night in Chicago by Megan Morgan

ONE NIGHT IN CHICAGO
City Nights Series, #12
Megan Morgan

ISBN: 9781310793271
ASIN: B00UUB9KWI

Length: Novella
Genre: Erotica Romance
Price: $2.99

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Breaking up is hard to do, especially after four years together.

Taylor Middleton, a singer striving for her big break, and her boyfriend Malcolm Darling, a mover and shaker in the music business, have decided to call it quits. Taylor wants to take her onstage persona—Gracie M—to LA, where she hopes bright lights and big dreams await.

But before they break up, the two decide to spend one last night in Chicago, the city where they once shared a passionate, romantic weekend, in hopes of preserving some good memories. In Chicago, Taylor realizes she's not so sure about taking her talents elsewhere, as Malcolm reminds her why she fell in love—and lust—with him. Taylor may soon discover the right man, like music, can set her free and make all her dreams come true.

• • •

The Cloud Gate, a mercurial, hulking dollop of a sculpture, sat in the middle of Millennium Park on Chicago's magnificent Michigan Avenue. The reflective surface mirrored the brilliantly blue morning sky—thus the sculpture's name—and the towering buildings lining the avenue. Also caught in its surface were the multitude of tourists swarming around, circling it, weaving in and out of the bean-shaped structure's underbelly, and taking pictures in it.
Taylor Middleton stood next to the sculpture. From a distance 'the Bean' gleamed flawless, like a pod dropped from an alien ship. Up close, handprints marred the surface. She had a picture of herself in the same spot, four years prior. She was a different woman then: optimistic, giddy, hopeful, a dreamer and astoundingly naive. She wanted to preserve her memory of that silly girl, thus she didn't take a fresh picture.

A little boy darted in front of her and stopped in his tracks.

"Hi." He waved.

She smiled. "Hi." She tucked her hands in her long green cable-knit sweater. The first touch of autumn had descended.

He ran away, circling around the Bean. His mother arrived a moment later.

"Sorry." She flashed Taylor a tired smile. She rushed past. "Brandon!"

Little Brandon was already laughing beneath the belly of the sculpture. Taylor continued smiling and gazed into the mirrored surface.

She'd had her hair done for the trip, though really, for the trip she'd be taking after she left Chicago. She had it pulled back, the strawberry blond vibrant, straight and silky, freshly cut and falling perfectly. Her eyes were green, her skin creamy and pale. She had her mother's Irish genes to thank for all that. Supposedly, her good looks would benefit her someday.

The Bean reflected the courtyard of concrete squares it sat upon. Behind her, a man was strolling across it, toward her. He was handsome: tall, broad, masculine, his posture easy and self-assured. He had his hands tucked in his pants pockets, no jacket on despite the chill. He wore a crisp white shirt--sleeves rolled up to his elbows to show off thickly muscled forearms--and tailored black dress pants. He was older, one of those men who aged well and even got better-looking, who became more sophisticated and casually sexy as they matured. He had a neatly-trimmed beard flecked with gray, though the silver hadn't reached his perfect coif of dark hair yet. He was tan and fit.

The scent of his expensive, sandalwood-touched cologne reached her nose as he walked up behind her.

He stopped and slid an arm around her shoulders. They both gazed at their reflection.

"What are you thinking about?" His voice matched his looks: deep, rugged, sensual and suave. He sounded like a radio DJ.

She folded her arms. "About the picture we took of ourselves right here. Remember?"

"Of course. You took like ten of them because you said your face looked fat."

She pressed her lips in a tight line. Malcolm Darling was a no-nonsense, plain-spoken, frank and tough-minded man, something she'd once found endlessly appealing but now grated on her every nerve. Another item on the long list of reasons they were ending their relationship.

She slid out from under his arm and stepped away. "I thought the purpose of this trip was to remember the good times we had here. Not nitpick."

• • •

Megan Morgan is an urban fantasy, romance, and erotica author from Cleveland, Ohio—a bartender by day and purveyor of things that go bump at night.

She’s a member of the RWA and trying to turn writing into her day job, so she can be on the other side of the bar for a change.

Find Megan Online:

Website - http://www.meganmorganauthor.com
Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/megan.morgan.author
Twitter - https://twitter.com/morgan_romance
Blog - http://meganmorganauthor.com/blog
Goodreads - https://www.goodreads.com/meganmorganauthor
Tirgearr Publishing - http://tirgearrpublishing.com/authors/Morgan_Megan