Review: One Night of Love, by Anna Lores Reply


3 out of 5 Stars

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A steamy, erotic, paranormal romance. This book isn’t truly about One Night of Love — it’s really 2 stories in one — hoping to save the first love of your life and finding another love in the same lifetime, with denial involving both loves for Lainie.
When Lainie, a massage therapist to some lofty clients, won’t accept that her musician husband, Frank, is going to die, she goes to Las Vegas for a one night stand. She’s hoping to get pregnant and give her dying husband one more reason to fight and live because she doesn’t want to live without him.. She unwittingly ends up with the Alpha of the West Coast werewolf pack, Luke. When Luke and Lainie connect, he’s ecstatic to have found his mate (even though she’s human), which will help solidify his strength and leadership. However, Luke thinks his mate was there to specifically find him and doesn’t know her true intentions. When she deserts him, he’s at a loss and attempts to get her back.
It’s a quick read and definitely recommended for adults only.

Reviewed by Vampire Fan

Our Blog was given this book in exchange for an honest review.


As a massage therapist to the rich and famous, Lainie is used to keeping secrets. But her stay in Las Vegas leads to a personal secret she never intends to divulge. To anyone. Ever.

Having tried to conceive for years to no avail, she wants to give her dying husband something more to live for – a child. All she needs is a virile man for one night of love, nothing more. But her secret plan changes when her one-night stand transforms her forever.

Alpha over the Western half of North America, Luke Wolfson has found the one woman in the world made just for him, but she’s human. After a passionate night of sensual pleasures, she vanishes. Mates don’t leave mates. He has to find her or they may both die.

This work contains mature content, including graphic sexual descriptions and scenes, and is provided for adults only.


The flight attendants checked the cabin and then sat in their seats. The plane’s engine revved. 

The man leaned in and sniffed. It was subtle but obvious enough for her to notice. 

“Sorry. I ran down a taxi, and I hope I don’t smell bad.” She half cringed and half smiled. “I’m really not a morning person.” 

The plane sped down the runway and gently lifted off the ground. They ascended skyward. 

“Going on a business trip?” he asked. 

“No, heading home.” Lainie gazed out the window at the world below her. The lights of Vegas in the distance. Her chest constricted as if a snake wrapped around her, squeezing her lungs and suffocating her. 

She turned to him. Her breaths came in swift, painful tidal waves, dragging all the air out of her lungs with each passing second. 

“I’m Lainie. What’s your name?” Her voice was barely audible as she tried to act normal. 

The man looked at her with the same seemingly curious gaze as Henrietta had. 

“I’m Michael Flanagan. I’m originally from Vegas, but I’m going home to Atlanta. I travel a lot between the two cities for business. Are you okay?” 

She nodded. The plane seemed like it was spinning out of control. She reached for the man to steady the spinning, to catch her breath, and to gain composure. 

“Head between your knees.” He pushed her head down. “Breathe. First time away is hard. Almost impossible to do.” 

Her heart pounded out of her chest. I’m going to die. I can’t die. Frank needs me. I have to go home. 

“Breathe in,” he whispered. “Let the blood get back to your head.” 

She gasped for air. I’m not going to make it. 

His warm hand stroked up and down her back, soothing her, relaxing the layers of constricted muscles, allowing air to return to her lungs. 


About the Author:

Anna started writing romance as a by-product of insomnia. After a year of late night reading, she borrowed her son’s laptop and set about breathing life to her very own characters. A month later, she was surprised with a new laptop of her own to pursue her dreams.

 With a B.A. in English Literature and a desire to fill her world with wonderful stories she and her close friends could not just talk about, but gush over, Anna shed the job as mom of three in the late night hours and assumed her alter ego of Dirty Girl.

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