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    Sleepless in Manhattan
    Sleepless in Manhattan
    Sleepless in Manhattan
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    Sleepless in Manhattan

    By Sarah Morgan

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    A NYC events planner gets her big break—with the only guy to break her heart—in the USA Today–bestselling author’s “satisfying, sizzling romance” (All About Romance).

    Cool, calm, and competent, events planner Paige Walker loves a challenge. After a childhood spent in and out of hospitals, she’s now determined to prove herself—and where better to take the world by storm than Manhattan? But when Paige loses the job she loves, she must face her biggest challenge of all—striking out on her own.

    Except launching her own events company is nothing compared to hiding her outrageous crush on Jake Romano—her brother’s best friend, New York’s most in-demand date, and the only man to break her heart. When Jake offers Paige’s fledgling company a big opportunity, their still-sizzling chemistry starts giving her sleepless nights. But can she convince the man who trusts no one to take a chance on forever?

    Sleepless in Manhattan is the first novel in Sarah Morgan’s From Manhattan with Love trilogy.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherOpen Road Integrated Media
    Release dateMay 31, 2016
    ISBN9781459294080
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    Sarah Morgan

    Sarah Morgan is a USA Today and Sunday Times bestselling author of contemporary romance and women's fiction. She has sold more than 18 million copies of her books and her trademark humour and warmth have gained her fans across the globe. Sarah lives with her family near London, England, where the rain frequently keeps her trapped in her office. Visit her at www.sarahmorgan.com 

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      4.5 stars.

      Sleepless in Manhattan by Sarah Morgan is a beautiful novel of friendship, love and new beginnings. This first installment in the From Manhattan with Love series stars a feisty yet cautious heroine and a wealthy bachelor who is afraid to risk his heart. Their relationship begins as a no strings fling but when love sneaks in, will their fears prevent them from taking their romance to the next level?

      After Paige Walker and her two best friends, Frankie and Eva, lose their jobs, longtime friend and secret crush Jake Romano challenges her and her friends to start their own event planning business. Despite both Jake and her brother Matt's offers to help get their fledgling business off the ground, Paige refuses their assistance. However, when her best efforts to bring in clients fail, she swallows her pride and asks Jake for help. Not only does he hire them to plan an event for him, but he also provides them with office space in his corporate headquarters. Working in such close proximity plays havoc with his libido since he is strongly attracted to her but Jake has no intention of breaking his promise to Matt to stay away from Paige. However, Jake does not count on Paige taking matters into her own hands and they are soon embroiled in a passionate friends with benefits relationship.

      Overprotected by her parents and Matt, Paige is fiercely independent and she is determined to live life on her own terms. She has moved on from having her heartbroken by Jake and their once easygoing camaraderie has turned into a mildly antagonistic relationship. While she appreciates his business advice, Paige wants to start her business on her own but her concern for her friends soon overrides her reluctance to accept Jake's help. She continues to ignore her attraction to him until they share a passionate kiss. Unable to put thoughts of their encounter out of her mind, Paige works up the courage to confront him and despite his reservations, they give in to their mutual desire.

      Sexy and charming, Jake has a well deserved reputation as a ladies' man and he has no interest in settling down. He is also an incredibly smart, well respected and extremely successful businessman whose talents are highly sought after. Although he is quite caring and extremely loyal, a traumatic event from his childhood left an indelible mark on him and he refuses to let anyone into his heart. Once Jake lets down his guard with Paige, their one night stand slowly turns into a relationship but Jake's past makes it impossible for him to trust that her feelings for him will last.

      A wonderful story of friendship, love and healing, Sleepless in Manhattan by Sarah Morgan is a marvelous beginning to the From Manhattan with Love series. The characters are brilliantly developed with true to life flaws and relatable fears to conquer. One of the best aspects of the story is the longstanding friendship between Paige, Eva and Frankie and while they are incredibly supportive of each other, they do not hesitate to voice their concerns. The romance between Paige and Jake is believable and their longtime acquaintance provides a strong foundation for their burgeoning relationship. A beautifully rendered, passionate love story with a strong female lead, Sleepless in Manhattan is an engaging, complex love story that I highly recommend to fans of contemporary romances.
    • 4/5
      Nice read. Enjoyed it while on road for a holiday trip.
    • 5/5
      Paige Walker has finally gained her independence. After spending her childhood in and out of surgery to repair a hole in her heart, she is determined to live life on her own terms. She and her two best friends, Eva and Frankie, busted out of their small hometown and are living and working together in New York City. Her older brother and his best friend (turned family friend) live nearby and things seem to be looking up. Heading into a meeting with her boss ready to urge her for a promotion, the last thing she expected to be was fired. Her brother's best friend, Jake, has pushed her to her limit as long as they have known each other. Instead of jumping to protect her and fix things for her, he pushes her to start her own business with Frankie and Eva. Jake can help her and her new company get off the ground, but can Paige accept his help or try to do it on her own?I received an ARC of the third book of this series, Miracle on 5th Avenue, a few weeks ago via NetGalley. Although that book could be read as a standalone (yay no cliffhangers!) I do wish that I had read this series in order. There were parts in this book that hinted at the third book. Since I had already read the third book, it was physically impossible for me not to squeal giddily at those hints. I have already purchased the second book in this series which I hope to read as soon as possible because this book also hinted at the next story. These hints were merely dropped along the way but did not hinder or distract the story of Paige and Jake at all. Furthermore, these characters are unique which I appreciate as a reader. Each character is distinct in words and actions which led to humorous dialogue. Each character also has a powerful backstory that I am looking forward to reading more about in the next book. It is a steamy yet uplifting romance and it was fun getting to know each character! For those who may be sensitive: there were several scenes that were sexual in nature.
    • 3/5
      Sleepless in Manhattan by Sarah Morgan is a 2016 HQN publication. I was provided a copy of this book by the publisher and Edelweiss in exchange for an honest review. Romantic comedies! Who doesn’t love ‘Sleepless in Seattle’, or ‘When Harry Met Sally’? This cute contemporary romance pays homage to the classics, while introducing us to a new series centered around best friends trying to start their own business in Manhattan. This story places the spotlight on Paige, a vibrant young woman who survived a childhood riddled with illness and long hospital stays, due to a heart problem. Her condition caused her family to over protect her, especially her brother, Matt. When Matt realizes Paige has a teenage crush on his best friend, Jake, he forbids Jake to act on it, so Paige makes the first move, with disastrous results. Now, Paige is a confident career woman determined to make her own way without Matt or her parents, but she has never gotten over Jake, even though they constantly bicker and he goads her at every turn. But, when she loses her job, and decides to start her own business, Jake is the perfect person to ask for advice. so pushing her pride aside, Paige goes to Jake for help. Can she keep it on a professional level or will she finally seduce the man who has held her heart all this time? Jake has done everything in his power to keep Paige at arm’s length, from breaking her teenage heart, to picking fights with her, but when she comes to him for help with her business, he finds his resolve melting away. But what about his promise to Matt? I loved the quips that began each chapter and thought the idea of incorporating favorite romantic comedies into the story was a nice touch. I don’t have a brother, but I know there is an unspoken rule about hitting on your best friend’s sister. This rule can cause a lot of heartache when a person has to give up the love of their life for the sake of their friendship. In this case, Jake is not just trying to keep a promise to his best friend, he is also avoiding love at all cost, which is something he feels Paige deserves, so he tries to keep her at arm’s length. But is Jake’s nobility really a cloak for his own fear and cowardice? The story has a lot of promise, but there were a few issues, such as the slow pacing, and lack of emotional connection between Jake and Paige. The story sagged a little here and there, and lost momentum a time or two, and with both characters working so hard to keep things fun and light without using any language suggesting commitment or love, it sucked the chemistry out of the relationship and failed to evoke any emotions from me. The conflict was flat and Jake’s reasoning, stemming from his mommy issues didn’t seem convincing to me. His attitude improves a little as the story progresses, but his refusal to admit his love for Paige, even in his own mind or heart, kept me from warming up to him. But, in true romantic comedy tradition, Jake redeems himself, which made it all worthwhile in the end. This is a cute ode to romantic comedies, with some fun banter between friends, and a long overdue happy ever after, which is good enough for me.

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    Sleepless in Manhattan - Sarah Morgan

    CHAPTER ONE

    When you’re climbing the ladder, always assume someone is looking up your skirt.

    —Paige

    "PROMOTION. I THINK it might be my favorite word. You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this." Swept along by the tide of commuters, Paige Walker followed her two friends Eva and Frankie up the steps from the subway and emerged to blue skies and sunshine. Far above her the skyscrapers of Manhattan reached up to fluffy clouds, a forest of steel and glass winking in the bright morning sunlight, each competing to be taller than the next. The Empire State Building. The Rockefeller Center. Higher, bigger, better. Look at me.

    Paige looked, and smiled. Today was the day. Even the weather was celebrating.

    New York had to be the most exciting city in the world. She loved the vibrancy, the promise, the pace.

    She’d landed a job at Star Events straight out of college and had been unable to believe her luck, especially when her two best friends got jobs there, too. Working for a big company headquartered in Manhattan was her dream. The sheer energy of the city seeped through her skin and into her veins, like a shot of adrenaline. Here, she could be whoever she wanted to be. She could live her life without being asked how she was feeling twenty-five times a day. In the breathless bustle that was New York City, people were too busy thinking about themselves to have time to think about other people. Interaction skimmed the surface and never went deep. She blended into the crowd and that suited her just fine.

    Paige didn’t want to stand out. She didn’t want to be different, precious or special. She didn’t want to be anyone’s poster girl for brave.

    She wanted to be anonymous. Normal, whatever that was. And here in New York, finally it had happened.

    Urban chaos offered its own type of privacy. Everything moved faster.

    Everything, that was, except her friend Eva, who was not a morning person.

    "Promotion isn’t my favorite word. Love is probably my favorite word. Eva yawned sleepily. Or maybe sex, which is the next best thing. I think. I can’t honestly remember because I haven’t had it in so long. I’m worried I’ve forgotten all the moves. If I ever get naked with a guy again, I might have to buy a ‘how to’ book. Why is no one in Manhattan interested in a relationship? I don’t want a hookup. I want to mate for life. Ducks can do it—why can’t we?" She stopped to adjust her shoe and soft waves of blond hair bounced forward along with her breasts, as generously curved as the plumpest cupcake. The man walking toward her stopped abruptly, mouth open, and four other men slammed into him.

    Attempting to avert a human pileup, Paige grabbed Eva’s arm and pulled her to one side. You’re a walking hazard.

    Is it my fault my laces untie themselves?

    Your laces aren’t the problem. The problem is that you just announced to the whole of Manhattan that you haven’t had sex in ages.

    The problem, Frankie said, closing in to form a blockade, is that a dozen investment bankers are now getting in line to manage your assets. And I’m not talking about your finances. Stand up, Sleeping Beauty. I’ll tie your shoe.

    I don’t have any finances to manage, but at least that means I don’t lie awake at night worrying about yield and interest rates. That’s a bonus, although not quite the bonus those bankers are probably used to. Eva stood up and rubbed her eyes. Before ten in the morning, she had trouble focusing. You don’t have to tie my shoe. I am not six years old.

    You weren’t this lethal when you were six years old. It’s safer if I do it. I don’t have cleavage that should come with a health warning or a brain incapable of filtering what comes out of my mouth. And move to the side. This is New York City. It’s virtually a criminal offense to block the flow of commuters. There was a hint of irritation in Frankie’s voice, enough to make Eva frown as she stuck her foot out.

    You can’t be prosecuted for being in someone’s way. What’s wrong with you this morning?

    Nothing.

    Paige exchanged glances with Eva. They both knew nothing meant something, and both knew better than to push for answers. Frankie spoke when she was ready, which was usually only after she’d bottled it up for a while. Blocking the flow of commuters could be deemed provocation. Paige said. And she was this lethal. You’ve forgotten her eighth birthday party when Freddie Major threatened to beat up Paul Matthews if she didn’t agree to marry him.

    Freddie Major. The memory drew a ghost of a smile from Frankie. I put a frog down his shirt.

    Eva shuddered. You were an evil child.

    What can I say? I’m not good with men. Of any age. Frankie thrust her can of drink into Eva’s hand. Hold that, and if you throw it in the trash our friendship is over.

    Our friendship has survived more than twenty years. I like to think it would survive me throwing your junk food in the trash.

    It wouldn’t. Athletic and supple, Frankie dropped into a crouch. Everyone is allowed a vice. Unhealthy eating is mine.

    Diet cola is not breakfast! Your eating habits are life threatening. Why won’t you let me make you a delicious kale and spinach smoothie? Eva pleaded.

    Because I like to keep my breakfast down once I’ve eaten it, and my eating habits are no more life threatening than your dress habits. Anyway, I wasn’t in a breakfast mood today. Frankie tied the laces of Eva’s bright green Converse as a river of commuters flowed past them, all intent on reaching their destination as fast as possible. She winced as someone knocked into her. Why don’t you ever do a double knot, Ev?

    Because I dressed in my sleep.

    Frankie stood up and plucked her diet cola from Eva’s hand, her hair tumbling in fiery flames past her shoulders. "Ouch! Excuse me. She adjusted her glasses and turned her head to glare at the retreating figure of a man in a suit. It’s good manners to anesthetize someone before you remove their kidneys with your briefcase. Mumbling threats under her breath, she rubbed her ribs with her hand. There are days when I want to go back to living in a small town."

    You’re kidding. You’d move back to Puffin Island? Paige shifted her bag onto the other shoulder. I don’t ever feel that way, not even when I’m on the subway and I’m so squashed it feels as if I’m being hugged by a boa constrictor. Not that the island isn’t pretty, because it is, but—it’s an island. Enough said. She’d felt marooned from civilization by the choppy waters of Penobscot Bay, smothered by a thick blanket of parental anxiety. I like living in a place where people don’t know every detail of my life.

    At times it had felt like collective parenting. Paige, why aren’t you wearing a sweater? Paige, I saw the helicopter taking you to hospital again, you poor thing. She’d felt trapped and constrained, as if someone had grasped her in a tight fist, determined to keep her from escaping.

    Life had been all about keeping her well, keeping her safe, keeping her protected, until she’d wanted to scream out the question that had burned inside her for most of her childhood—

    What was the point in being alive if you weren’t allowed to live?

    Moving to New York City was the best, most exciting thing that had ever happened to her and it was different from Puffin Island in every possible way. Some would have said worse.

    Not Paige.

    Frankie was frowning. "We all know I can’t set foot on Puffin Island again. I’d be lynched. There are a few things I miss, but one thing I don’t miss is everyone staring at me angrily because my mother has had yet another affair with a husband who doesn’t belong to her. She shoved her hair out of her eyes and finished her drink. Anger, frustration and misery radiated from her and when she scrunched the empty can in her fist her knuckles were white. At least in Manhattan there are a couple of men my mother hasn’t had sex with. Although there is officially one fewer than yesterday."

    Again? Finally Paige understood the reason her friend was so brittle. She texted you?

    Only when I didn’t answer her fourteen calls. Frankie shrugged. You were asking why I wasn’t in the mood for breakfast, Ev—apparently he was twenty-eight and banged like a barn door in a gale force wind. The level of detail kind of put me off my food. Her flippant tone did nothing to disguise how upset she was, and Paige slid her arm through Frankie’s.

    It won’t last.

    Of course it won’t last. My mother’s relationships never last. But in the time she’s with him she’ll manage to strip him of a significant quantity of his assets. Don’t feel sorry for him. I blame him as much as her. Why can’t men keep it zipped? Why don’t they ever say no?

    Plenty of guys say no. Paige thought about her own parents and their long happy marriage.

    Not the ones my mother hooks. My biggest dread is that one day I’m going to meet one of them at an event. Can you imagine that? Maybe I should change my name.

    You’re never going to bump into them. New York City is a crowded place.

    Eva took Frankie’s other arm. One day she is going to fall in love, and all this will stop.

    Oh please! Even you can’t romanticize this situation. Love has nothing to do with it, Frankie said. Men are my mother’s job. Her income. She is the CEO of the BMD corporation, otherwise known as Bleed Men Dry.

    Eva sighed. She’s very troubled.

    Troubled? Frankie stopped dead. Ev, my mother left troubled behind five stops ago. Can we talk about something else? I should never have mentioned it. It’s a guaranteed way to ruin my day and it isn’t as if it hasn’t happened before. Living in New York has many advantages, but being able to avoid my mother most of the time is the biggest one.

    Paige thought for the millionth time how lucky she was with her parents. True, they worried and fussed a bit too much, which drove her insane, but compared to Frankie’s mother they were wonderfully normal. Living in New York is the best thing that ever happened to any of us. How did we survive without Bloomingdale’s and the Magnolia Bakery?

    Or feeding the ducks in Central Park, Eva said wistfully. That’s my favorite thing. I used to do it with my grandmother every weekend.

    Frankie’s gaze softened. You miss her horribly, don’t you?

    I’m doing okay. Eva’s smile dimmed a little. Good days and bad days. It’s not as bad as it was a year ago. She was ninety-three so I can hardly complain, can I? It’s just that it feels weird not having her around. She was the one constant in my life and now she’s gone. And I have no one. I’m not connected to anyone.

    You’re connected to us, Paige said. We’re your family. We should go out this weekend. Shopping? We could hit the makeup counter at Saks Fifth Avenue and then go dancing.

    "Dancing? I love dancing." Eva wiggled her hips provocatively and almost caused another pileup.

    Frankie urged her forward. There aren’t enough gel inserts in the world to cope with shopping and dancing in the same trip. And Saturday night is movie night. I vote for a horror fest.

    Eva recoiled. No way. I’d be awake all night.

    It wouldn’t get my vote, either. Paige pulled a face. Maybe Matt would let us have chick flick night to celebrate my promotion.

    No chance. Frankie straightened her glasses. Your brother would jump off his own roof before he agreed to chick flick night. Thank goodness.

    Eva shrugged. How about going out tonight instead of Saturday? I’m never going to meet someone if I don’t go out.

    People don’t come to New York to meet someone. They come for the culture, the experience, the money—the list is long, but meeting the man you’re going to marry isn’t on it.

    So why did you come here?

    Because I needed to live somewhere big and anonymous and my best friends were here. And I love certain parts of it, Frankie conceded. I love The High Line, the Botanical Gardens and our secret little corner of Brooklyn. I love our brownstone and I will be forever grateful to your brother for letting us rent the place from him.

    Did you hear that? Eva nudged Paige. Frankie said something positive about a man.

    Matt is one of the few decent men on the planet. He’s a friend, that’s all. I happen to enjoy being single. What’s wrong with that? Frankie’s tone was cool. I am self-sufficient and proud of it. I make my own money and I answer to no one. Being single is a choice, not a disease.

    And my choice would be to not be single. That’s not wrong either, so don’t lecture me. I can’t help feeling a little despondent that the condom in my purse has passed its expiry date. Eva tucked a wayward blond curl behind her ear and skillfully steered the conversation away from relationships. "I love summer. Sundresses, flip-flops, Shakespeare in the Park, sailing on the Hudson, long evenings up on our roof terrace. I still can’t believe your brother built that. He’s so damn smart."

    Paige didn’t disagree.

    Older by eight years, her brother had left their island home long before she had. He’d chosen to start his landscape architecture business right here in New York City and now that business was thriving.

    The roof garden is heaven. Frankie increased her pace. What happened to that big piece of business in Midtown? Did that come off for him?

    Still waiting to hear, but his company is doing well.

    And now it was her turn.

    Her promotion was the next step in her life plan. It would also hopefully be another step to curing her family’s tendency to be overprotective.

    Born with a heart defect, Paige’s childhood had been a raft of hospital visits, doctors and loving parents who had struggled to hide their anxiety. Growing up, she’d felt disempowered. The day she’d left hospital after what everyone hoped was her last operation, she’d vowed to change that. Fortunately, apart from the occasional routine health check, she was free from constant medical intervention and was fine now. She knew she was one of the lucky ones and she was determined to make the most of every day. The only way to do that had been to move away from Puffin Island and so that was what she’d done.

    She had a whole new life and things were going well.

    We need to hurry. We can’t be late. Eva interrupted Paige’s thoughts.

    She cannot give us the ‘part-time’ speech when we were all working until the early hours last night.

    Paige didn’t need to ask who she was. She was Cynthia, Director of Events, and the only thing Paige didn’t love about her job. Cynthia had joined Star Events a year after Paige, and the atmosphere in the company had immediately changed. It was as if someone had emptied toxic waste into a clear mountain stream and poisoned everyone who drank from it.

    I still can’t believe she fired poor Matilda. Have either of you heard from her?

    I’ve been calling and calling, Eva said. She isn’t answering. I’m worried. She needed the job badly. I don’t have her address or I’d visit in person.

    Keep calling. And I’m going to try and persuade Cynthia to change her mind.

    What is her problem? She’s so angry all the time. If she hates the job so much, why doesn’t she leave? Every time I see her I want to apologize even though I haven’t done anything wrong. I feel as if she’s the Great White Shark at the top of the food chain and I’m a little seal she’s going to eat in one mouthful.

    Paige shook her head. She is never going to leave. Which is another reason I want this promotion. I’ll have less contact with her, more responsibility and my own accounts. She’d gain more experience and one day, hopefully not too far away, she was going to start her own business and be her own boss. She’d be the one in control.

    It was her dream, but she wasn’t prepared to stop at dreaming.

    She had a plan.

    You’ll be a brilliant boss, Eva said generously. From the day you organized my eighth birthday party, I knew you were going places. Of course it wouldn’t be hard to be a better boss than Cynthia. I heard someone say the other day that she isn’t happy until she’s made everyone cry at least once. Eva did an emergency stop beside another store window, seals and sharks forgotten in the face of retail nirvana. Do you think that top would fit me?

    Maybe, but there’s no way it’s fitting in your closet. Paige dragged her away. You need to throw something out before you buy anything new.

    Is it my fault that I get emotionally attached to things?

    Frankie walked to the other side of Eva to stop her window gazing. How can anyone be emotionally attached to clothes?

    Easy. If something good happens to me while I’m wearing something, I wear it again when I need to feel positive. For example today I’m wearing my lucky shirt to make extra sure that Paige’s promotion comes with a massive pay raise.

    How can a shirt be lucky?

    Good things have happened to me while I’ve been wearing this shirt.

    Frankie shook her head. I don’t want to know.

    Good, because I’m not telling you. You don’t know everything about me. I have a mystical side. Eva craned her neck to try and look in windows. Could I—

    No. Paige gave her a tug. You’re not mystical, Ev. You’re an open book.

    Better that than cruel and inhuman. And we all have our own, individual addictions. Frankie’s is flowers, yours is red lipstick— Eva glanced at her. That’s a nice shade. New?

    Yes. It’s called Summer Success.

    Very apt. We should celebrate tonight. Or do you think Cynthia will want to take you out?

    Cynthia doesn’t socialize. Paige had spent countless hours trying to understand her boss but still had no insight. I’ve never heard her talk about anyone or anything except work.

    Do you think she has a sex life?

    None of us has a sex life. This is Manhattan. Everyone is too busy to have sex.

    Apart from my mother, Frankie muttered.

    And Jake, Eva intervened quickly. He was at the Adams event the other night. Sexiest guy in the room. Smart, too. He gets laid regularly, but I guess being scorching hot and having that killer body helps. I can see why you had a crazy teenage crush on him, Paige.

    Paige felt as if someone had thrust a fist into her stomach. That was a long time ago.

    The thought of Jake having sex shouldn’t bother her; it really shouldn’t.

    First love is very powerful, Eva said. The feeling never quite goes away.

    So is first disappointment. That feeling never goes away, either. My crush on Jake ended a long time ago, so you can stop looking at me like that.

    But the relationship wasn’t easy.

    There were days when she wished Jake wasn’t her brother’s closest friend.

    If he’d been some random guy from her teenage years she could have moved on, laughed and forgotten about it, instead of which she was destined to carry the embarrassing memory around like a ball and chain. It was always there, clanking behind her.

    Even now, so many years later, she cringed when she thought about the things she’d said to him. Worse, the things she’d done.

    She’d been naked—

    The memory made her want to slide through a hole in the floor.

    Did he ever think about it? Because she thought about it a lot.

    Eva was still talking. I’m willing to bet he’s on a million women’s bucket lists.

    Frankie shook her head in disbelief. When people are compiling a bucket list they usually choose skydiving or a trip to Machu Picchu, all amazing life experiences, Ev.

    I’m pretty sure being kissed by Jake Romano would be an amazing life experience. Much better than skydiving, but then I’m scared of heights.

    Paige kept walking.

    She was never going to find out.

    Even when she’d thrown herself at him, Jake had never come close to kissing her.

    She’d dreamed of him being overcome by lust. Instead he’d gently disentangled himself from her clinging limbs, as if he’d suddenly found himself covered in laundry blown by the wind.

    His patient kindness had been the most humiliating blow of all. He hadn’t been fighting lust; he had been fighting her, fending her off.

    It was the first and only time she’d ever said I love you to a man. She’d been so sure he had feelings for her and the fact that she’d got it so wrong had governed all her interactions with men since. She no longer trusted her instincts.

    These days she was very, very careful with her heart. She exercised, she ate her five portions of fruit and vegetables and she focused on her work, which always proved more exciting than any of the few relationships she’d had.

    Paige paused outside the offices of Star Events and breathed deeply. She didn’t need to be thinking about Jake right before the most important meeting of her life. He had a tendency to turn her brain and her knees to jelly. She needed to focus. This is it. No more laughing. Fun is not allowed inside these walls.

    Cynthia was waiting for them by the reception desk.

    Paige felt a flash of irritation.

    Surely she could manage one small smile on a day like today?

    Fortunately even Cynthia couldn’t spoil the job for Paige. She loved it. Managing every detail and making each event a memorable occasion was fun. The most important thing for her was a happy client. As a child she’d loved organizing parties for her friends. Now it was her job, and her job was about to get a whole lot bigger.

    Anticipating the new level of responsibility lifted her spirits and she walked across the foyer with a smile on her face.

    Senior Event Manager.

    Already she had plans. Her team was going to work hard because they wanted to, not because they were afraid of repercussions. And the first thing she was going to do was find a way to hire back poor Matilda.

    Good morning, Cynthia.

    As far as I recall, your contract says nothing about working part-time.

    If anyone could kill the excitement of the moment, it was Cynthia.

    The Capital Insurance event didn’t finish until past midnight last night and the trains were packed this morning. We were—

    Taking advantage. Cynthia glanced pointedly at the clock on the wall even though she knew perfectly well what time it was. I need to see you in my office right away. Let’s get this done.

    This was a meeting about her promotion and she wanted to get this done?

    Her friends melted away, and Paige heard Eva softly humming the theme from Jaws.

    It lifted her mood.

    Working with her friends was one of the best things about this job.

    As she followed Cynthia toward her office they passed Alice, one of the junior account managers.

    Catching a glimpse of reddened eyes Paige stopped walking.

    Alice? Is everything—

    But Alice passed her quickly and Paige made a mental note to seek her out later and find out what was wrong.

    Boyfriend problems?

    Work issues?

    She knew several of the staff had been horrified that Matilda had been fired after her unfortunate accident with a tray of champagne. It had created a general atmosphere of unease. Everyone was secretly wondering who would be next.

    Following her boss into her office, Paige closed the door.

    Soon she’d be in a position to make her own decisions about staffing. In the meantime, this was her moment. She’d worked hard for it and she was going to enjoy it.

    Please let the pay raise be good.

    Eva was right, they should celebrate later. A few glasses of something cold and sparkling. And then maybe dancing. They hadn’t been dancing in ages.

    Cynthia reached for a file. As you know we’ve been looking at ways to streamline Star Events and reduce costs. I don’t need to tell you that we’re operating in a challenging market.

    I know, and I have some ideas I’d love to share with you. Paige reached for her bag but Cynthia shook her head and held up her hand.

    We’re letting you go, Paige.

    Go? Go where? It hadn’t occurred to her that promotion might mean transferring to another office. And there was only one other office. Los Angeles. The other side of the country. This, she hadn’t expected. She loved New York City. She loved living and working with her friends. I assumed I’d be staying here. Moving to Los Angeles is a big step. Although if she wanted promotion she should probably be prepared to accept that it might involve relocation. Maybe she should ask for a little time to think about it. That was acceptable, wasn’t it?

    Cynthia opened the file. Why would you think we were relocating you to Los Angeles?

    You said you were letting me go.

    We’re letting you go from Star Events.

    Paige stared at her stupidly. Excuse me?

    We’re making cuts. Cynthia leafed through the file and didn’t meet her eyes. Putting it bluntly, business has fallen off a cliff. Everyone in the hospitality industry is laying off employees and reducing hours.

    Letting her go.

    Not promoting her or moving her to Los Angeles.

    Letting her go.

    There was a buzzing in her ears. But—I’ve brought in nine major new clients in the past six months. Almost all the new business growth has been down to me and—

    We lost Adams Construction as a client.

    Shock flashed through her. What?

    Chase Adams, the owner of the most successful construction company in Manhattan, had been one of their biggest clients. It was after an event for his company that Matilda had been fired.

    Karma, Paige thought. First Cynthia had fired Matilda and now Chase Adams had fired them.

    And she was a casualty.

    I wasn’t in a position to argue. Cynthia continued. That stupid girl Matilda ruined their event.

    That’s why he fired us? Because of an accident?

    Spilling one glass of champagne might be termed an accident, but dropping an entire tray is closer to a catastrophe. Adams insisted that I get rid of her. I tried to persuade him to rethink, but he wouldn’t. The man owns half of Manhattan. He’s one of the most powerful players in this city.

    Then he didn’t need to crush poor Matilda. Paige could think of a few choice words to describe Chase Adams, none of them flattering. She certainly didn’t blame Matilda.

    It’s history. Naturally we’ll give you excellent references for your next job.

    Next job?

    She wanted this job. The job she loved. The job she’d earned.

    Her mouth was so dry it was hard to speak. Her heart pounded, a brutal reminder of how fragile life was. This morning she’d felt as if she owned the world and now control had been wrenched from her hands.

    Other people were deciding her future. Closed doors and conversations. People expecting her to wear a brave face.

    And she was an expert at that. She did it without thinking whenever life got tough, like a computer going into sleep mode.

    She knew how to bury her feelings and she buried them now.

    Stay professional, Paige.

    You told me that if I met my performance objectives I would be promoted. I exceeded them.

    The situation has changed and as a commercial operation we need to be fluid and react to the needs of the market.

    How many people? Is that why Alice was crying? She’s been laid off? Who else? Was it the same for Frankie and Eva?

    Eva had no family to turn to and Paige knew Frankie would stop eating rather than ask her mother for a single cent.

    I’m not in a position to discuss other employees with you.

    Paige sat still, battered by emotion. She felt a dizzying loss of control.

    She’d trusted her employers. They’d made big promises. She’d delivered time and time again, worked hideous hours and put her future in their hands. And this was what they did with that trust? They’d given her no warning. No hint.

    This company has grown because of me. I can show you numbers that prove it.

    We’ve worked as a team. Cynthia was cool. You are good at your job. You have a tendency to be a little too friendly toward the people who work for you, and you should say no to the client more often—that episode when you had that man’s suit express dry-cleaned in the middle of a party was beyond ridiculous—but apart from that I have no complaints. This isn’t about your work.

    I dry-cleaned his suit because he’d spilled his drink and he was trying to impress his boss. He gave us a huge piece of business after that. And I’m friendly because I like working in a happy team and a positive environment.

    Something Cynthia knew nothing about.

    Looking at her boss was like looking at a locked door. Nothing she said was ever going to open it. She was wasting her time.

    Instead of a promotion and a pay raise, she was out of a job.

    She’d have to turn to her family for help. Once again she’d be causing her parents and her brother anxiety. And their instinct would be to protect her.

    Paige felt her heart pound and instinctively lifted her palm to her chest. Through the fabric of her shirt she felt the solid shape of the little silver heart she sometimes wore hidden under her clothes.

    For a moment she was back in the hospital bed, seventeen years old, surrounded by get-well cards and balloons, waiting for her operation and scared out of her mind. Her brain had been conjuring awful scenarios when the door had opened and a doctor had strolled into the room wearing

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