Not far away from where she stood was the head table where Christie was sitting, currently sending meaningful glances her way. The lights of Auckland’s harbor were visible through the big windows that lined one side of it, small twinkles of color that echoed the fairy lights strung around the interior of the ballroom. The waterfront hotel where her best friend, Christie, and her tech billionaire husband were having their reception was beautiful. The guy might have been sexy as all hell, but quite frankly there was only so long a girl could stand there admiring him. She’d tried to make nice after Caleb had abandoned her because (1) since Compass Media had bought Total Tech, that made Luke the big boss and she couldn’t ignore him, and (2) he was Caleb Steele and Joseph Ashton’s friend and since this was Joseph’s wedding, she couldn’t blow him off, no matter how awful the conversation.īut after five minutes of feeling as if she were playing a one-way tennis match, where she kept serving conversational balls without any answering volley, she’d given up and turned around to watch the dance floor instead. Luke McNamara, owner of the media company that had bought Total Tech, the magazine where she worked, only last month. The man with the biggest stick up his butt she’d ever seen. The man she’d been trying to avoid for the past few hectic days leading up to Christie and Joseph’s wedding. The man Caleb had just dumped on her before he walked off not ten minutes earlier. She knew exactly who that deep, dark masculine voice belonged to. Marisa, leaning up against a pillar in the hotel ballroom, didn’t turn around. The author acknowledges the copyrighted or trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction: Aston Martin, Volvo, Bugatti Veyron, Ferrari, Jaguar, Jacuzziĭad, I know you won’t ever read this book, but this one’s for you. Manufactured in the United States of America Visit our website at Edited by Libby Murphy For information regarding subsidiary rights, please contact the Publisher. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce, distribute, or transmit in any form or by any means. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.Ĭopyright © 2013 by Jackie Ashenden.
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