The helicopter lands on top of an elegant high-rise hotel in midtown Manhattan. The hostess step out onto the rooftop in their most elegant little black cocktail dresses and survey their surroundings.
Lilly sighs as she looks out over the skyline. "Wow! What a breath-taking view!"
"Isn't it just lovely?" LaVerne adds.
Mac smiles, but looks just a bit disappointed. "Thank you my sister hostesses. A party atop a hotel to celebrate my new release will be fun."
"No time to dawdle, ladies," Lyn, says as she ushers the hostesses toward an elevator that will take them down to the lobby. "We have an entire evening planned."
"Oh yes," Mary adds. "And since there is snow on the ground and New York is already
"But what about my party?" Mac asks. "I don't want to miss Jane and Gabe."
"No worries," LaVerne says in her adorable accent. "The party is across town in one of the most exclusive party venues in Manhattan. This hotel is just where we'll be staying over the weekend. "Don't worry. You're going to love it."
LaVerne and Lilly each take one of Mac's arms and guide her onto the elevator. Once on the street,
Snow glistens like diamonds under the street lights as the carriage clip-clops along to its final destination.
Outside The Plaza, the streets are already decorated for Christmas.
"Just wait until you see the inside," Lyn gushes. "The ball room is the most elegant thing I have ever seen."
The hostess rush inside and Oliver greets them at the door. He smiles and then ushers them to an elegant marble staircase.
Mac brushes a tear from her eye and glances upward at the ceiling. Her gaze widens when she notices the elegant painting above her head. "Beautiful!" She sighs. "Everything is just perfect."
Across the room, chandeliers light a dance floor where some of her guests are enjoying a waltz while waiters setup elegant tables with gourmet meals worthy of any 5-star restaurant.
"Everything looks delicious. Doesn't it Mac?" Lilly asks, licking her lips. "I can't wait to dig in."
Lyn laughs. "You'd look ridiculous in sweats at this swanky place. But I sure wish I could have worn more comfortable shoes." She looks down at her large, strappy heels and wiggles her toes.
"Those boats you call Birkenstocks wouldn't fit in with the decor here either," Mary says with a pout.
Mac beams as she looks around the elegant ballroom. "Thank you all for foregoing comfort for my party. I must admit, I wanted elegant to impress Gabe since he's loaded, but you ladies have outdone yourselves. This is fabulous."
LaVenre nods in agreement. "Absolutely! I want to eat now and dance later. Do you think Jane will let me dance with Gabe."
Mac smiles. "You'll just have to wait and see."
Lyn pouts. "That's what you said when I asked how your books ends."
"I won't tell you how it ends, but after we eat, I'll share an excerpt. Just be patient," Mac says.
After the hostess find their seats, Lyn, Mary, Lilly, and LaVerne raise their glasses high. "To Mac!"
For Jane Whitmore, agreeing to switch identities with her best friend seems like innocent fun, but spending a romantic night in Paris with a man who doesn't know her real name turns out to be a lark gone bad. When their one night of passion proves to have lasting results, tracking down Gabe Sutton and telling him he’s about to be the father of her child is just another calamity Jane would rather avoid. After years of avoiding long-term romantic entanglements, Gabe has found a woman he might just be able to build a life with, only to have her disappear. When he finally finds her, his belief in happily-ever-after staggers under the weight of deception, and looming fatherhood leaves him with two choices: fight her for custody of his future child or cling to the promise of true love.
“Michael said you were lovely. He didn’t do you justice.”
Chaos erupted in her belly as if thousands of butterflies had suddenly taken flight. Setting down her glass, she dismissed the manic fluttering and dragged in a calming breath. The dark-haired devil sitting across from her with intent green eyes and a come-to-me-baby drawl would fluster any woman with a pulse, even one with a natural cynicism for situations like this. She might be a round plug in a family of square holes, but she’d been raised in the world of corporate finance and recognized his words for what they were. Gabe Sutton thought he was flattering the daughter of a very powerful business associate. As the only daughter of Thomas Whitmore, CEO of Whitmore Financial Industries, Jane had been on the receiving end of similar praises over the years…for exactly the same purpose.
A wry smile curved her lips. “That’s kind of you, but, about…my father. I’m sorry he roped you into including me tonight. He means well, but he can be pushy.”
A trace of humor flashed in his eyes. “He isn’t exactly subtle, is he?”
“No, he isn’t.” She shrugged. “We’ve met, which is what he was after. Once he learns his plan didn’t work out, he’ll move on to the next…candidate.”
He sprawled back and his thickly lashed eyes narrowed as they roamed her face. “Candidate? This isn’t the first time your father has set you up like this, I take it?”
Author bio:Wife, mother and really young grandmother, Mac lives with her high school sweet heart husband, a neurotic Pomeranian, and a blind cat. She calls Phoenix home because the southwest feeds her soul. Though her friends claim she’s a princess, she disagrees. After all, one can’t raise two rambunctious boys to wonderful men without getting a little dirt under their nails. A lover of the romance genre, her resolve to share her stories with others was sharpened by a bout with breast cancer. Today she is an award-winning, multi-published author and seven year survivor, living the dream.
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