After the Party

After the Party
Jackie Braun

You’re cordially invited to…Ella Sanborn loves a good party. Back in her socialite days she used to be the life and soul of them! Now, however, Ella’s on the other side of the invitation – organising parties rather than attending them. But Ella’s no quitter. She’ll become New York’s premier events planner even if it kills her! Which working with strait-laced new client Chase Trumbull might well do…Chase has been too busy saving his family’s business to find much to laugh about recently. He might have agreed to throw a themed party, but that doesn’t mean he’s off duty just yet! Until he meets Ella. Something about her tempts him to loosen his tie, take off his suit jacket and finally have some fun…

Ella’s heart stuttered in her chest. Is he going to kiss me again?

She answered the question herself. “I’m not going to wait to find out.”

“Excuse me?” Chase said.

“Never mind.” She laughed. And then, since the man stood within easy reach, she grabbed the lapels of his suit coat and hauled him closer for a kiss.

He blinked in surprise when her lips met his, but then his hands clamped onto her waist and she felt his fingers dig into her flesh through the suit’s gabardine as he pulled her closer. That, as much as the low groan that emanated from the back of his throat, told her he was as turned on as she was.

Ella closed her eyes and gave herself over to the moment.

Dear Reader

I am sometimes asked if I base my characters—especially my heroines—on myself. While little pieces of my personality can undoubtedly be found in most of my heroines, in Ella Sanborn’s case she is definitely a figment of my imagination. Which, I have to say, is what made her a blast to write.

Oh, to be that free-spirited and fun! I am much more conservative in both dress and personality.

And, while I am certainly not a pessimist by nature, Ella is so optimistic and resilient that I can only hope I would be the same when faced with similar circumstances.

I admire people who, rather than remaining on the mat, get up and keep fighting after life knocks them flat.

My hero, Chase, is a fighter, too. Although he and Ella, of course, approach problems very differently. He is much more analytical and serious, whereas she laughs in the face of adversity.

I hope you enjoy Ella and Chase’s story as much as I enjoyed writing it. Drop me a line with your comments. You can find me on Twitter, Facebook or through my website, www.jackiebraun.com. I look forward to hearing from you.

Happy reading!

Jackie Braun

After the Party

Jackie Braun

www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)

JACKIE BRAUN is the author of more than two dozen romance novels. She is a three-time RITA

Award finalist, a four-time National Readers’ Choice Awards finalist, the winner of a Rising Star Award in traditional romantic fiction and was nominated for Series Storyteller of the Year by RT Book Reviews in 2008. She lives in Michigan with her husband and two sons, and can be reached through her website at www.jackiebraun.com

This and other titles by Jackie Braun are available in eBook format from www.millsandboon.co.uk

For Mom. With all my love.

Contents

Prologue (#u7d910e4b-5d87-5dd3-bacf-1c74af52b969)

Chapter One (#uf81887b2-dda9-515d-b286-f83d1c9a6e62)

Chapter Two (#u3691a715-89bb-5ee2-bb06-66f309bb78ef)

Chapter Three (#u3f7ceff0-557e-5fef-ae98-52119a55d28b)

Chapter Four (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Five (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Six (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)

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PROLOGUE

“I see a handsome man in your future.”

Ella Sanborn fought the urge to roll her eyes at the older woman reading her palm. Ella could be naive at times. She was too trusting for her own good, or so she had been told on more than one occasion. And she was superstitious, hence today’s visit to a fortune-teller. But she wasn’t a complete fool. She was pretty sure Madame Maroushka told every young, unattached woman who darkened her door the very same thing.

But finding a man wasn’t what had brought Ella here. She leaned over the table and studied the lines that crisscrossed her opened hand, wishing she could make sense of them herself.

“What about a job? Do you see anything on there about a job? Preferably one with decent hours, paid holidays and medical benefits.”

Madame Maroushka’s scarf-wrapped head jerked up. In her heavily accented English, she asked, “You are single, no?”

“Yes.”

“But you are not interested in a man?”

“I’m not.” She said it resolutely, thinking of her ex-boyfriend, Bradley Farmington.

He’d been as loyal as a prostitute, dumping her right after her father’s legal troubles began. So much for true love. After the insider-trading charges leveled against Oscar were dropped, Bradley had sent her a note of apology. He felt bad about the way he’d handled things and claimed that he’d never really believed her father was guilty of anything. He’d been overly worried about his pending membership into an elite Manhattan social club. Ella forgave Bradley for bailing on her. She figured he’d done her a favor. He’d shown his true colors. A lot of her so-called friends had.