Her Favourite Rival

Her Favourite Rival
Sarah Mayberry

Audrey Mathews has worked hard to get here. Now she’s up for a promotion and nothing will stand in her way – Including Zach Black. He’s hot, smart and the competition. When they’re assigned to the same project she’s shocked at how much she actually likes about him… and how much she misjudged him.Before long Audrey is seriously falling for Zach – and indulging in an affair that's against company policy. And the stakes raise when it’s clear only one of them can get ahead. So where do they draw the line between competition and love?Especially when she doesn’t want to lose either the promotion or the guy…

A new meaning for office politics

Audrey Mathews has worked hard to get here. Now she’s up for a promotion and nothing will stand in her way—including Zach Black. He’s hot, smart and the competition. When they’re assigned to the same project, she’s shocked at how much she actually likes about him…and how much she misjudged him.

Before long Audrey is seriously falling for Zach—and indulging in an affair that’s against company policy. And the stakes rise when it’s clear only one of them can get ahead. So where do they draw the line between competition and love? Especially when she doesn’t want to lose either the promotion or the guy….

“You enjoy laughing at me, don’t you?”

That wasn’t what Audrey had intended to say to Zach at all. But it was too late to retract her words.

“Why would I want to laugh at you?” he asked.

Because he thought he was better than her. Because it was the way of handsome, entitled, arrogant men to be amused by lessor beings.

But she wasn’t about to say either of those things out loud. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. Instead, she braved through with the most obvious—and innocuous—response.

“Because you always smile when you see me.”

His eyebrows shot up, as though she’d astonished him. “Did it ever occur to you that maybe—crazy idea—I might actually enjoy your company?”

It was her turn to be astonished. They’d spent so little time together it was impossible for him to enjoy her company. “No. You and I come from very different places in the world.”

He stared at her. Up close, his eyes appeared almost gray instead of dark blue. The gunmetal color of the ocean before a storm.

“You know what?” he said slowly. “I’m going to take that as a compliment.”

Dear Reader,

In our household, this book will forever be known as The Lost Book. See, just as I hit Save at around the 70,000 word mark, my hard drive died. And I hadn’t backed up in quite a while. As you can imagine, there were tears and wailing and banging of heads against hard surfaces. Then I calmed down and found a data recovery company who worked magic and salvaged my book.

It took them three weeks to accomplish the miracle and I lived in hope the entire time. I also thought about Audrey and Zach’s story. A lot. By the time I got the manuscript back, I knew I had to sacrifice almost a third of my word count to take the story in a new direction. But I did it, because I was confident I knew Audrey and Zach by then and I knew what their story needed to be.

As you can imagine, writing this one has been a bit of an obstacle course, but I was desperate for these two slightly damaged souls to understand they needed to be together, so I hung in there. I hope the effort was worth it and you enjoy Zach and Audrey’s story.

Happy reading,

Sarah Mayberry

PS—I love to hear from readers! Contact me through my website at www.sarahmayberry.com (http://www.sarahmayberry.com).

Her Favorite Rival

Sarah Mayberry

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

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Sarah Mayberry lives by the sea near Melbourne, Australia, with her husband and a small black cavoodle called Max. She is currently enjoying her recently renovated house—complete with gorgeous new kitchen!—and feeling guilty about her overgrown garden. When she’s not writing, she can be found reading, cooking, gardening, shoe shopping and enjoying a laugh with friends and family. Oh, and sleeping. She is inordinately fond of a “nana nap.”

Where to start with all the thanks?

My brother, for holding my hand through the initial crisis.

All my fabulous writing friends who texted or tweeted or emailed to let me know this had happened to them and to hang in there and hope, with a particular nod to the fabulous Anna Campbell.

My editor, Wanda, for being so damn unflappable and positive and believing, as always, in me.

And Chris, for your wonderful calm and for making me laugh when I didn’t think I could and for all the ferrying to and fro of computer bits... You are, indeed, the shiz, my love.

Last, but not least, to Max, for all the licks and snuffles and walks and cuddles. Whatever did we do without you?

Contents

Chapter One (#u22485a87-2002-5b98-aad1-306e22efdbe7)

Chapter Two (#u604201eb-86c1-50a0-ba29-cc3988a86a0a)

Chapter Three (#u6f57a0e2-3575-5866-90d3-07430424a6ca)

Chapter Four (#u8211e8be-eb87-5aeb-84dc-0b3989e0231a)

Chapter Five (#u6637058e-5bbd-5621-9346-4a110125edaa)

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)

Chapter Fourteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Fifteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Sixteen (#litres_trial_promo)