All Work And No Play...

JULIE COHEN was born in the USA and brought up in the mountains of western Maine. There wasn’t much going on in Maine, so she made stuff up. She spent most of her childhood with her nose in a book. After gaining her first degree in English literature, she moved to England and researched fairies in children’s literature for a postgraduate degree. She started writing her first romance on a blueberry farm in Maine, and finished it on a beach in Greece. Shortly after finalling in the Romance Writers of America’s Golden Heart contest, she sold her novel Featured Attraction to Mills & Boon.

Julie lives in the south of England with her husband, who works in the music industry, and still reads everything in sight. Her other hobbies include walking, travelling, listening to loud music, watching films and eating far too much popcorn. She teaches secondary school English and is teased daily about her American accent. Visit her website at www.julie-cohen.com, and write to her at [email protected].

Dear Reader,

I love geeks.

Hold on, let’s put that another way. I love a man in glasses, who has the strength of intelligence as well as strength in body. I love a man who is passionate about his work, maybe even a bit obsessive. I love a man who is sensitive, competent, a little shy; a man who can keep a secret crush on a childhood friend like a treasure for years.

I love Superman—who wouldn’t?—but even more than that I love Clark Kent.

All of this is a roundabout way to say that I am totally in love with Jonny Cole, also known as Jay, the hero of All Work and No Play …

I also love mistaken identity stories. I scour the blurbs of romance novels looking for them, and when I find one I buy it immediately. Especially sexy mistaken identity stories, where the hero and heroine make wild, passionate love, and then discover that their partner isn’t who they thought it was … or, in the case with Jonny and Jane, that it was exactly who they thought it was, but in a sort of different way.

I also love the internet and how it lets us connect with people, become closer to them even when we can’t see them in real life. There are so many ways of falling in love … why not start with an e-mail? Or a fantasy described online?

A gorgeous geek, mistaken identities, the internet, cyber sex, a male model, and a little ironing board surfing. Wow, I had fun writing this book. I hope you enjoy reading it, too.

I love to hear from readers. Please visit my website, www.julie-cohen.com, and write to me on [email protected].

Julie Cohen

All work and no Play

Julie Cohen

www.millsandboon.co.uk

For Kathy Love, who helped me make up this story on a train from New York to Washington DC. I laughed so hard, I don’t think I breathed from Pennsylvania to Delaware.

I AM absolutely fine, I am very good at my job, and you are never going to see me cry again.

It was Jane’s inner monologue, her mantra for the morning, so strong that she had to choose her words carefully to avoid speaking it out loud as she finished up her slide presentation and answered questions on behalf of her creative team.

Particularly because the person who was asking the most questions was Gary Kaplan, the senior account manager, whom she had believed she was going to marry next June, and who had seen her crying five days before.

‘Fortunately for our time schedules,’ she continued, clicking off her slide show and shutting down her laptop, ‘the model we’ve selected for the Franco cologne campaign is available this week, so we’re starting production straight away. I’ll be seeing him and his agent for lunch after I have my design team briefing.’

‘Excellent.’ Allen Pearce, one of the advertising agency’s partners, smiled as he rose from his chair. ‘I have every confidence that my team will do the firm proud while Michael and I are in New York. Good work, Jane, Gary, and everyone.’

She’d pulled it off. She thanked Allen Pearce, thanked her team, and packed up her laptop to go back to her office. Five minutes would be enough to take a few deep breaths, compose herself, enjoy her success.

‘Jane.’

Jane stopped on her way out of the boardroom. It was Gary who’d called her back, so she made sure her expression was cheerful before she turned around.

‘Yes, Gary?’

‘Are you all right?’

Stephen and Hasan were still gathering their things from the boardroom table, so she pretended that Gary’s question was a casual enquiry.

‘Fine, thanks, Gary. And you?’

She hadn’t thought that her voice betrayed any of her emotions, but she did notice that Stephen and Hasan pulled together their papers and pens more quickly and headed for the door. Hasan caught her eye as he left and gave her half a smile, which, she thought, sickeningly, was probably sympathetic.

Once the other members of the team were gone, she stepped all the way back into the room and closed the door. The boardroom was, like every room in Pearce Grey Advertising Agency, ultra-modern and minimalist, with white walls and grey streamlined furniture. Sometimes she found the blank space conducive to creativity, but right now she found it cold.