A new meaning for office politics
Audrey Mathews has worked hard to get here. Now sheâs up for a promotion and nothing will stand in her wayâincluding Zach Black. Heâs hot, smart and the competition. When theyâre assigned to the same project, sheâs shocked at how much she actually likes about himâ¦and how much she misjudged him.
Before long Audrey is seriously falling for Zachâand indulging in an affair thatâs against company policy. And the stakes rise when itâs clear only one of them can get ahead. So where do they draw the line between competition and love? Especially when she doesnât want to lose either the promotion or the guyâ¦.
âYou enjoy laughing at me, donât you?â
That wasnât what Audrey had intended to say to Zach at all. But it was too late to retract her words.
âWhy would I want to laugh at you?â 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 wasnât about to say either of those things out loud. She wouldnât give him the satisfaction. Instead, she braved through with the most obviousâand innocuousâresponse.
âBecause you always smile when you see me.â
His eyebrows shot up, as though sheâd astonished him. âDid it ever occur to you that maybeâcrazy ideaâI might actually enjoy your company?â
It was her turn to be astonished. Theyâd spent so little time together it was impossible for him to enjoy her company. âNo. You and I come from very different places in the world.â
He stared at her. Up close, his eyes appeared almost gray instead of dark blue. The gunmetal color of the ocean before a storm.
âYou know what?â he said slowly. âIâm going to take that as a compliment.â
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 hadnât 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 Zachâs 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 Audreyâs story.
Happy reading,
Sarah Mayberry
PSâI love to hear from readers! Contact me through my website at www.sarahmayberry.com.
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 houseâcomplete with gorgeous new kitchen!âand feeling guilty about her overgrown garden. When sheâs 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 ânana nap.â
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 didnât 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?
CHAPTER ONE
IT WAS STILL dark when Audrey Mathews used her swipe card to enter Makers Hardware Cooperativeâs headquarters on the southern outskirts of Melbourne. Her new shoes pinched her feet as she made her way to her office, but she figured the pain was worth it. The new CEO, Henry Whitman, started today, and she wanted to look sleek and professional and sharp when she met him. She wanted him to take one look at her and know she was up for anything he might throw at herâincluding a promotion.
Hence her best suit and new shoes and sleek updo.
Her stomach did a slow roll as she remembered the profile on Whitman sheâd read over the weekend. She was a big believer in being prepared, and sheâd dug up a bunch of old Business Review Weekly articles on her new boss. To an article, they described him as ruthless, hard-nosed and utterly unsentimental; a man who habitually cut companies to the bone to produce results. One article had even reported that his employees referred to him as the Executioner.