The Delicious De Campos: The Divorce Party
The Divorce PartyLilly shows up to her lavish divorce party with one goal in mind – to leave as quickly as possible, minus a husband! Except he has other plans… and Riccardo De Campo isn’t easy to deny. Back in Riccardo’s glittering, gossip-fuelled world, Lilly finds the price of perfection is too high! And their desire has consequences…An Exquisite ChallengeWine magnate Gabe De Campo fired his PR company three weeks before the most anticipated launch event the industry’s ever seen. Enter Alexandra Anderson. These two have always been a lethal combination, but can they ignore the powerful attraction between them…or is it only a matter of time before their passion is unleashed?The Truth About De CampoMatteo De Campo is every woman's wildest fantasy and wanting a multi-million-dollar deal with Quinn’s family's company. But Quinn must remain impartial, yet although she knows how desperately Matteo needs this chance. Still just one glimpse of his inner demons is enough to make her question everything…
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The Delicious De Campos
The Divorce Party
An Exquisite Challenge
The Truth About De Campo
Jennifer Hayward
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Jennifer Hayward
âYou threw your fifty-thousand-dollar engagement ring off the Brooklyn Bridge?â
Lilly shows up to her lavish divorce party with one goal in mindâto leave as quickly as possible minus a husband! Except he has other plansâ¦and Riccardo De Campo isnât easy to say ânoâ to.
Forced back into Riccardoâs glittering, gossip-fueled world, the price of perfection is still too high and Lillyâs old insecurities resurface. An unexpected consequence of their reunion raises the stakes even higher, and the mediaâs golden couple must finally confront the truth behind the headlines.
Congratulations to Jennifer Hayward, winner of Harlequinâs 2012 So You Think You Can Write competition!
JENNIFER HAYWARD has been a fan of romance and adventure since filching her sisterâs Harlequin Presents novels to escape her teenage angst.
Jennifer penned her first romance at nineteen. When it was rejected, she bristled at her motherâs suggestion that she needed more life experience. She went on to complete a journalism degree, before settling into a career in public relations. Years of working alongside powerful, charismatic CEOs and travelling the world provided perfect fodder for creating the arrogant alpha males she loves to write about.
A suitable amount of life experience under her belt, she sat down and conjured up the sexiest, most delicious Italian wine magnate she could imagine, had him make his biggest mistake and gave him a wife on the run. That story, THE DIVORCE PARTY, won her Harlequinâs So You Think You Can Write contest and a book contract. Turns out Mother knew best
A native of Canadaâs gorgeous east coast, Jennifer now lives in Toronto with her Viking husband and their young Viking-in-training. She considers the meetings of her ten-year-old book club, comprising some of the most amazing women sheâs ever met, as sacrosanct dates in her calendar. And some day they will have their monthly meeting at her fantasy beach house, waves lapping at their feet, wine glasses in hand.
You can find Jennifer on Facebook and Twitter.
For my husband, Johan, who gave me the chance to fly.
And Sharon Kendrick, Connie Flynn and Linda Style for being the most amazing mentors a writer could have.
IT WAS GOING to be bad.
Lilly Anderson winced and put a hand to her pounding head. If she held herself in just that position, with the pressure building in her head like the vicious storms that picked up intensity across the plains of the midwest, it might not become a full-on migraine.
Might not.
Except staying in the dim confines of Riccardoâs Rolls-Royce, driven by his long-time driver Tony, wasnât an option tonight. She was late for her own divorce party. Excessively late for the one thing that would give her what she wanted above all else. Her freedom from her husband.
âOh, my God.â
Her twin sister Alex made a sound low in her throat. âHow can they print this stuff?â
âWhat?â
âNothing.â
âAlex, read it to me.â
âItâs Jay Kaikenâs column. You donât want me to.â
âRead it.â
âOkay, but I warned you.â She cleared her throat. âIn whatâs expected to be the most scandalous, juiciest, talked-about water cooler event of the season, billionaire wine magnate Riccardo De Campo and former Iowa farmgirl-turned-sports-physiotherapist Lilly De Campo host their divorce party tonight. I once suggested they were the only passionately in love couple left in New York. But apparently even that fairytale doesnât actually exist. Rumors of heartthrob Riccardoâs infidelity surfaced and this once solid marriage ended up in the toilet. So itâs with mixed feelings that I bid this partnership adieu tonight. I have the invite and will bring you all the salacious details.â
She crumpled up the tabloid and threw it on the floor. âHeâs such an SOB.â
Lilly closed her eyes, a fresh wave of nausea rolling over her. No matter how many times sheâd envisioned this moment, this freedom from Riccardo, she had never envisioned this. Nor the insanely mixed feelings she had right about now.
