One Perfect Night

by Rachael Johns

Overview

Peppa Grant's fellow employees may call their new CEO Mr. McSexy, but she's also heard that he's aloof and distant. Cameron McCormac certainly seems cold toward Christmas when she meets him at the company's annual party...but he's also the sexiest man Peppa has ever seen. And when he offers to forgive the damage she accidentally caused to his expensive car in exchange for accompanying him to his family's holiday get-together, she agrees.

Cameron needs a date to the family party to get his matchmaking relatives off his back. Their chemistry is instant and undeniable, leading to an incredible one-night stand. But Peppa wants love and family, while Cameron's only interested in temporary pleasure. When their relationship takes an unexpectedly serious turn, will he run the other way—or will he give love a second chance?

58,000 words

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9781426892912
Publisher:	Carina Press
Publication date:	12/19/2011
Sold by:	HARLEQUIN
Format:	eBook
Sales rank:	744,415
File size:	832 KB

About the Author

Rachael Johns is an English teacher by trade, a mum 24/7, a chronic arachnophobic, and a writer the rest of the time. She rarely sleeps and never irons. A lover of contemporary romance and women’s fiction. She lives in Western Australia with her hyperactive husband, three mostly-gorgeous heroes-in-training, two fat cats, a cantankerous bird and a very badly behaved dog. Rachael loves to hear from readers and can be contacted via her website – www.rachaeljohns.com, Facebook or Twitter.

Read an Excerpt

"Don't look now, but Mr. McSexy just entered the building."

"Blast." Peppa Grant spun round and did exactly what her best friend and colleague Izzy had ordered her not to. Her breathing faltered at the sight of six foot plus of unadulterated male who now towered at the entrance to the company's function room. An anxious hush fell over the previously buzzing room. As all eyes snapped to him, she tried not to quake in her costume's fairy shoes.

Until half an hour ago, Cameron McCormac had meant nothing more to Peppa than the new name at the very top of the office food chain. Now he was the man who owned the car she'd sideswiped in the car park tonight.

The dangerously handsome man who was making her pulse spike simply by standing in the doorway. "Oh, God."

As Peppa pushed her barely touched glass out of reach and let her head fall onto the table in front of her, Izzy giggled.

"It's. Not. Funny," Peppa declared when she finally looked up. Her eyes sought the company's new CEO again and she felt her heart collapse into her stomach.

"You're right," Izzy said, reaching out and stroking Peppa's hair like a mother over a sick child. "If I'd just put a prize-winning dent in the big boss's red, convertible pride and joy, I'd probably be at Sydney airport boarding a plane or planning to hitch a ride with Santa back to the North Pole."

"Hilarious." Peppa shot her friend a sarcastic smile. "Please tell me McSexy has just vanished up a chimney?"

Izzy took a sip of her chocolate mocktail, her sea-blue eyes sparking with laughter as she peered theatrically over Peppa's head. "No can do. Looks like he's doing the rounds, handing out candy canes or something to all the children. Molly must have put him up to it."

Molly, although old enough to be his mother, was Mr. McCormac's personal assistant. Rumor had it when he did anything remotely human, she'd put him up to it. She'd been with the company longer than anyone and was the brains behind this event, the annual Christmas party for children of Lyrique Recordings' employees. Peppa had a fleeting fantasy of leaving a message with Molly about her little misdemeanor in the car park but that wouldn't be right. And she hadn't been brought up to take the easy option.

"I'll do it now," she said, resting a hand on her queasy belly as she pushed herself off the stool and onto quaky feet. Although whether her shakiness was from trepidation or her gorgeous boss's sexy gait and air-of-confidence, she couldn't be sure. "Confess before I'm due on stage and then, if he has any sympathetic bones in his body, he'll let me entertain the kids before the crucifixion."

"You're such a drama queen," sighed Izzy. "The top job pays well. He has enough money to line his undies drawer in gold. You apologize. You give him the details of your insurance company. You get on with your life. Simple."

Simple. Right. But Izzy didn't know that Peppa had just switched to a budget insurance provider. As she had never needed to claim in seven years of driving, the switch had seemed a good decision at the time. The upside was low monthly rates. The downside? A mammoth deductible on claims.

Well, that faux-pas may not only have cost Peppa her car and her job, but paying back the damage to the boss's vintage Lamborghini would seriously endanger her ability to pay her mortgage. Not to mention she'd have to put her plans for an overseas holiday on hold—a holiday that had been all about helping her mind and emotions recover from the battering of the past few months.