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Автор Fielding Liz
Ordered to attend a romance writers’ workshop in order to get in touch with his ‘feminine’ side, the last thing bestselling thriller writer Tom Garrick expects is to meet the woman who lied to him and broke his heart—his wife!
Mary Harrington was convinced she’d moved on from Tom, but one glimpse of her ex’s gorgeous face and she knows she’s been lying to herself! And, thanks to a hotel mix-up, she’s now sharing a room with him! Sparks fly, but will this fling be for one night only, or can they find a way towards forever?
Secret Wedding
Liz Fielding
Table of Contents
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
Begin your story at a moment of crisis, a point in time when your character’s life is about to change for ever.
—Mollie Blake’s Writing Workshop Notes
TOM GARRICK couldn’t believe he was doing this. He wrote bestselling thrillers for men. His readers didn’t want emotional guff polluting the action. Women were included for the sole purpose of providing sex and sympathy while they fixed up his hero’s wounds. And to bump up the body count. He almost smiled. Almost.
“The books are still selling really well,” his publisher had told him, “But you seem to have lost that wonderful humanity women readers loved. Get back in touch with your feminine side, Tom. ” The man hadn’t been making a suggestion. He’d meant it. “Women buy a lot of books. ”
Tom didn’t have a feminine side. Not any more.
As for spending his weekend being lectured on how to raise the “sigh” factor in his books … He said something rude, his mood deteriorating as he manoeuvred his sports car towards the gothic pile that was the venue for a weekend workshop with bestselling romance novelist Mollie Blake.He repeated his curse, stocking up against his entry into a sugar-pink, expletive-free zone.
Mollie Blake was not happy as she shifted gears, grinding the motor slightly. She didn’t do signings, or talk shows, and she sure as heck didn’t do workshops. But when your sweetheart of a publisher had promised a friend, had gone down on his knees, had been desperate enough to offer the loan of his precious car because it had a phone and she’d never be out of touch …
Late, she put her foot down on the accelerator.
Tom cruised the packed car park. The venue, at least, was a bonus. The hotel had once been used as a set for low-budget horror movies, and the weekend might be considerably enlivened by devising grisly literary ends for other members of the workshop. He grinned. He’d think up something really special for Ms Mollie Blake.
Mollie’s car phone rang and her heart gave a little lift as she pressed the hands-free button to answer it. “Hi, sweetheart …” Then, “Can you hold on a minute, darling? I need to park. ”
