She’s a breath of fresh country air...
...in his big-city life!
When Jessica Winton’s dream job falls into her lap, she’s thrust from a small town into bustling Manhattan—and faced with tycoon Jamie Gilbert-Cooper. Her notoriously steely new boss is infamously tough to please, so Jessica’s stunned when he reluctantly takes her under his wing! As she comes alive in this exciting new world, she wonders: How much of that’s because of Jamie?
A Fairytale Summer!
Can the magic of friendship lead to love?
Once upon a time...
Jessica, Daisy and Aubrey left a Copenhagen music festival as lifelong friends after coming to the rescue of an adorable dog and his eternally grateful owner. What they didn’t realize is that they’d also left the festival with...
...a fairy godmother
CEO Vivian Ascot has watched over the three women ever since their extraordinary act of kindness. And it saddens her to see how they’ve gradually lost sight of their dreams over the years. So, this summer she anonymously bequeaths each of the girls a special gift to nudge them toward...
...happy-ever-after
They just need to find the courage to believe that each of Viv’s gifts could bring them a lifetime of happiness—and to embrace romance along the way!
Discover Jessica’s story in Cinderella’s New York Fling by Cara Colter
And look out for Daisy’s and Aubrey’s stories
Coming soon!
Dear Reader,
Enchantment.
At the heart of every successful romance story is that sense of being transported into a world where magic can happen, where an ordinary life can be transformed and where a fairy tale can unfold when it is least expected.
My relationship with the other writers in this series, A Fairytale Summer!, might sound like the beginning of a joke: once there was a Canadian, an Englishwoman and an Australian... But, in actual fact, the experience has been an absolute dream.
Sophie Pembroke and Ally Blake bring voices to this series that are fun, fresh and young. Their ideas have been bold, creative and inspiring. I can’t wait for you, the reader, to fall in love with them as much as I have!
As a writer, it is so rewarding to be the one who waves the magic wand. Welcome to the summer enchantment that Sophie, Ally and I have created just for you.
With best wishes,
Cara Colter
Cinderella’s New York Fling
Cara Colter
Cara Colter shares her life in beautiful British Columbia, Canada, with her husband, nine horses Thanand one small Pomeranian with a large attitude. She loves to hear from readers, and you can learn more about her and contact her through Facebook.
Books by Cara Colter
Harlequin Romance
A Crown by Christmas
Cinderella’s Prince Under the Mistletoe
The Vineyards of Calanetti
Soldier, Hero...Husband?
Housekeeper Under the Mistletoe
The Wedding Planner’s Big Day
Swept into the Tycoon’s World
Snowbound with the Single Dad
His Convenient Royal Bride
Tempted by the Single Dad
Visit the Author Profile page at Harlequin.com for more titles.
To Ally Blake and Sophie Pembroke.
There was a knock on my door one day, and two lovely strangers stood there and said, “Can you come out and play?”
Praise for
Cara Colter
“Ms. Colter’s writing style is one you will want to continue to read. Her descriptions place you there.... This story does have a HEA but leaves you wanting more.”
—Harlequin Junkie on His Convenient Royal Bride
Contents
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Epilogue
Excerpt from Bound by the Prince’s Baby by Jessica Gilmore
PROLOGUE
IT ALL HAPPENED so quickly.
But then, that is probably what most people would say of a catastrophe. One hardly gets out of bed in the morning meticulously planning for disaster. No, it has a tendency to spring on one when it is least expected. At my advanced age—seventy-four—things going awry should hardly take me by surprise.
But they do, and it did.
I was walking through Faelledparken, delighted with both my escape from my tiresome head of security and with how the famous Copenhagen park had been transformed for the Annual Ascot Music Festival, held in a different country every summer.
The park had been turned into a lovely little village of colorful tents that featured all kinds of drinks, food, trinkets and souvenirs. There were smaller stages scattered throughout for some of the less well-known singers and bands to perform. Street performers juggled and did cartwheels and magic tricks.
This year’s festival was titled Carlene to Celine and Everything in Between. I thought it was very catchy and modern, though one of the PR men—they prefer the term “marketing executive” now—had the audacity to roll his eyes when I suggested it. I wished, for a very brief moment, that the super suave, I’m the expert on everything man, with his hyphenated name, was walking with me to see how that title was displayed everywhere, eclipsed by the much larger Ascot Presents.
The name Ascot even eclipsed Carlene, which, of course, was my intention, though I would act properly horrified if anyone pointed it out as the shameless publicity move for Ascot that it was. When I took my inherited family fortune to the next level—the Ascot brand was now a household name in products that ranged from pharmaceuticals to kitchen faucets—I learned that women in business had to be shrewd and smart, and very careful not to let anyone know just how shrewd and how smart they were.
Carlene herself, the headline act, would be performing in about fifteen minutes and throngs of people were heading through the park to the stadium. Certainly no one took any notice at all of me, a gracious elderly lady in a colorful head scarf, sunglasses and a sweater that was...er...perhaps a touch bulky.
It was all very exciting, and there was a kind of energy to the crowd that was invigorating. But little by little I began to feel that familiar bombardment that reminded me why I avoided crowds.
That man needs some vitamin C.
That woman needs a baby.
The thoughts were coming faster and faster and were followed by a heightened perception of the crowds being quite crushing and the evening being very warm.
I hadn’t exactly counted
