Authors: Nikki Logan
THE MORNING AFTER
THE NIGHT BEFORE
The Flat in Notting Hill
Love and lust in the city that never sleeps!
Izzy, Tori and Poppy are living the London dreamâsharing a big flat in Notting Hill, they have good jobs, wild nights outâ¦and each other.
They couldn't be more different, but one thing is for sure: when they start falling in love they're going to be very glad they've got such good friends around to help them survive the roller coaster!
THE MORNING AFTER THE NIGHT BEFORE
by Nikki Logan
SLEEPING WITH THE SOLDIER
by Charlotte Phillips
YOUR BED OR MINE?
by Joss Wood
ENEMIES WITH BENEFITS
by Louisa George
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There's really nothing like the friendships created with the people you first apartment-shared with when you were freshly out of home. Especially if they were also your BFFs at school.
Poppy, Tori and Izzy come from different worlds, and have different hopes and aspirations, but they get each other completely. And wherever life takes them they know they're there for each other. Even when their Notting Hill flat starts to fill up with testosterone, these girls stick together.
I had a ball researching London and Notting Hill from the other side of the world in Australia, and I'm thrilled that Izzy gets to share her story with a handsome, secretive Aussie rogue.
I hope you enjoy a little workplace romanceâIzzy and Harry definitely do.
May love always find you!
lives next to a string of protected wetlands in Western Australia, with her long-suffering partner and a menagerie of furred, feathered and scaly mates. She studied film and theater at university, and worked for years in advertising and film distribution before finally settling down in the wildlife industry. Her romance with nature goes way back, and she considers her life charmed, given she works with wildlife by day and writes fiction by nightâthe perfect way to combine her two loves.
Nikki believes that the passion and risk of falling in love are perfectly mirrored in the danger and beauty of wild places. Every romance she writes contains an element of nature, and if readers catch a waft of rich earth or the spray of wild ocean between the pages she knows her job is done.
Other HarlequinÂ® KISSâ¢ titles by Nikki Logan:
His Until Midnight
My Boyfriend and Other Enemies
How to Get Over Your Ex
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To Louisa, Joss and Charlotte.
Thank you for a fabulous few months living with you in Notting Hill.
First round of drinks at Ignite is on me.
wear eleven-micron wool?
Izzy Dean could tell, even from this side of her boss's expensive desk twelve storeys up her firm's London high-rise, that Harry Mitchell's flash charcoal suit would be as soft as a kitten to touch. Her fingers practically itched to stroke the expensive fabric.
Maybe she could cop a feel as she leaned in to smack that smug grin off his designer-stubbled face.
âCareful, Dean, you look like you want to deck me.'
âDo I?' Izzy feigned. Not that he'd believe innocence from her for one moment. He was way too used to sparring with her.
Lord, as career-enders went, wouldn't that
be a spectacular way to go? Bunch up all those muscles she'd developed cleaning fast-food kitchens as a kid andâpowâset Mitchell right on his sanctimonious, perfectly sculpted arse right here in his own fishbowl office. She'd storm out amid a standing ovation from the entire downtrodden department.
A large face loomed in her blurred vision and she snapped her focus back to steady blue eyesâ
, according to the âwhat colour are his eyes?' chart in her favourite battered old chick magazine. With flecks of
Not that she'd looked him up, specificallyâ¦
He even had eyelashes like thick, fringing palm trees to go with the whole oasis thing. Except there was nothing at all quenching about Harry Mitchell's piercing stare. Instead, it smouldered like a volcanic spring that radiated heat towards her at the most inopportune moments.
Like right now.
âAnd that's why you get the big bucks, Mitchell,' she simmered, âthat incomparable attention to detail.'
âFunny that you should mention detailâ'
âThere is nothing wrong with my report!'
âNot technically, noâ¦'
She tossed her short hair back and stared him down. âAre the numbers right?'
âYou're the go-to person in the office when your colleagues can't solve something.' He glared. âOf course they're right.'
âThen the report is fine. I see no reason to waste my time doing it again.'
He speared frustrated fingers through his hair and released a waft of something delicious and masculine into the small glass office.
Not delicious smell,
she told herself.
Boss smell. Bad.
âIs “fine” really the way you'd like to be thought of up the food chain?' he asked.
Oh, come on. âI've worked here a lot longer than you. They know my work.'
âThis work?' He held up her most recent report. âOr this one?'
Izzy glanced at the plain folder he'd picked up with his other hand. âWhat is that?'
Though her bottom lip apparently knew exactly what it was. It snuck in between her teeth and surrendered to their gentle gnaw. Mitchell's focus faltered for half a heartbeat.
But he was a fast rebounder. âI pulled one of your reports from your first months at Broadmore NatÃ¡le. It's outstanding.'
Some acknowledgementâ¦ Only twelve months in the making.
But he wasn't done. âIt's nothing like today's effort. How long do you imagine you'll be able to continue trading on your early reputation, Dean?'
She flattened her hands on his desk and leaned closer. âI don't recall a Pulitzer Prize being in the essential criteria for this role.'
The folder hit his desk with a thud and his accent grew more pronounced, the way it always did when he was bad-tempered. He moved around the desk to her side and glared down at her. âYour report is flat and dull and I want to know why.'
Izzy fought hard not to let the sexy Aussie twang distract her. âPerhaps you'd like me to write you a report on the subject?'