Donovan. No matter how diligently she tried to focus on her overflowing workload of upcoming book releases and cl

to write. She had met more than her fair share of overly confident male writers over the years - egotistical blokes puffed up with misguided literary amb

assion burning in his warm brown eyes whenever he spoke about the story and characters he had poured his heart and soul into crafting. Or maybe it was the intriguing contradiction between

r usually unflappable demeanor. She found herself replaying their first meeting

hat had awoken something utterly primal within her, setting her senses unexpectedly alight... The devastating charm of his lopsided grin as he gazed

nfatuation had to stop. She was Amelia Lucinda Sinclair - Manhattan's preeminent literary gatekeeper whose finely-honed discernment and literary sensibil

hinge her celebrated powers of critical detachment was frankly humiliating the more she dwelled on it. Why on earth woul

infatuation spurred on by the erotically-charged rush of new physical awareness she hadn't felt in longer than she could remember? Or did her unshakable f

she had some answers. As much as she loathed admitting any chinks in her professional armor, the reality was that Lucas Donovan had burrowed his way beneath her c

er-loyal personal assistant, looked up from her desk with a friendly smile that swiftly morphed into a mildly concerned furrow of the brow. No doubt the

Sinclair," Marissa

he brushed past Marissa toward her office, turning back only to drop the Donovan manuscript squarely onto

"See if you can dig up any other published works, writing samples, biographical details - anything beyond just this initial submission. I want

ulation of whether Love's Improbable Journey was a worthwhile artistic and commercial investment for Klei

ut on the Donovan manuscript. Just a few days ago, she had dismissed it as silly romantic trifle utterly unworthy

?" the puzzled assistant replied. "You seemed pretty firm

I had the opportunity to more fully evaluate the material on its own merits," she said in a tone she hoped conveyed clinical objectivity. "For all we know this Donovan fellow c

slipping in a most uncharacteristic way. She considered herself reasonably adept at hiding her cards in most situations - especially when it came to projecting an aura of composed, unimpeachable discer

ular dilemma seemed to have taken on a life of its own entirely outside her control. Whatever the undeniable gravitational pull

unflappable professional decorum, Amelia couldn't shake the growing sense that unraveling this confounding

art of her couldn't deny the unmistakable hint of exhilar