A Convenient Groom. Darcy Maguire
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Dear Reader,
I went to a friend’s wedding recently and was touched deeply by the ceremony, by the exchange of vows, by the circle of warmth encapsulating the bride and groom.
I felt how being near those totally and utterly in love has a lasting impact on all who share that moment.
I wanted to write about the women behind the scenes, the ones who make those special days happen, the ones who play fairy godmother, helping to create a memory built on love that extends beyond the span of days, months and years. The ones who, no matter how expert they are at helping others, can’t quite sort out their own lives.
I hope you enjoy reading their stories as much as I enjoyed writing them.
Best Wishes,
Darcy Maguire wanted to grow up to be a fairy, but her wings never grew, her magic never worked and her life was no fairy tale. But one thing she knew for certain was that she was going to find her soul mate and live happily ever after. Darcy found her dark and handsome hero on a blind date, married him a year later and found that love truly is the soul of creativity. With four children too young to play matchmaker for (yet!) Darcy satisfies the romantic in her by finding true love for her fictional characters. It was this passion for romance, and her ability to sit still every day, that led to the publication of her first novel, Her Marriage Secret. Darcy lives in Melbourne, Australia, and loves to read widely, sew and sneak off to the movies without the kids.
Books by Darcy Maguire
HARLEQUIN ROMANCE®
3745—HER MARRIAGE SECRET
3754—ACCIDENTAL BRIDE
3801—A PROFESSIONAL ENGAGEMENT*
3805—THE BEST MAN’S BABY*
A Convenient Groom
Darcy Maguire
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CONTENTS
CHAPTER ONE
‘HEY, I lost my phone number…can I have yours?’
The nasal whine to the man’s voice didn’t give Riana Andrews any encouragement; neither did the pick-up line.
She shook her head vehemently and stared into her cocktail without even looking at the man. She wasn’t at this club to get a guy—she already had someone in her life. So Stuart may have said he was too busy to see her this week—she lifted her chin—she was busy too.
She looked at her watch. Where was Maggie? She was meant to be here by now…
Maggie was her best friend-cum-co-worker. She’d persuaded Riana to come to the trendy club to convince a top photographer to rearrange his schedule so he could shoot her gowns. It was cutting it close for time but she needed the work done before her debut into the big world of fashion next week. Everyone would want photos of her designs—she hoped.
She was fine with waiting at the bar, except for the guys with the corny pick-up lines that seemed to be rife tonight. Riana had heard about all the lines in existence and then some in the last half-hour.
She picked up her drink and swung around on the bar stool. She had to admit the club was up-market. The Spot stood on prime real estate in the centre of Sydney, drawing in its clientele from all the young up-and-comings that lived, partied and socialised in the inner city.
The Spot was tall, wide and solid stone, an old building with classic architecture of times gone by, and someone had had the brilliant idea of turning it into a trendy little club.
The music pumped out of speakers set well back in the room, wound up to a level that required a person to come within inches of another’s ear to hear. If only the patrons weren’t so big on sleazy pick-up lines…
A young man in a black jacket stopped beside Riana’s stool and leant close. ‘Do you believe in love at first sight? Or do I have to walk past you again?’
Riana opened her mouth, and closed it. He was just a boy, and the optimistic glint in his eyes struck her deep in the chest.
She tucked her dark hair