by Sarah Morgan
Praise for Sarah Morgan
‘The perfect book to curl up with’
– Heat
‘Lovers of romance will relish this tale of friendship, fun and flirting set in beautiful New York.’
– My Weekly
‘Morgan excels in balancing the sweet and sexy to create the perfect blend.’
– Booklist
‘A gorgeously sparkly romance about letting go and learning to love again.’
– Julia Williams, bestselling author of Coming Home for Christmas
‘Full of romance and sparkle’
– Lovereading
‘Morgan is a magician with words’
– RT Book Reviews
‘Definitely looking forward to more from Sarah Morgan’
– Smexy Books
‘Morgan’s novel delivers the classic sweep-you-off-your-feet romantic experience.’
– Publisher’s Weekly
‘Perfect chick-lit’
– BEST magazine
‘Her dynamic prose like narrative is eloquent, the laugh-out-loud humor lightens the load and both her big-city and small-town settings are perfect’
– RT Book Reviews
‘Another winner from Sarah’
– Annie Cooper’s Book Corner
‘I am fairly certain there will never be a Sarah Morgan book that I won’t love. This was no exception. My very favourite book of hers to date!’
– Erin’s Book Choice
‘A fun loving story with the sprinkling of magic I love in Sarah Morgan’s books.’
– Sarah Mackins
‘Simply gold! A spectacular storyline.’
– A Page of Fictional Love
‘Fresh, romantic, complexity and heart! Sleepless in Manhattan is everything you want in romance!’
– Chicks that Read
‘Sleepless in Manhattan is Sarah Morgan at her best.’
– Rachel’s Random Reads
Dear Reader,
As a child I was a voracious reader and one of my favourite books was Dodie Smith’s The Hundred and One Dalmatians. As well as the warmth and originality of the storyline, I loved the fact that each dog had a distinct personality.
I’ve often included dogs in my books (the first was Maple, from Sleigh Bells in the Snow), but the dogs have always played a small background role until one day last winter when I came across a photo of a Dalmatian with a heart shaped nose. I knew I had to give him a central role in a book, and I knew he had to be called Valentine.
Some people find dogs easier to love than humans, and that is the case for Molly the heroine of this story. When it comes to giving advice on other people’s relationships she’s an expert, but she’s not so good when it comes to her own. She can’t imagine loving anyone more than she loves her dog Valentine, but then she meets sexy lawyer Daniel. Daniel knows more about depositions than dogs, but he’ll do whatever it takes to get Molly’s attention, even if that means borrowing a dog.
At first Molly and Daniel appear to have everything in common, but as the truth gradually reveals itself both are forced to re-examine everything they believe about themselves.
This is a story about letting go of the past, but it’s also a story of friendship and love (both human and canine!), family and community, and it takes place against the glamorous backdrop of New York City. From the leafy paths of Central Park to the glittering skyscrapers, there’s something for everyone in New York and, as Molly discovers, sometimes the city that never sleeps can be the perfect place to find love.
I hope you enjoy the book, and thank you for reading!
Love Sarah
xxx
SARAH MORGAN writes warm contemporary women’s fiction with her trademark humour which has gained her fans across the globe. Sarah lives near London with her husband and children, and when she isn’t reading or writing she loves being outdoors, preferably on holiday so she can forget the house needs tidying. You can visit Sarah online at www.sarahmorgan.com, on Facebook at www.facebook.com/AuthorSarahMorgan and on Twitter @SarahMorgan_
To the Washington Romance Writers,
a fun, fabulous group of people.
Thank you for inviting me to your retreat. xxx
“Some of my best leading men have been dogs and horses.”
Elizabeth Taylor
Contents
Cover
Praise
Dear Reader
About the Author
Title Page
Dedication
Epigraph
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
Nine
Ten
Eleven
Twelve
Thirteen
Fourteen
Fifteen
Sixteen
Seventeen
Eighteen
Nineteen
Twenty
Twenty-One
Twenty-Two
Thank You
Copyright
One
Dear Aggie, I bought my girlfriend an expensive coffee machine for her birthday. First she cried, then she sold it on eBay. I don’t understand women.
Yours, Decaffeinated.
Dear Decaffeinated, the important question to ask yourself in any relationship is what does your partner want? What makes them happy? Without knowing all the details it’s impossible to know exactly why your girlfriend cried and sold the coffee machine, but the first question that comes to mind is—does your girlfriend drink coffee?
Molly stopped typing and glanced at the bed. “Are you awake? You have to listen to this one. It’s obvious he is a coffee drinker and the gift was really for him. Why do men do that? I’m so lucky to have you. Of course, if you ever sold my coffee machine on eBay, I’d have to kill you, but that won’t be the advice I’m posting online.”
The body on the bed didn’t stir, but that wasn’t surprising given the amount of exercise they’d both had the day before. The hours they’d spent in each other’s company had left her sweaty and exhausted. Her body ached, a reminder that although her fitness levels had increased since she met him, his stamina still surpassed hers. His relentless energy was one of the many things she admired about him. Whenever she was tempted to skip an exercise session, all it took was one look from him to have her reaching for her running shoes. He was the reason she’d lost weight since arriving in New York City three years earlier. Some days she looked in the mirror and barely recognized herself.
She looked slimmer and more toned.
Best of all she looked happy.
If someone from her old life walked in now, they probably wouldn’t recognize her.
Not that anyone from her old life was likely to show up on her doorstep.
Three years had passed. Three years, and she had finally rebuilt her shredded reputation. Professionally, she was back on track. Personally? She glanced at the bed again, feeling something soften inside her. She hadn’t imagined ever getting close to anyone again, certainly not close enough to let them into her life or her home, and definitely not her heart.
And yet here she was, in love.
She allowed her gaze to linger on the perfect lines of his athletic body, before returning her attention to her email. She was lucky so many men struggled to understand women. If they didn’t, she’d be out of a job.
Her blog, Ask a Girl, attracted a large volume of traffic and that, in turn, had attracted the attention of a publisher. Her first book, Mate for Life, Tools for Meeting Your Perfect Life Partner had hit the bestseller lists in both the US and the UK. That, in turn, had led to a second book deal, all under her pseudonym Aggie,
which meant that she had both anonymity and financial security. She’d turned misfortune into a fortune. Well, maybe not a fortune exactly, but enough to enable her to live comfortably in New York City and not to have to limp back to London. She’d left one life and moved on to a new one, like a snake shedding its skin.
Finally, her past was exactly where it should be. Behind her. And she made a point of never looking in her rearview mirror.
Happy, she settled herself more comfortably in her favorite chair and shifted her focus to her laptop.
“Okay, Decaffeinated, let me show you where you’ve been going wrong.”
She started typing again.
A woman wants a man who understands her, and a gift should demonstrate that understanding. It isn’t about the value, it’s about the sentiment. Choose something that shows you know her, and that you listen to her. Choose something—
“And here’s the important part, Decaffeinated, so pay attention,” she muttered under her breath.
—something that no other person would think to buy her, because no one knows her like you do. Do that, and I guarantee your girlfriend will remember that birthday forever. And she’ll remember you.
Satisfied that if the man listened to her advice he might have a half-decent chance of pleasing the woman he loved, Molly reached for her glass of filtered water and checked the time on her laptop. Time for her morning run. And she didn’t intend to go alone. No matter how busy her working day, this was time they always spent together.
Shutting down her computer, she stood up and stretched, feeling the whisper of silk brush against her skin. She’d been typing for an hour while barely moving and her neck ached. She still had a stack of individual consultations waiting for her attention, but she’d deal with those later.
She glanced through the window, watching as darkness slowly melted away to be replaced by a wash of sunshine. For a moment the view was filled with streaks of burnt gold and the dazzle of glass. It was a city of sharp edges and towering possibilities, its darker side masked by the shimmer of sunshine.
Every other city would be waking up at this time, but this was New York. You couldn’t wake up, when you’d never been to sleep.
She dressed quickly, swapping pajamas for a soft T-shirt, Lycra leggings and her favorite dark purple running shoes. At the last moment she grabbed a sweatshirt because an early spring morning in New York City could still bite through a layer of clothing.
Scooping her hair into a careless ponytail, she reached for a water bottle.
There was still no movement from the bed. He lay in a tangle of bedding, eyes closed, not stirring.
“Hey, handsome.” Amused, she nudged him. “Did I finally wear you out yesterday? That’s a first.” He was in his prime. Fit and shockingly attractive. When they ran together in the park, heads turned in envy and it made her glow with pride because they could look, but she was the one who got to go home with him.
In this world where it was almost impossible to find the right person, she’d found someone who was protective, loyal and affectionate, and he was all hers. She knew, deep in her heart, that she could depend on him. She knew, even without marriage vows, that he was going to love her in sickness and in health, for richer for poorer, for better or for worse.
She was lucky, lucky, lucky.
What they shared was free of all the stress and challenges that so often marred a relationship. What they shared was perfect.
She watched, her heart filled with love, as he finally yawned and stretched slowly.
Dark eyes locked on hers.
“You,” she said, “are insanely handsome and everything I’ve ever wanted in a man. Have I told you that lately?”
He sprang from the bed, tail wagging, ready for action, and Molly dropped to her knees to hug him.
“Good morning, Valentine. How’s the greatest dog in the whole wide world feeling today?”
The Dalmatian gave a single bark, licked her face and Molly grinned.
Another day was dawning in New York City, and she was ready to roll.
* * *
“Let me get this straight. You want to borrow a dog so that you can use it to meet a dog-loving girl? Have you no shame?”
“None.” Ignoring his sister’s disapproval, Daniel carefully removed a dog hair from his suit. “But I don’t see how that fact is connected to my request.”
He thought about the girl in the park, with her endless legs and that sleek dark ponytail swinging like a pendulum across her back as she ran. Since the first day he’d seen her, pounding her way along one of the many leafy trails that cobwebbed through Central Park, with her dog bounding ahead of her, he’d been smitten. It wasn’t just her hair that caught his attention, or those incredible legs. It was the air of confidence. Daniel was drawn to confidence, and this woman looked as if she had life by the throat and was strangling the hell out of it.
He’d always enjoyed his early morning run. Lately it had taken on a new dimension. He’d started timing his run to coincide with hers even though it meant arriving in the office a little later. Despite those sacrifices on his part, so far she hadn’t even noticed him. Did that surprise him? Yes. When it came to women, he’d never had to try too hard. Women tended to notice him. However, the girl in the park seemed unusually preoccupied by her running and her dog, a situation that had led him to the decision that it was time to raise his game and tap into his creative side.
But first he had to talk his way past one of his sisters and so far that wasn’t looking good. He’d been hoping for Harriet, but instead he’d gotten Fliss, who was much tougher to get around.
Eyes narrowed, she planted herself in front of him and folded her arms. “Seriously? You’re going to pretend you own a dog in order to hit on a woman? You don’t think that’s contrived? Dishonest?”
“It’s not dishonest. I’m not claiming ownership. I’m simply walking a dog.”
“An action that suggests a love of animals.”
“I don’t have a problem with animals. Can I remind you I was the one who rescued that animal from Harlem last month? In fact he would do fine. I’ll borrow him.” The door opened and Daniel flinched as an energetic Labrador sprinted into the room. He didn’t have a problem with animals unless they were about to get up close and personal with his favorite suit. “He’s not going to jump up, is he?”
“Because you’re such a dog lover.” Fliss caught the dog firmly by its collar. “This is Poppy. Harriet is fostering her. Note the ‘her’ in that sentence. She’s a girl, Dan.”
“That explains why she finds me irresistible.” Hiding his laughter, he lowered his hand and played with the dog’s ears. “Hello, beautiful. How would you like a romantic walk in the park? We can watch the sunrise.”
“She doesn’t want a walk in the park, or anything else. You’re not her type. She’s had a rough time and she’s nervous around people, especially men.”
“I’m good with nervous women. But if I’m not her type, then tell her not to drop hairs on my suit. Especially blond ones. I’m due in court in a couple of hours. I have a closing.” Daniel felt his phone buzz, pulled it out of his pocket and checked the message. “Duty calls. I need to go.”
“I thought you were staying for breakfast. We haven’t seen you in ages.”
“I’ve been busy. Half of Manhattan has decided to divorce, or so it seems. So you’ll have a dog here ready for me at 6:00 a.m. tomorrow?”
“Just because a woman goes running on her own, doesn’t mean she’s single. Maybe she’s married.”
“She’s single.”
“So?” Fliss scowled. “Even if she is single, that doesn’t mean she wants a relationship. It bugs the crap out of me when men assume a single woman is only single because she’s waiting for a man. Get over yourselves.”
Daniel studied his sister. “Which side of bed did you climb out of this morning?”
“I can climb out of any side I like. I’m single.”
“Lend me a dog,
Fliss. And don’t give me anything small. It needs to be a reasonable size.”
“And there was me thinking that you’re secure in your own masculinity. Such a big, macho guy. You’re afraid to be seen with a small dog, is that it?”
“No.” Busy typing a reply to the message, Daniel didn’t look up. “The woman I’m interested in has a big dog so I need one that can keep up. I don’t want to have to carry the animal while I run. Even you have to admit that would look ridiculous, not to mention being uncomfortable for the dog.”
“Oh for— Stop looking at your phone! Here’s a clue, Dan. If you’re going to ask me a favor, at least pay me a small amount of attention while you do it. It would be a sign of love and affection.”
“You’re my sister. I handle all your legal affairs and I never bill you. That’s my way of showing love and affection.” He answered another email. “Stop overreacting. All I want is one cute dog. The sort that’s going to stop a woman in her tracks and make her go gooey-eyed. I’ll do the rest.”
“You don’t even like dogs.”
Daniel frowned. Did he like dogs? It wasn’t something he’d ever asked himself. A dog was a complication and he kept his life free of complication. “Just because I don’t own a dog doesn’t mean I don’t like them. I don’t have time in my life for a dog, that’s all.”
“That’s an excuse. Plenty of working people own dogs. If they didn’t, Harriet and I would be out of business. The Bark Rangers is turning over—”
“I know your turnover. I can recite every number in your company’s balance sheet. That’s my job.”
“You’re a divorce attorney.”
“But I stay on top of my sisters’ business. Do you know why? Because it’s a token of my love and affection. Do you know how? Because I work a hundred hours a week. It’s barely a life for a human. It’s certainly not a life for a dog. And might I point out that your dramatically increased turnover came as a result of your new relationship with that up-and-coming concierge company, Urban Genie, a partnership I arranged through my friend Matt. You’re welcome.”
“Sometimes you are so smug I could punch you.”