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Gabriella Pierce - 666 Park Avenue

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What if your mother-in-law turned out to be an evil, cold-blooded witch . . . literally? Ever since fabulously wealthy Malcolm Doran walked into her life and swept her off her feet, fledgling architect Jane Boyle has been living a fairy tale. When he proposes with a stunning diamond to seal the deal, Jane cant believe her incredible luck and decides to leave her Paris-based job to make a new start with Malcolm in New York. But when Malcolm introduces Jane to the esteemed Doran clan, one of Manhattans most feared and revered families, Janes fairy tale takes a darker turn. Soon everything she thought she knew about the worldand herselfis upended. Now Jane must struggle with newfound magical abilities and the threat of those who will stop at nothing to get them.

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Jane Boyle spun obligingly, her skirt flaring in a satisfying burst of green silk. She craned her neck for a glimpse of the back in the boutiques narrow mirror, but it was hard to tell what shed look like when she wasnt twisting around like a lime-colored flamingo. This, she reminded herself, was why friends were so essential to the shopping processespecially when shopping to impress a man who was an unrepentant fan of the back view. Jane had spent every lunch hour that week hunting for the perfect dress, but by Thursday it had become clear that she needed an experts help.

Fortunately, Atelier Antoine, the boutique architectural design firm where Jane had worked for the past two years, was also home to Elodie Dessaix, a fiercely talented shopper. Elodie was nearly as invested in Janes budding romance as she was in finding the perfect Swarovski-studded slingbacks. Jane cocked an eyebrow at her friend, whose long, brown legs were swinging cheerfully from her perch on a stool in the changing room of the trs chic and trs cher Soie et Vin boutique.

After a thoughtful pause, Elodie shook her head. Its just so green , she explained unhelpfully in her charming British-French lilt before shoving a dusty-lavender sheath dress into Janes hands.

Ill freeze, Jane muttered grouchily. She started to hand the dress back, but the steely look in Elodies espresso eyes changed her mind. Are we down to the dregs?

Elodie nodded crisply, her curly black bob swinging above her shoulders. Jane headed back into the gold-and-marble dressing room, complete with an ornate gilt-framed mirror. It had been Elodies idea to target the pricey boutiques just steps off the fabled Champs-Elyses. Quality shows, she had argued passionately and convincingly. Jane had allowed herself to be persuaded because, in her trim camel-hair coat and suede Lacroix heels, Elodie looked like a million bucks.

The drawback of the plan was soon apparent, though: Jane could only afford to shop the clearance rack, and even that was a stretch at some of the places Elodie had dragged her into. And the drawback of that was it was the middle of December and Jane was contemplating putting on a gauzy halter dress that had all the substance of tissue paper.

At least Ill look like I belong with Malcolm, she told herself grimly as she pulled over her head what felt like the hundredth dress. The thought of Malcolm brought a rush of heat to her cheeks and, well, other parts of her, too.

Malcolm Doran had swept her off her feetliterallya month before, when theyd met over a chipped fifth-century vase at an antiquities auction. She had been there bidding on pieces with Madame Godinaux, her first solo client; Malcolm was expanding his enormous art collection. He was tall, with broad shoulders, dark blond hair, and perfectly kissable lips. The attraction had been immediate and overwhelming, and shed lingered outside after the auction to light a cigarette in the bitter winter chill, hoping for another glimpse of him. Two puffs in, she had begun to try to talk her nave and giddy self down. Malcolms accent and business card agreed: he was American. Whether he was in France for business or pleasure, he wouldnt be there long. Casual flirting was as close as she could afford to get.

Shed dropped the barely charred cigarette on the cobblestone sidewalk and crushed it under the heel of her black Carel boot, trying to stamp out any attraction to Malcolm along with it. Instead, the stiletto had promptly snapped off. Just as she lost her balance, wobbling and stumbling ungracefully, Malcolm had appearedgolden, muscular, delicious-smellingto steady her. His dark eyes had glittered in the lamplight, although he was evidently too gentlemanly to laugh out loud at her awkwardness. My car is right here, hed said in a wonderful, liquid-gold rumble of a voice, gesturing toward the street, and Im going to have to insist on giving you a ride home, if only for the safety of other pedestrians.

Before shed realized what was happening, hed scooped her up in his arms and strode easily toward a waiting limousine. Then she was ensconced in the warm, leather-covered back of the car, and Malcolm was handing her a flute of champagne.

Elodies head popped through the curtain of the dressing room, curls bouncing like springs. You look gorgeous, she cooed, interrupting Janes reverie and bringing her crashing back to the reality of the boutique: flimsy clothes, ludicrous price tags, and a saleswoman who clearly knew she wasnt dealing with her usual clientele, as shed been chatting on the phone incessantly since the two of them had walked in. Your sexy American will never know what hit him.

I wish, Jane admitted honestly. At least then wed be even. Shed done her share of dating, naturally; you couldnt be a curvy twenty-four-year-old blonde in Paris without getting asked out one or two million times a day. But shed never understood what people meant by chemistry until she met Malcolm. Even the air around him felt heady and intoxicating, and she simply couldnt get enough. Her resolve to keep a safe distance had lasted all of two minutes once they were alone together in his limo, as had, in fact, her resolve to keep any distance between them whatsoever.

Then she had been on the sidewalk, and the car was a pair of red lights vanishing around the corner, and the streetlight above her head had blown out with a rather spectacular shower of sparks that seemed to capture her frustration quite perfectly.

Luckily for the citys electrical grid, we spent every night after that together, Jane thought ruefully. She and electronics had always had an uneasy relationship: lights flickering, computers crashing, photocopiers spitting out reams of chewed-up paper, Mtro trains breaking down when she was in a hurry. Fortunately, her relationship with Malcolm was nothing short of blissful. Theyd spent three weeks eating (when necessary), sleeping (barely), and making love more or less constantly, until Malcolm had regretfully announced an unavoidable business meeting in Italy. But tonight he would be back, and had suggested they try to maintain their composure long enough to have an actual date. And, apparently, it was going to be a rather dressy occasion.

Jane stepped out of the dressing room to examine herself in the full-length mirror on the main floor. She scowled in frustration at the embroidery along the hem. Im so last season it hurts.

At the counter, the saleswoman, a thin and rather pinched-looking blond woman in her mid-thirties, laughed as if on cue. She lowered her voice to a hush, no doubt whispering about her fiscally challenged customers. Jane blushed, and then mentally kicked herself for blushing.

Men dont notice things like that, Elodie told her soothingly, but Jane remained stubbornly un-soothed. Maybe the guys Elodie knew didnt, but Malcolm wasnt any ordinary man.

Although he was quite casual about it, Malcolm was loaded. The only child of a wealthy family in Manhattan, he was an art dealer out of passion, not necessity. His car, coat, voice, suits everything about himoozed the kind of wealth and breeding that an orphan from French farm country could barely imagine. Jane knew that she couldnt possibly manage to dress to his level, but at the very least, she could avoid embarrassing herself. She picked at the hem. Maybe.

The black one wasnt bad, Elodie reminded her, holding up an admittedly boring, but affordable strapless gown with a tired silk flower bobbing at the waist.

Mesdemoiselles? the saleswoman said, finally hanging up the phone with a clatter. Excuse me, she went on in heavily accented English, surprising Jane. The woman had barely seemed to be aware that she had customers at all, but apparently she had been listening in between gossipy phone calls. Jane had always spoken English at home with her American-born grandmother, and Elodie was the daughter of a British diplomat. They enjoyed getting to speak their first language too much to care about being mistakenfrequentlyfor tourists in Paris. The saleswoman nodded her blond head to the back of the store. I believe that there is something perfect for you in our new collection. It is not supposed to be for sale yet, but... Her long-fingered hands curled expressively in the air.

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