Today’s post is a spotlight on Julia London’s One Mad Night anthology, featuring two novellas – One Mad Night and The Bridesmaid. Read on for my thoughts, an excerpt, and a giveaway!One Mad Night by Julia London
Published by Sourcebooks, Inc. on January 6th 2015
Genres: Contemporary Romance
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Two Romantic Adventures...One Mad Night
Two delightful contemporary romance novellas in one book from New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Julia London.
One winter's night a blizzard sweeps across the country, demonstrating that fate can change the course of lives in an instant...and fate has got a sense of humor.
One Mad Night
Chelsea Crawford and Ian Rafferty are high profile ad execs in cutthroat competition for a client. When a major winter storm puts New York City on lockdown, the two rivals have to make it through the night together-oh, the many ways in which opposites attract...
The Bridesmaid - Bonus Novella
RITA Award Nominee for Best Romance Novella of 2013
Kate Preston has just moved to New York. Joe Firretti is contemplating a move to Seattle. When the weather wreaks havoc with transportation systems, Kate and Joe meet as they are both trying to rent the last car available... As Kate races to make her best friend's wedding, and Joe races to a life-altering job interview, it looks like together is the only way they'll make it at all.
Disclosure: I received this book for free in exchange for an honest review. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.
This review is only for One Mad Night, as my NetGalley eARC did not include The Bridesmaid.
The dog-eat-dog world of advertising is the backdrop for this sweet and sexy romance. Chelsea Crawford and Ian Rafferty both work for the same agency, and have crossed paths as competitors on multiple accounts – all of which Chelsea’s lost to Ian. Now they’re pitching their ideas for Tesla, and the scuttlebutt is that the account is Chelsea’s. Or so she’s been told. Kinda. So where does Ian fit in that picture, then?
Julia London’s novella features a slightly less-than-confident advertising executive who’s doesn’t think she’s lost her mojo but can’t figure out why she’s not moving ahead, and a pretty confident, new-to-the-company advertising executive who knows how the game works but isn’t sure he’s really all that kosher with the bull that goes on.
When Mother Nature conspires to get them locked in the company offices, Chelsea and Ian figure the other’s not so bad after all, and it doesn’t take too much for the sparks to fly. The good kinda sparks, that is… But with the Tesla account hanging over both their heads, will love prevail?
I loved both Chelsea and Ian, and I agreed plenty with his assessment of her – she is just a bit too goody-goody to successfully fight of what’s hers. Luckily she’s also smart enough to realize when she’s getting honesty and truth, and definitely smart enough to do something about it. As for Ian, it would’ve been too easy for him to be a dream – he’s kind and considerate in addition to smart and sexy, and doesn’t have too much baggage to boot. And their interactions are sassy and just a bit snarky, which I love.
My only gripe about One Mad Night is that it ended way too quickly. I wanted more Chelsea and Ian, which is a testament to London’s skills at telling a sweet, romantic story with characters you can’t get enough of.
One Mad Night is a quick read for fans of London’s, or those who’re looking for something quick to inhale that’ll leave a nice warm-fuzzy. I wish The Bridesmaid was part of my ARC too – I wanted more Julia London.
drey’s rating: Excellent!
Have you read One Mad Night? What did you think? And if you haven’t, read on for more!
Read an Excerpt from One Mad Night:
It took a moment for Chelsea to notice him, which gave Ian a moment to admire her. He was going to crush her tomorrow, but that didn’t stop him from appreciating a figure that guys like him dreamed about. Chelsea was wearing a skirt today. It hit about mid-thigh and was tight enough to show off all her curves. She looked a bit taller today too. He glanced at her feet and noticed the shoes. Chelsea was walking on stilts, and her legs, good God, her legs. She was smoking hot in that dress and those shoes.
“Hey!” she said sharply, her voice full of accusation.
Ian’s head snapped up. “Hey,” he said con-genially. “Practicing your pitch?” He settled one hip onto the conference table.
“Do you mind?” She gestured to the door in a be-off-with-you way.
“If you want, I could listen and give you some feedback.”
Chelsea’s mouth dropped open. And then her green eyes narrowed into little slits. “You have got to be the most arrogant man I’ve ever met.”
Ian smiled and shrugged.
“You can go, Ian,” she said, marching around the conference table to usher him out. “I think I’ve got it.”
“So hostile,” he said with a wink as he stood up. “I’m just trying to help. It never hurts for someone to hear the pitch, right? You’ve had someone listen to you go through it, right?”
“Yes, I’ve had—Hey, hey,” she said, poking him in the chest. “Are you trying to play me?” she demanded. “Because it won’t work. I’m not some junior account person, you know. You can’t intimidate me.”
“Well, obviously,” Ian said and poked her back. “You wouldn’t be pitching at all if you were a junior account person. I know I can’t intimidate you. It wasn’t a declaration of war, you know; it was an offer to help.”
“It wasn’t a let-me-help, best-friends-forever offer, either. I’m not playing games with you. This account means a lot to me—”
“Oh yeah?” she said, shifting closer. “Well, don’t get too attached to the idea. I’ve got seniority, you know.”
“So why are you so afraid to show me what you’ve got?”
“Because it’s none of your business.”
“On the eve of the championship, it’s okay to go out and shoot some hoops with your competitor. It’s not going to affect tomorrow’s big game. It’s not like I can go out and change weeks of work overnight if I see you’ve got something better.”
She laughed. “Good try, Rafferty, but I think maybe the reason you want to see my pitch is because you’re worried about the strength of your pitch. Is it a little rough? Maybe I should listen to you.” She winked, and her green eyes shone with pleasure at her comeback.
“I’m definitely not worried about my pitch.”
“No? Seems to me if you’re presenting three,” she said, holding up three fingers and wiggling them at him, “then you must be uncertain which one is the winner.” Her smile broadened into sheer triumph, as if she thought she’d really zinged him.
She hadn’t zinged him, but Ian did wonder how she knew what he had…Zach. Of course. That rat bastard. “Have you been talking to Zimmerman?” he asked accusingly.
She shrugged and studied her manicure. “Maybe. Does it matter? I thought we were doing the let’s-help-each-other thing. But if we’re not, would you mind toddling off? I have a lot of work I need to do before tomorrow. I plan to hit the ground running with this account on Monday.”
She was amazingly and annoyingly confident. Ian was generally a confident guy, but she was making him a teensy bit nervous. “You really think you’re going to get this, don’t you?”
“I don’t think, I know,” she said, looking up.
He tilted his head to one side to study her. “Isn’t it obvious to you why they brought me in?”
“I don’t know—I haven’t given it the slightest bit of thought.” She lifted her chin, and Ian realized she lied about as well as she engaged in verbal volleyball. “I’ve been promised that this account is as good as mine. Didn’t they tell you that when they brought you in?”
A bit more of Ian’s confidence leaked out of him. He’d been in New York advertising long enough to know that the industry was full of snakes. He wouldn’t put it past anyone to feed him a bunch of half-baked promises to get him to commit. “Who told you?”
She grinned. “None of your beeswax.”
“Come on, tell me—” His phone rang, distracting him momentarily. He fished it out of his pocket and noticed the number was the Grabber-Paulson main number. That was weird. “Listen, I’ll just say this,” he said, clicking off the phone. “Don’t be so sure of things. People say things they don’t mean, especially in this industry.” He started for the door.
“Uh-huh, I know. And I would offer you the same advice, Mr. Rafferty,” she said in a singsong voice, and she flashed a dazzling smile, full of straight white teeth.
“Cocky too. I like that about you,” he said. “I’ll keep it in mind when I make partner.” He winked at her, smiled as if he was completely unbothered, and went out of the conference room.
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