Dear Reader,
What’s the answer to stress? Chocolate. More stress? More chocolate.
Last fall, as I was eating a pan of brownies after a long day at work, I contemplated what would happen if chocolate disappeared from the planet and I still had to go to work and pretend to be sane. My imagination promptly took off, and soon I had the story of Cassie Halloway, a stress-management therapist with a need for chocolate. Throw in a hot guy with a fiancée and some delusions about love, and you’ve got Stress & the City.
I’ve always been willing to sacrifice my reputation for a bit of levity. What’s pride if you can brighten someone’s day? Writing for Harlequin Flipside allows my true self to emerge: having in-depth conversations with imaginary people, laughing out loud at things only I hear and being able to share them with you. I’m so excited to be a part of Flipside.
The fact that this book won the Romance Writers of America Golden Heart award and caught my editor’s eye (there was no bribery involved, I swear!) gives me hope that you, too, might find yourself laughing at Cassie’s view of the world and climbing on board with her as she goes after true love.
Happy reading!
Stephanie Rowe
It was official. She’d totally and completely lost all grip on reality and sanity…
Okay, so Cassie had freaked out. It was over. No one had seen it and it was behind her now. It was a cathartic episode she’d obviously needed, but now that she’d had her release, she’d be fine.
From this moment on, she’d be in complete control of her emotions. Calm, controlled and dignified. Reserved, even. People would start calling her the Cucumber because she was so cool.
The Cucumber could handle rejection.
The Cucumber wouldn’t freak if a man stood her up.
The Cucumber could separate the wreck of her soul from her professional life….
Next agenda item for the Cucumber? Deal with the elusive Ty Parker. He thought he could outwit her by following through on his refusal to meet her today?
Hah. He had no idea who he was dealing with. “Ty, better get ready for battle. The Cucumber is not easily dismissed.”
Stress & the City
Stephanie Rowe
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
A lifelong reader of romance, Golden Heart winner Stephanie Rowe wrote her first novel when she was ten and sold her first book twenty-three years later. After experimenting with a legal career, she decided wearing suits wasn’t her style and opted for a more fulfilling career entertaining herself and others with stories of romance, humor and, of course, true love. She currently shares her household with two dogs, two cats and her own hero. When not glued to the computer or avoiding housework, she can be found on the tennis court, reading or inviting herself over to her mom’s house for dinner. You can reach her at www.stephanierowe.com.
To Mom and Dad, for teaching me
I could do anything and for giving me the skills to prove them right.
To Josh, for everything.
To my wonderful agent, Michelle Grajkowski, and fabulous editor, Wanda Ottewell. How do I thank you enough for believing in me?
Contents
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“I’M PROUD OF THE FACT I took my honeymoon by myself,” Cassie Halloway announced as she selected an oversize piece of chocolate from the refreshment table. Only three hours off the plane and somehow she’d allowed her best friend, Leonore—better known as Leo—Wethers, to drag her to Gardenbloom, Connecticut’s New Year’s Eve dance. Now that she was here, she regretted her foolish moment of malleability. Not that she didn’t like dances, but it had been so much easier to deny the reality of her life when she was hovering alone by the hotel pool, pretending the puffiness of her bloodshot eyes was actually a new beauty regime highly sought after by New York socialites.
“You should be impressed with yourself,” Leo agreed. “Taking a solo honeymoon is definitely an accomplishment most women can only dream of.”
“Poor deprived souls. I pity them.” Just about everyone Cassie knew in town was here, plus some she didn’t.
Too many people.
Too much noise.
She needed help.
So she broke off a piece of fudge and placed it on her tongue, letting it dissolve in a glorious blend of cocoa and butter.
She was happy…no, delighted everyone she knew was here. She certainly didn’t actually wish to be home alone on New Year’s Eve watching that stupid ball drop and all those idiotic screaming people yelling as if it was actually a good night.…
Hang on. Regroup. Nothing productive could come of her mind descending into
