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New Zealander and former journalist Karina Bliss writes for Harlequin Superromance. She was the first Australasian to win one of Romance Writers of America's coveted Golden Heart awards for unpublished writers and her 2006 debut, MR IMPERFECT, won a Romantic Book of the Year award in Australia. Her fourth book releases Nov 08 with two more under contract.

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"Jack…we weren't expecting you in today…. Oh, Jack, I'm so sorry."

His secretary's eyes welled up as she opened her plump arms.

Jack forced himself to squeeze her shoulder as he sidestepped her embrace. "Thanks for your support, Heather. Has Mr. Yoshida arrived?"

Her mouth dropped along with her arms. "Why, yes, but surely you're not… I mean, Dave is covering for you…."

Jack dumped his briefcase on his desk and turned impatiently.

"They're in the boardroom," she finished.

"There's a lawyer called Grimble arriving in thirty minutes. Look after him until I'm free, will you? I'll be leaving after that." He pulled a crumpled list out of his pocket. "Meantime, ring the New Zealand Herald with the funeral notice."

Heather's eyes filled again. "Of course. Is there anything else I can do?"

His cell phone vibrated. Jack removed it from the breast pocket of his suit, checked the caller ID, then handed it over. "Yeah. Keep people off my back."

He hadn't meant to sound so harsh, but he had too much still to do to commiserate with second-tier friends and relatives. "I'm sorry." Taking a deep breath, Jack started again. "If you could accept condolences and give everyone the funeral details?"

With a sympathetic nod, Heather took the call. "Jack Galloway's phone. Can I help you?"

He'd forgotten how busy the aftermath of tragedy was. Getting the bodies shipped home, making the important phone calls and initiating funeral arrangements left no time to mourn.

Jack buttoned his suit jacket and straightened his tie, then strode down the corridor to the boardroom. Not that he had tears in him anymore. Grief had hollowed him out six years ago; there was nothing left now, except the echo of it.

And anger.

"I'm afraid I don't know any details of Friday night's accident," he heard Heather say behind him, and his fingers tightened convulsively around the boardroom's ornate door handle.

All these well-meaning people had a right to know, but to Jack they felt like rats gnawing at the corpses. He wanted to beat them off with sticks, then shake his brother's body until Anthony's teeth rattled. You've had your joke, Ants. Now get up.

Steeling himself, he pulled the heavy door open and entered the boardroom.

Half a dozen men looked up from one end of an enormous oval table, but Jack focused on only one. "Yoshida-san, my apologies for not being here to greet you."

The man returned his handshake warmly. "It is good to see you again, Galloway-san." They were old friends, but only in karaoke bars, belting out eighties hits at three in the morning, did they call each other by their first names.

Jack's vice president gaped at him. "I was just about to tell Mr. Yoshida and his associates that—"

"No need," Jack interrupted, "I'm here. Let's get down to business so these gentlemen can get to the airport in good time." He shook hands with the rest of the Japanese delegation. "What kind of weather will you be going back to in Tokyo?"

After exchanging pleasantries, they brought out the joint venture contracts that would take Jack's construction company into the big time—a multimillion-dollar residential subdivision in outer Auckland. He signed the papers and felt nothing.

As their lawyers tidied paperwork, he and Hiro Yoshida strolled to the floor-to-ceiling window. Twenty-five stories up, it normally offered panoramic views of Auckland's harbor, but on this early November day blinding torrents of spring rain lashed the pane. Jack could feel the last chill of a persistent winter seeping through the thick glass.

Patting his pockets, he retrieved the lighter and ten-pack of Marlboros he'd bought en route to the office. He offered one to Hiro.

One of the lawyers glanced up from the papers and cleared his throat. "I'm afraid New Zealand workplace laws prohibit—"

Hiro leaned forward so Jack could light his cigarette. "I think today," he said gravely, "we make an exception."

So he knew. Jack drew deeply, welcoming the once-familiar burn in his lungs, then exhaled. It felt like the first time he'd breathed in two-and-a-half days.

Hiro did the same, watching him through the fragrant smoke. "You should be sitting with your brother's body, my friend," he said simply, and Jack remembered the Japanese mourned their dead through wakes.

He delayed his answer by tapping his ash into a nearby pot containing a rubber plant. "He and his wife died while they were on holiday in New Caledonia. They… their remains are being flown home today."

"But you have other family, do you not?"

"No immediate family." Not anymore.

Hiro's black brows creased in surprise. "Your secretary said they had children."

Jack's sanity over the last horrific forty-eight hours had depended on not thinking too much about the children. "Yes, of course." He lifted the cigarette, saw his fingers were trembling, and dropped his hand. "They flew back early this morning with one of my sister-in-law's relatives. I'll see them this afternoon."

The older man took Jack's cigarette and said gently, "Go now, my friend."

Jack bowed. "Hai," he said simply, then obediently left the room and headed straight back to his office. The kids needed familiar faces around them now, not some strange uncle they saw only a few times a year. He'd delegated the personal stuff to people who knew the family's day-to-day routines.

Others had gone to the house and turned on power and hot water, others had organized groceries and done the airport run to pick up the kids and their maternal aunt this morning.

But at 3:00 a.m., after lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, Jack had got up and driven to the house. He'd picked up Anthony's running shoes, still lying inside the front door, and taken Julia's apron from the hook in the kitchen. Methodically removed every sign that might suggest to their children they could be coming back at any moment.

He knew how much these things hurt.

Entering his office now, Jack saw a bald man pacing the plush carpet. He'd forgotten the lawyer. Their eyes met and Grimble immediately adopted a sympathetic expression.

Jack waved away his condolences. "Let's skip the formalities, shall we?" He gestured for the man to take a seat, but remained standing himself. "You said on the phone yesterday that I was the executor of the will… no, don't start reading the whole thing. Give me the guts of it."

Slightly flustered, Grimble cleared his throat. "The mortgage will be paid off by compulsory insurance, but your brother and his wife had no other policies."

"Teacher's salary, and Julia didn't work," Jack murmured. "It's what I expected…. So the sale of the house is the only money the children will have?" The deal he'd just signed started to mean something again. "I'll organize fiscal support through the guardian." This, he knew, Ants and Julia would have covered. "Who is it?"

"Why, you." Grimble seemed surprised he didn't know that.

Feeling as though he'd just taken a hit to the solar plexus, Jack sat down hard on the corner of his desk. "Me!"

The lawyer nodded as he checked his notes, then delivered the knockout punch. "You and somebody called Rosalind Valentine."

Roz sat on her best friend's couch in suburban Auckland, reading a story to Julia's just-orphaned three-year-old daughter. It was hard to lose yourself in a story you'd read twelve times since breakfast, but she tried.

"'The dump,'" she began, "'isn't a place most animals would choose to live, but Pinky the mouse wasn't one of them.'" On her lap, Cassie stared fixedly at the picture of the jaunty rodent, her small fingers absently pulling at a loose thread on the well-worn couch.

"Turn the page for me, honey," Roz said, to distract her, but Cassie was a multitasker and managed to keep her grip on the thread. What the hell, the foam was already showing through, anyway. It was that kind of house, unpretentious and restful, reflective of the people who—who had—lived here. Roz picked up her glass of water from the coffee table and sipped, trying to loosen her throat. She'd had to do it a lot since the airport run this morning. Be brave for the children.

Snatches of conversation drifted across the hall from the kitchen, where the latest bunch of well-wishers was dropping off casseroles and condolences. "I can't look at those poor kids without crying," said a neighbor.

Roz read louder. "'Pinky loved the growwwwl of the bulldozers…'" she paused for Cassie to growl "'…as they pushed the rubbish into neat piles.'" The house still felt cold from being shut up for two weeks, so she did up the buttons of the toddler's rainbow cardigan.

"I don't think," said another female voice, "that the baby understands."

Cassie growled again, with a deep, carrying ferocity that startled the unseen speakers into silence, and Roz gave her an approving squeeze. "This mini madam," Julia had always said fondly of her youngest, "is going to be an opera diva or a trade union activist."

Julia. The words on the page suddenly blurred.

"Read faster," Cassie ordered. The doorbell rang and Roz put the book aside. More flowers or offers of help.

"I'll get it." Julia's sister, Fiona Evans, bustled through the living room, pausing to pry loose the thread from Cassie's grip. "No, darling, that's naughty." A youthful forty-two, the petite salon-blonde had a refined English accent reminiscent of boarding school matrons. "Here, have one of these instead." She thrust the chocolate box on the table toward her niece.

"It's pretty close to dinnertime," Roz ventured, but cautiously, because Fee had been staking territory since she'd landed in New Zealand this morning. By 10:00 a.m. everyone had got the message—she was in charge. She was obviously using superefficiency to manage her grief. The sisters and their families had been on holiday together, and poor Fee had had to identify the bodies. But her behavior was exhausting the kids. And Roz was pretty sure that Julia would hate to see her daughter being stuffed with candy.

"Special circumstances," Fee insisted. She handed Cassie two chocolates and carried on to...


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Product Details

  • Mass Market Paperback: 256 pages
  • Publisher: Harlequin (November 11, 2008)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 0373715242
  • ISBN-13: 978-0373715244
  • Product Dimensions: 4.2 x 0.7 x 6.6 inches
  • Shipping Weight: 4.8 ounces
  • Average Customer Review: 4.7 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (3 customer reviews)
  • Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #6,319,042 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)

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New Zealander Karina Bliss's debut, Mr Imperfect, won a Romantic Book of the Year award in Australia, and three of her thirteen books have won Desert Island Keeper reviews at Her last release, RISE, continued the story of Zander Freedman, who first appeared as a villain in Karina's bestselling title, What the Librarian Did - a book that made DearAuthor's Best of the Year list in 2010. Two of Karina's books have also featured in Sizzling Book Chats at SmartBitchesTrashyBooks.
In October 2015, she released Woo Me as one of a three-novella anthology - The Outback Bachelor Ball - with Joan Kilby and Sarah Mayberry.
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1 of 1 people found the following review helpful By Harriet Klausner #1 HALL OF FAME on November 4, 2008
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In New Zealand following his divorce from Roz Valentine, Jack Galloway assumed he would never remarry or sire children. Instead he buries himself in his work. That changes when his brother and sister-in-law die in a car accident while on vacation in New Caledonia, leaving behind three young children.

Jack has no time to grieve, but is stunned to learn that Roz e and he were both named as guardians. She quickly thinks they have a second chance together coming from the tragedy as they raise the three kids; he wants that too but knows his heart could not take a failure again. Both know the kids come first.

This second chance at love tale works on several levels, but mostly because the readers will feel the grief of the three children. Thus the characters make for a great story as neither Roz nor Jack want to be guardians and worse co-guardians, but the kids hook them as each mourns in different ways. Jack's client Hiro sums up the novel when he tells Jack to go home because at times like this one needs to be with loving family.

Harriet Klausner
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2 of 3 people found the following review helpful By Vanessa VINE VOICE on March 21, 2010
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Roz and Jack have been divorced for six years and then they are appointed as guardians of their niece and nephew when tradgedy strikes.

This is a story of healing their past as well as helping these children to carry on. The only problem I had with the story was that Roz claimed that Jack was the type of man that could assess a situation and do what needed to be done. Only he obviously couldn't handle his own tradgedy and instead struck out at someone that he claimed to love so much. To add to this he then had a dog in the manger attitude because she had found some solace in a second husband . . . for a brief time at any rate.
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By Shenanigans on January 3, 2014
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its 5:45 a.m. while im writing this sleepy and struggling to keep my eyes open but still im unable to put this book down.! i loved Liam (hes a kid). cant recommend it enough. get it!
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