“Hired: Sassy Assistant”
I am delighted to announce that my SECOND book for the Harlequin Mills and Boon Romance Line called “Hired: Sassy Assistant” will be published in January 2010 in the USA and UK.
Some lucky people have already read the book. Here is what they have to say:
NEWSFLASH: The ROMANTIC TIMES magazine had chosen ‘Hired: Sassy Assistant as a Top Pick for January 2010. AND the Reviewers Choice Award for Best Harlequin Romance for 2010.
HIRED: SASSY ASSISTANT (4.5) by Nina Harrington: Assisting Dr. Kyle Munroe with his new book won’t be easy for bookkeeper Lulu Hamilton — because he was her late mother’s friend and protege. But the paycheck will make a difference to the hospice where her father spent his final days, so Lulu agrees to do it. The work itself is rewarding, and Kyle is a man in a million. But after living with her mother’s absence for years, and seeing its effect on her father, Lulu’s not prepared to give him her heart.
Rich with emotion, and pairing two truly special characters, this beautiful story is simply unforgettable. A keeper.
Romantic Times Magazine – TOP PICK for January.
Nina Harrington’s second Mills and Boon Romance will soon hit the shelves…it’s delicious! So well worth getting your order in soonish…I LOVED it. And here’s some post-read ponderings…
For some years the word Kyle (isn’t that a gorgeous name?) has held a special place in my heart…Kyle of Lochalsh of course. Hey, I’m a Scot who digs going north.
Only now there’s a gorgeous Kyle who’s stolen my heart away! Nina Harrington’s latest (second) novel with Mills and Boon Romance: Hired: Sassy Assistant brings a jaw-dropper hero called Kyle who’s rugged, exciting and very contemporary. He’s a medic, an adventurer and a man to simply swoon over. With a smile that makes you melt and a wonderfully unconventional style he’s hard to resist. Guy next door but with stellar hero credentials tucked away in his combat trousers’ back pockets.
Lulu is the perfect woman for him too. Mr Adventurer meets Ms Sassy in a fun and touching romantic ride to love. With poingnant and touching moments too – these two really deserve to be together.
So if you want a romance book that has you smiling from the first page and tripping over the pages wanting more, more, more THIS is it. Heart-warming and sassy; buy Nina’s book or regret that you missed a treat. C’mon Nina, write some more! Just for me!
GOODREADS: 5 Star review from Andrea Guy
If you are looking for a heartwarming, sweet love story that you won’t be able to put down, look no further than Nina Harrington’s second book for Harlequin Romance.
This book is hands down one of the reasons I’ve always loved this line. The focus is on the characters and not sex, which is refreshing sometimes. Not that I don’t love a spicy story, because I do.
This story, in particular, focuses on family ties and relationships, as well as coping with disabilities. The heroine, Lulu Hamilton, is hearing impaired, a result of a tropical illness that she caught while visiting her mother in Africa.
She’s now working with famed doctor/writer Kyle Munroe on his second book that involves the work of her mother. In the process of doing this, Lulu and Kyle fall in love.
This story was really well written and it showed both characters issues with their parents and their relationships.
When Kyle explains how he dealt with Lulu’s mother’s death, your heart breaks for him, and you really wish Lulu would be a bit more understanding, even though the news casts doubts on why Kyle is showing interest in her.
There was nothing I didn’t like about this book. I could not put it down. Its definitely a keeper and likely to be a book I will read again when I need to feel that all can be good with the world.
ABOUT THE BOOK
Mr Adventurer meets Ms Sassy!
The nation’s favourite medic Kyle Munroe has swapped the wilds of Nepal for the grand English country house of Lulu Hamilton. The renegade Adonis needs Lulu’s help to publish her famous mother’s diaries, but this unconventional assistant won’t play ball. She wants to keep her mum’s memories private.
Lulu isn’t happy about stepping back in time, and rumour has it that sparks are flying!
“Hired: Sassy Assistant”
I am a country girl at heart and relish the delights of village life in my part of Southern England. White walled thatched cottages, historical manor houses and stately country homes are still very much part of our living heritage.
Lulu Hamilton was born and grew up in exactly this kind of tranquil English setting, complete with a rippling chalk stream and cosy open fires. Then emergency medic Kyle Munro sweeps into her life like a tornado, and the village will never be the same again!
I do hope that you enjoy travelling with Lulu and Kyle on their journey to discover where they truly belong.
I would love to hear from my readers and you can get in touch by visiting www.ninaharrington.com.
First Chapter Extract:
IT WASN’T every day of the week that you saw a librarian carrying a package on her head that looked bigger than she was, struggling to get off a London tube train at eleven o’clock in the morning. Especially when that librarian had sun streaked blonde corkscrew hair that fell around her shoulders in long wavy tendrils.
As he stepped out onto the platform Kyle Munroe glanced back to the next carriage just in time to see the librarian stretch up on tiptoes, lift the wide bag over the heads of her fellow passengers, then thrust it forward to use as a wedge through the crush of travellers rushing past her to board the train. They had little regard for anyone who might dare to get in their way.
Seconds before the train door beeped closed behind her the blonde had to practically jump onto the platform, before snatching the package out of the jaws of the sliding doors with such force that she almost fell backwards as the tube sped away.
The librarian tried to restore her dignity by tugging the jacket of her dove-grey skirt suit a little lower, and lifting her cute small nose a little higher, before hoisting the straps of what looked like an artist’s portfolio case over her neck and shoulder. Only the bag was still dragging on the floor, so she forgot the straps and went for Plan B. This involved holding the edges of the case with her fingertips, arms at full stretch, while trying to hitch the wide strap around her neck with one shoulder blade and her chin.
After two trial steps in amazingly rickety-looking heels, she strode forward, the portfolio flapping against her chest, head high, eyes set on her goal—the escalator. Only Plan B let her down, and she was reduced to sliding, dragging and cajoling her oversized package towards the escalator.
Perhaps she was actually a schoolteacher, and any second now she would tell the unruly portfolio to go and sit in the naughty corner?
Nope—she was definitely a librarian. The only woman he had ever seen wearing that kind of dull grey skirt suit by choice had been the technical librarian at his medical school. That particular lady could dance a mean mambo, and was a world expert on parasitic diseases, but she still chose those hideous suits!
Then again, she had never, ever worn dove-grey mules below legs like the ones trying to walk ahead of him at that minute—the kind of legs that forced the first smile of the day from his lips.
So what if he was a leg man and proud of it?
This was turning out to be the high point of a journey that had started in squalor and sunshine a long way from London. Three hours across the mountains in a bone-shaking Jeep with bald tyres had been followed by a very long flight in economy class, surrounded by wonderful but exhausted screaming kids. Coming up with games and toys to amuse them had been fun—for the first couple of hours.
It had been a long day, and his body clock was starting to kick in.
Perhaps it was time to show his appreciation for the lady who had finally given him something to smile about?
With his long athletic legs, and her shorter, high-heeled ones, it only took Kyle a few steps to catch up with her.
‘Do you need any help with that?’ he asked, trying to sound casual and non-threatening.
The librarian didn’t break stride as she took a sideways glance at his six feet one of athletic hunkiness—or at least that was how the TV company liked to describe him: From the stunned look in her pale blue eyes, she had decided that he was clearly not to be trusted.
He tried to act casual by running a few fingers through his shaggy dark brown, now mostly dust encrusted hair. Hmm. Not his best look.
Perhaps he should have made the time to take a shower and change his clothes at the airport?
‘I’m fine, but thank you for offering.’
Except the words were barely out of her mouth before the portfolio slid off her shoulder and Kyle had to reach forward to stop it from being trampled underfoot by the crush of passengers trying to cram onto the escalator.
As they were swept along in the rush the librarian took a sharp intake of breath and clutched onto the handrail. Her other hand was pressed to her throat, where a red welt showed that the weight of the bag was very far from being fine.
‘It’s okay—I’ve got it,’ Kyle reassured her. ‘Maybe I could carry it as far as the barrier? How about that?’
‘Okay, just to the barrier.’
She half turned around to face him, and he was struck by her closed-mouth smile. His medical head noticed immediately that her right eye was flecked with deeper shades of blue than the other. Whatever she saw in his face he could only guess, but the half-smile creased the corner of a wide, plump mouth set in creamy skin sprinkled with freckles over her nose and cheeks. Like cinnamon powder on whipped cream.
Freckles. Why did she have to have freckles? He almost groaned.
‘I see that you’ve flown from Delhi. That’s a long flight. Been there on holiday?’ she asked, her dainty head tipped slightly in the cutest, loveliest, most freckly pose.
Drat! The airline tags were still attached to his old rucksack!
‘Just passing through,’ he replied, trying to sound flippant, before nodding over her shoulder. ‘Here we go.’
The librarian suddenly realised that they were at the top of the escalator, and whipped around so that she could step to one side and stay within touching distance of her precious package.
He took a firmer grip on what felt like a thin wooden frame—not heavy, but an awkward size and shape—and casually swept the handles over one shoulder.
‘What sort of picture is this?’ he asked as he fumbled for his ticket, half expecting to hear that it was some Old Master bound for restoration by learned scholars in an ancient London guild.
‘Orchids. Yellow orchids, to be exact.’ She paused and nodded. ‘I’m sure I can manage from here. It’s only a short bus ride to the South Bank. Sorry to have been such a nuisance.’
‘No apology necessary.’ Kyle was just about to pass the portfolio over when he paused. ‘Did you say the South Bank? That’s where I’m headed. Why don’t we share a cab?’ He hoisted the bag a little higher.
‘The bus could be a problem.’
Even though she had been the first to mention her destination she hesitated, clearly weighing up the benefits of getting there in one piece against the danger from a scruffy potential stalker and orchid picture thief. Kyle stared at her silence as she bit her lower lip before going for it.
‘Um, okay. Yes, that would be great. Thank you. Normally I would walk along the Embankment—but not in these shoes, carrying that. And I am rather late.’
‘Me too. Shall we risk it?’
That seemed to stun her for a few seconds, but with a gentle nod the blonde climbed the steps out of the station. The crush of other pedestrians and the awkward shape of the portfolio conspired together to thwart most of Kyle’s view of the spectacular legs in action on the stairs, but the little he did see was well worth the effort.
It took only minutes to clamber out into the noise and chaos of the city street. After eighteen months in the mountains he had forgotten what a physical assault on the senses it all was, and the girl in the grey suit had hailed a black cab before he’d pulled himself together.
Kyle made a point of swinging the package onto the back seat, then holding open the door for her before jumping in himself with his rucksack.
While he knew as much about London art galleries as she probably did about yaks, the name the librarian gave to their driver sounded familiar enough for him to be impressed.
As their cab took off into the traffic she collapsed back against her seat and slowly exhaled, her arm wrapped protectively around the edge of the portfolio.
‘Are there a lot of career opportunities for art couriers these
She looked across at him as though she had almost forgotten that he was there.
‘Oh, this is only a sideline,’ she replied in a matter-of-fact voice. ‘My real job is in art forgery. That’s where the real money is.’
She leant closer and whispered, ‘But I’m relying on you to keep my secret to yourself.’
‘My lips are sealed. Best of luck in prison.’
The blue eyes crinkled up into a smile as she took in his filthy jacket, two-day stubble, and the trousers that had last seen water two weeks earlier after an emergency Caesarean section on a riverbank.
‘Passing through Delhi? That sounds like a lot of fun. Is it still warm and sunny there?’ she asked in a light-hearted voice.
‘Very,’ he replied with a sigh. ‘At this time of year they’re getting ready for Diwali—the festival of lights. I’m sorry I’m missing that! It’s a fantastic city. Do you know it?’
‘Not personally,’ she replied, then gave him a wistful smile. ‘But people have told me about the wonderful colours and the atmosphere. I’ve always wanted to go there. Maybe one day,’ she added, shrugging her shoulders. Then the blonde gestured towards his jacket with her head. ‘I can see that you’ve spent time in the mountains. Let me guess. Have you been climbing or hiking?’
Wow. She really was observant. It was a pity that the truth was far too complicated, because ideally he would have loved to find the time to do precisely those things. But he had never got the chance.
‘Not even close. What makes you think that I’ve been in the mountains?’
She grinned back before replying. ‘I noticed that you’re wearing a white Buddhist scarf, and you have Hindi graffiti scribbled on your arm.’
Kyle stared down at the plaster cast encasing his left wrist, which was completely covered with colourful messages. Um. Perhaps some of them were a bit crude.
‘You can read Nepali?’ he asked, with genuine admiration in his voice.
‘No, but I do recognise the Hindi characters,’ she held up one hand, palm forward. ‘And I don’t need a translation, if it’s all the same to you.’
‘Probably just as well. I’m Kyle, by the way.’
He reached forward with his right hand, and she glanced at it for a second before giving it a firm, quick shake with small, thin, cool fingers. His rough fingertips rasped in contact with her delicate skin. Perhaps that was why she pulled back immediately, as the cab slowed for some lights, and started scrabbling about in her messenger bag?
‘I could give you my name,’ she replied, ‘but I am on a very important mission where secrecy is vital. That sort of personal information is strictly on a need-to-know basis. This should cover my share of the cab fare.’
Kyle looked at the pile of coins she had passed him in bewilderment, and wondered if cab fares had increased at the same rate as female sass since he had been away.
‘A mission at the art gallery? Ah. Of course. The old forgery trade.’ He tapped his nose twice. ‘Your secret is safe. What are you running late for?’
‘I have to drop this off and then make a twelve o’clock appointment. I’m cutting it fine.’ She glanced at her watch, and noticed that he was not wearing one. ‘How about you, Kyle? What are you late for? Oh, sorry—another time. This is the gallery.’
She flashed a beaming smile in his direction as the cab slowed in front of an elegant glass-fronted building. ‘It’s been a pleasure, and thanks again. I hope I haven’t delayed you too much.’
‘Wait,’ Kyle replied, pushing the bag towards her. ‘One question. Please? I have to know. Are you a librarian, by any chance?’
She stopped trying to drag the portfolio over her shoulder and looked at him wide-eyed for a second, before breaking into the kind of warm smile that stopped traffic and turned curly-haired blonde librarians into supermodels.
‘Not even close.’ And with that she closed the cab door and gave him a regal wave, before striding away without looking back.
From “Hired: Sassy Assistant” by Nina Harrington
Harlequin Romance Nov 2009: ISBN: 978-0373176366
Text Copyright: © 2009 by Nina Harrington
Cover Art Copyright: © 2009 by Harlequin Enterprises Limited.
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Mass Market Paperback: 192 pages
- Publisher: Harlequin (12 Jan 2010)
- Language English
- ISBN-10: 0373176368
- ISBN-13: 978-0373176366
Mass Market Paperback [ Large Print]: 256 pages
- Publisher: Harlequin (12 Jan 2010)
- Language English
- ISBN-10: 0373740050
- ISBN-13: 978-0373740055
Hardcover: 192 pages
- Publisher: Mills & Boon; Library ed edition (November 6, 2009)
- Language: English
- ISBN-10: 0263208869
- ISBN-13: 978-0263208863
2 in 1 edition
I am particularly thrilled that in the UK I shall also be sharing the pages of a 2 in 1 Romance with the lovely Barbara McMahon and “The Daredevil Tycoon.”
- Paperback: 512 pages
- Publisher: Mills & Boon (1 Jan 2010)
- ISBN-10: 0263869636
- ISBN-13: 978-0263869637
Behind the Scenes on “Hired: Sassy Assistant”:
The Inspiration: Meet Kyle Munroe
Picture credit: Timothy White / The CW © 2007 The CW Network, LLC
And Lulu Hamilton
Picture Credit: www.tccandler.com