Caridad Ferrer - Prom Ever After - Haute Date / Save the Last Dance / Prom and Circumstance

Prom night is finally here. Three girls will find that the biggest night of high school can also be the most surprising….

Haute Date by Dona Sarkar

Ashmita Montague has fallen for the perfect prom dress—but it’s way over her budget. How can she impress the school’s star athlete while wearing her mom’s hand-me-down Indian wedding dress? Then she gets creative and decides to revamp the dress with the help of her best friend Sebastian. A sudden unexpected chemistry takes Ash by surprise and makes her wonder if it’s time to make some major alterations to her love life, too….

Save the Last Dance by Caridad Ferrer

Peyton Chaffee’s wealthy parents won’t believe she’s serious about becoming a chef until she proves herself by working in the kitchen for a prestigious event…on prom night. They disapprove of her culinary ambitions and her boyfriend, Eddie. Is she ready to sacrifice one unforgettable night for a chance that could change her entire future?

Prom and Circumstance by Deidre Berry

Everyone knows that popular, pampered Aubrey Garrett is a shoo-in for prom queen. So, self-professed nerd Deanna Parker takes her own nomination as a joke. But with the entire school dividing into Team Aubrey or Team Deanna, competition is getting fierce fast, and there’s more at stake for each girl than just a glittering crown.

Prom

Ever After

Haute Date

Dona Sarkar

Save the

Last Dance

Caridad Ferrer

Prom and

Circumstance

Deidre Berry

www.millsandboon.co.uk

Table of Contents

Haute Date Haute Date Dona Sarkar

Save the Last Dance Конец ознакомительного фрагмента. Текст предоставлен ООО «ЛитРес». Прочитайте эту книгу целиком, купив полную легальную версию на ЛитРес. Безопасно оплатить книгу можно банковской картой Visa, MasterCard, Maestro, со счета мобильного телефона, с платежного терминала, в салоне МТС или Связной, через PayPal, WebMoney, Яндекс.Деньги, QIWI Кошелек, бонусными картами или другим удобным Вам способом.

Prom and Circumstance Конец ознакомительного фрагмента. Текст предоставлен ООО «ЛитРес». Прочитайте эту книгу целиком, купив полную легальную версию на ЛитРес. Безопасно оплатить книгу можно банковской картой Visa, MasterCard, Maestro, со счета мобильного телефона, с платежного терминала, в салоне МТС или Связной, через PayPal, WebMoney, Яндекс.Деньги, QIWI Кошелек, бонусными картами или другим удобным Вам способом.

Haute Date

Dona Sarkar

Dedication

To Bonnie Sarkar Grundtner: my baby sister and best friend,

for unconditionally and always being on my side. I can hardly believe the loyal,

beautiful woman you’ve become and I couldn’t be prouder of you.

Acknowledgments

There are so many people I need to thank and there is such precious little page space to do so! First and foremost, my amazing agent Elaine Spencer. You’ve been the one who’s always believed in me during this crazy publishing journey. Thank you for reading and re-reading every piece of every manuscript and contract like life depended on it. You’re an amazing woman. To Tara Gavin, Carly Silver and the Harlequin Kimani team…you guys are miracle workers. Thank you for believing in me!

To my incredible plotting (and gossiping!) group: Kelli, Carolynn and Lacey…you guys are the most talented and hilarious trio of women I’ve ever met. Thank you for nursing me back to writing!

To my wonderful around-the-world family for being there for me during the darkest and lightest days. I love you so much more than you’ll let me say. Thank you for embracing all the changes this year has brought! Thank you for letting me liberally borrow your personalities for my characters—you’ll find yourselves in this book more than ever!

To my team at work: Told you you’d end up in my novels! (Thank you for being the most wonderful group of people I could ever ask to work with—jackassery, karaoke and all!)

To my fabulous Seattle-crew: you guys are my “Lean-In” circle, you guys are my text-message-rant response team, you guys are what makes every single day beautiful. I never knew how loved I was. Thank you, thank you, thank you!

To Doug Watkins, I promise to make you fall in love with me every single day and yet still, I can never repay you for what you’ve given me.

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One

“Nice scooter!”

Ash Montague ignored the male voice as she dismounted her Vespa and removed her helmet. She glanced up at the storefront located on the side of the historic Fairmont hotel that held the key to her happiness: a prom dress so stunning and so unique that it would hopefully knock Armstrong Jones out of his disinterested hipster mode...for good.

A wolf whistle followed.

Ash tended to draw a lot of attention around town when she went anywhere on her burgundy Vespa. People apparently weren’t used to seeing girls scooting around Seattle on little two-wheeled vehicles, especially while wearing dresses and ladybug-print helmets. “The expected was never memorable,” Ash’s glamorous globe-trotting grandmother, Glamma, had always said, and Ash stuck to that mantra as a tribute, even four years after her passing.

“Hey! I’m talking to you. Don’t be a bitch.” The voice was suddenly behind her.

Ash whirled around, startled. The voice had sounded like it was from across the street. She didn’t like that someone had sneaked up on her so quickly.

The guy had to be in his thirties. Gross. He was standing in front of her, way too close, trying to look casual, jeans ripped down both thighs, thumbs tucked into his back pockets. Behind him were a group of men and women, all in the same skinny jeans, all seeming to be waiting for a bus. All of them stopped typing on their phones and were now watching her to see what she would do next. None of them looked as though they were in any hurry to help.

Jerks.

“Oh!” Ash forced herself to smile. If he thought he was going to intimidate her, he was about to be surprised. “You want to show off for your friends! Sorry, I didn’t realize.”

The guy’s grin dropped for a millisecond, then the smirky expression returned. “Don’t you know you’re supposed to say ‘thank you’ when someone compliments you?”

Ash continued to smile sweetly as she reached into her purse and grabbed her cell phone. “I’m so sorry for my oversight. Let me give you my number.”

The guy looked pleased at this and turned around to make sure his audience was still rapt with attention.

They were.

“Smile!” Before he could react, Ash snapped a picture with her phone. “For my ‘pictures of pedophiles’ collection. You know, for that show with the undercover cops. There’s a bunch of them over there—” she head-gestured toward the Starbucks on the corner “—filming this right now. You’re about to be famous!”

The guy’s face changed in a second. Eyes widened, mouth dropped. In an instant, he was gone. She heard his footsteps as he skidded around the corner.

Ash blew out the breath she’d been holding—she hadn’t realized how scared she’d been till just then. She did a little curtsy for the audience at the bus stop. Most of them looked shocked; a few pantomimed applause.