Jennifer McKenzie - One More Night

With this fling...

Wedding planner Grace Monroe has her own happily-ever-after all figured out. She even has a five-year plan for getting there. But Owen Ford can’t be part of it—no matter how attractive she finds him. Owen isn’t the marrying kind. Even if he was, he doesn’t have the qualities she’s looking for in a husband.

But resisting Owen is impossible—and one night of passion isn’t nearly enough. Yet expecting more isn’t an option, either. Grace needs to end things and get back to her plan. She’s looking for Mr. Right, and Owen can only ever be Mr. Right Now...

Owen rattled her.

He didn’t check any—well, okay, he didn’t check many—of the boxes on her future husband list, but Grace still wanted him. But to what end? Was he looking to settle down? In a year? In five years? Did he want kids or a dog? But these weren’t the kinds of questions to ask when they hadn’t even been on a real date. Talk about getting ahead of herself.

Owen leaned forward. “I think we could have some fun together.”

They could. “I’m not looking for fun,” Grace told him. She planned to treat her love life with the same meticulous care that she ran her business. “Dating someone is serious.”

“It’s supposed to be fun, too.” He reached out and placed his large, warm hand over hers. “Tell me you’ll think about it.”

Dear Reader Contents Cover Back Cover Text Introduction Dear Reader Title Page About the Author Dedication CHAPTER ONE CHAPTER TWO CHAPTER THREE CHAPTER FOUR CHAPTER FIVE CHAPTER SIX CHAPTER SEVEN CHAPTER EIGHT CHAPTER NINE CHAPTER TEN CHAPTER ELEVEN CHAPTER TWELVE CHAPTER THIRTEEN CHAPTER FOURTEEN CHAPTER FIFTEEN CHAPTER SIXTEEN CHAPTER SEVENTEEN Extract Copyright ,

It’s hard to be the middle child, or at least that’s what I learned from The Brady Bunch. For Owen Ford, it’s the struggle to be more than the filling in the sibling sandwich and find his own place and his own space. Lucky for him he’s got Grace Monroe in his corner. Even when she doesn’t want to be.

I hope you’ll enjoy spending a little more time with the Ford family. I know I did.

If you’re curious about the music I played and the actors I pictured while writing the book, visit my website, jennifermckenzie.com.

Happy reading,

Jennifer McKenzie

One More Night

Jennifer

McKenzie

www.millsandboon.co.uk

JENNIFER McKENZIE lives in Vancouver, Canada, where it rains. A lot. Which means she gets to purchase many pairs of cute boots without guilt. She spends her days writing emails, text messages, newsletters and books. When she’s not writing, she’s reading or eating chocolate and trying to convince her husband that it’s a health food. He has yet to fall for it. Visit her on the web at jennifermckenzie.com.

This book is for my uncles who have stolen my socks for fun, thrown me like a football for fun and read my books for fun. I won’t name any names...oh, wait. For Brian, Ken, Rick, Dan and Jens.

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Back Cover Text With this fling... Wedding planner Grace Monroe has her own happily-ever-after all figured out. She even has a five-year plan for getting there. But Owen Ford can’t be part of it—no matter how attractive she finds him. Owen isn’t the marrying kind. Even if he was, he doesn’t have the qualities she’s looking for in a husband. But resisting Owen is impossible—and one night of passion isn’t nearly enough. Yet expecting more isn’t an option, either. Grace needs to end things and get back to her plan. She’s looking for Mr. Right, and Owen can only ever be Mr. Right Now...

Introduction Owen rattled her. He didn’t check any—well, okay, he didn’t check many—of the boxes on her future husband list, but Grace still wanted him. But to what end? Was he looking to settle down? In a year? In five years? Did he want kids or a dog? But these weren’t the kinds of questions to ask when they hadn’t even been on a real date. Talk about getting ahead of herself. Owen leaned forward. “I think we could have some fun together.” They could. “I’m not looking for fun,” Grace told him. She planned to treat her love life with the same meticulous care that she ran her business. “Dating someone is serious.” “It’s supposed to be fun, too.” He reached out and placed his large, warm hand over hers. “Tell me you’ll think about it.”

Dear Reader

Title Page One More Night Jennifer McKenzie www.millsandboon.co.uk

About the Author JENNIFER McKENZIE lives in Vancouver, Canada, where it rains. A lot. Which means she gets to purchase many pairs of cute boots without guilt. She spends her days writing emails, text messages, newsletters and books. When she’s not writing, she’s reading or eating chocolate and trying to convince her husband that it’s a health food. He has yet to fall for it. Visit her on the web at jennifermckenzie.com .

Dedication This book is for my uncles who have stolen my socks for fun, thrown me like a football for fun and read my books for fun. I won’t name any names...oh, wait. For Brian, Ken, Rick, Dan and Jens.

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

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CHAPTER ONE

OWEN FORD SAT in Elephants, one of his family’s wine bars, enjoying the cool reprieve from the July afternoon and the opportunity to do nothing. It seemed over the past few months he’d done nothing but work, work, work. And then work some more. He’d recently taken on a larger role in the management of Elephants, trying to show that he was ready for more, ready to add one of the family’s other properties to his responsibilities. But so far, Elephants was where he remained.

Owen had been surprised to find he didn’t actually hate the work. Something that had shocked him as much as everyone else in the family. In fact, as he leaned back against the tufted padding of the booth in the bar he knew and loved, seeing his accomplishments filled him with a sense of pride.