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The downside of living
in a charming small town is that it’s impossible for Brooke Sargentto avoid anyone. Especially someone as big, handsome, and friendly as
Trevor Bradley. At his brother’s wedding, they flirted and
danced…before Brooke recalled that she’s not ready to trust any
man after her divorce, let alone one who’s the competition. Her
family’s struggling chateau is planning to host the local senior
prom—without the Bradley family’s renowned Honeywilde Inn
muscling in and stealing the glory.

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as well as Carolina Romance Writers, and she’s represented by Nicole
Resciniti of The Seymour Agency.

Chapter 1

Brooke clung to her menu like it was a full skirt on a windy day. “Coffee,” she said to the
Honeywilde waiter.
Her hands cramped, palms sweaty, and the pinching start of a headache worked its way up
both temples.
Meeting with Roark Bradley shouldn’t set her on edge like this. Roark was professional and
pleasant. All of the Bradleys were nice people.
Trevor Bradley in particular.
Nice looking too, though that was beside the point.
Since Devlin’s wedding in August, she’d seen Trevor only in passing. In town, she’d see him
maybe shopping or walking down the sidewalk, but the glimpses were enough to confirm what she
already knew—he was still as wickedly handsome as ever.
Her muscles tensed, ready to jump out of her skin, but her nerves couldn’t be because of
Trevor.
“I’m back. Sorry to keep you waiting.” Roark took the seat across from her and motioned for
coffee. “Anyway, as I was saying, the high school needs Chateau Jolie’s help with their
prom.”
Ding, ding, ding.
The prom.
That would be the source of her anxiety.
Didn’t matter that she and her sisters had been running Chateau Jolie for almost a year, the
prospect of being the location for the school’s emergency prom had her more wound up than a set of
novelty chattering teeth. Brooke unclenched her jaw. “I believe you were about to ask if we could
host the prom at Jolie.” Both a blessing and a curse that couldn’t come at a more inopportune time.
“Yes. The venue they were going to use went out of business last week.
With no notification to the school, their prom is just…gone.”
“Gone?”
“No place to have it, no backup plans. Nothing.”
“Those poor kids.”
Taking this project on wasn’t ideal, but how could she say no to a bunch of sad teenagers
who would get all dressed up and have no place to go?
Roark sipped his coffee and shook his head. “They lost their money too. That event place in
Newton went bankrupt. All of the juniors and seniors had bought tickets, so that’s their hard-earned
cash gone. Which means they’ve got no budget.”
Her stomach dropped. “Well, that—” Sucks. “That’s awful.”
And she couldn’t help them without a budget. Chateau Jolie certainly didn’t have the spare
cash to fork over.
“The assistant principal came to me yesterday asking—actually, pleading is more
accurate—to use Honeywilde. But we’re booked solid for the whole season.”
Of course they were.
Honeywilde was always booked. This season, next season. Every season two years from
now. Honeywilde’s success was one of the reasons for Jolie’s lackluster couple of years.
But she wasn’t about to tell Roark Bradley that.
“Then Sophie thought of Chateau Jolie. Thank goodness your ballroom is available.”
She pasted on a smile. “Yes. Thank goodness.”
“That is, if you can host the event. It’s in two and a half weeks.”
Her eyes almost popped out of her skull.
“I know, I know. It’s not much time, but we’re still going to help,” he rushed to add. “You
wouldn’t be doing this alone. I’m ready to offer up a donation for food, décor, and other expenses.
And some added manpower for the event itself, since Jolie is…well, we have a larger staff here.”
He was understating to be polite. Honeywilde had the money and people to spare. Chateau
Jolie did not.

The throb in her skull got a little bit worse. “I think…”
She didn’t have the luxury of thinking. Chateau Jolie needed to catch a break, especially now
that she had to shell out thousands of dollars to keep from losing part of Jolie to an evil a-hole of a
man.
Not only was hosting the school’s prom the right thing to do, but a community event and
charity might give the hotel the kind of promotion and PR it needed to spark off their slumping
reservation rates and make
some much needed money.
“We wouldn’t throw all of this on you to deal with alone.” Roark leaned forward, his coffee
mug cradled between his hands. “We plan to help out as much as we can. But what the school
needs most is a location.”
Brooke flexed her fingers to get some blood into them. Chateau Jolie could easily be the
location, but they didn’t have Honeywilde’s financial resources to fund a party.
She wasn’t about to tell Roark Bradley that either.
“We’d love for the school to use our ballroom,” she said instead.
“Great!”
But she couldn’t only offer up a location.
If all she provided was a room, then yet again, Honeywilde would be the hero of the day.
They’d swoop in, save the town, and hog all the glory. Again. Chateau Jolie would be the little
stepsister who got dragged along to the dance.
Her family’s business couldn’t afford to be the stepsister anymore.
Brooke stiffened her spine. “We’d want to do more than provide a location though. We have
resources of our own.” Pitifully few, but potay-toe, po-tah-toe. “If the prom is at our hotel, I’d prefer to
be the one in
charge of coordinating with the prom’s committee chair.”
Roark nodded. “Absolutely. I agree.”
Proms weren’t in her wheelhouse, but she knew enough about parties to handle one for
teenagers.
Roark took another sip of his coffee, looking proud as a peacock. “That works out perfectly
for us too. With the Blueberry Festival coming up, and peak season, we don’t need to commit to
managing more than we
can handle.”
Peak season. Must be nice.
She shook off the resentment to concentrate on the possibilities. This prom could be the very
thing Jolie needed, and if she could run the show with a Honeywilde income, even better.
She could make this the goodwill event of the year, get on every social media platform, and
prove her family’s hotel was every bit as charitable and wonderful as Honeywilde, and she might be
able to redeem herself. No, she would redeem herself.
“Hey.” A deep voice interrupted her pep talk.
Brooke looked up, into striking blue eyes and dimples that ought to be outlawed.
Trevor Bradley.

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