A Wedding in New York

  You are cordially invited to the wedding of the century...

  Heiress Ivy Jenkins and CEO Sebastian Davis—Manhattan’s It Couple!—are set to tie the knot at New York’s ultimate wedding venue: Parker & Parker.

  With their guest list a who’s who of the city’s A-Listers, Ivy and Sebastian want a wedding to remember! So they need the best in the business to help plan their perfect day... Cue Alexandra Harris, Hailey Thomas and Autumn Jones! The wedding planner, florist and maid of honor may be there to make Ivy and Sebastian’s day magical...but what if their love lives receive a sprinkle of Christmas magic, too?

  Discover Alexandra and Drew’s story in The Wedding Planner’s Christmas Wish by Cara Colter

  Hailey and Giovanni’s story in

  Prince’s Christmas Baby Surprise by Ellie Darkins

  and

  Autumn and Jack’s story in Reunited Under the Mistletoe by Susan Meier

  Available now!

  Dear Reader,

  I love writing Christmas stories. Toss in Manhattan and a wedding and there’s even more fun.

  Ivy and Sebastian are society darlings. The venue for the wedding is to die for. With millions of dollars at my imagination’s disposal, I could have just about anything I wanted for that wedding. Fancy food. Eye-popping decorations. Limos. Tuxes. Gowns. I had it all to play with.

  But in the background hums another story. Jack Adams also has it all. But he’s alone. Bridesmaid Autumn Jones and her family tempt him to want something more.

  The clock is ticking. Jack and Autumn have one month of wedding planning and working together on Autumn’s interview skills before they’ll go their separate ways.

  Can she convince him his life is in the future, not the past?

  Susan Meier

  Reunited Under the Mistletoe

  Susan Meier

  Susan Meier is the author of over fifty books for Harlequin. The Tycoon’s Secret Daughter was a Romance Writers of America RITA® Award finalist, and Nanny for the Millionaire’s Twins won the Book Buyers Best Award and was a finalist in the National Readers’ Choice Awards. Susan is married and has three children. One of eleven children herself, she loves to write about the complexity of families and totally believes in the power of love.

  Books by Susan Meier

  Harlequin Romance

  A Billion-Dollar Family

  Tuscan Summer with the Billionaire

  The Billionaire’s Island Reunion

  Christmas at the Harrington Park Hotel

  Stolen Kiss with Her Billionaire Boss

  The Missing Manhattan Heirs

  Cinderella’s Billion-Dollar Christmas

  The Bodyguard and the Heiress

  Hired by the Unexpected Billionaire

  Visit the Author Profile page at Harlequin.com for more titles.

  Praise for

  Susan Meier

  “The perfect choice. I read this in one sitting; once I started, I couldn’t put it down. The Bodyguard and the Heiress will put a smile in your heart. What I love most about Susan Meier’s books is the joy your heart feels as you take the journey with characters that come to life. Love this book.”

  —Goodreads

  Contents

  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

  Chapter Eighteen

  Epilogue

  Excerpt from Christmas with His Cinderella by Jessica Gilmore

  CHAPTER ONE

  “THE QUEEN SENDS her regrets.”

  The Queen?

  Autumn Jones stifled a laugh. She knew Ivy Jenkins’s society wedding would be packed with a who’s who of guests...but the Queen?

  She glanced around the office of Ivy’s Park Avenue townhouse. Decorated for Christmas, the whole place could have been taken from the pages of a high-end style magazine because Ivy was Manhattan royalty. Autumn, the most average woman on the face of the earth with her mid-length auburn hair and hazel eyes, should have felt out of place, but because of Raise Your Voice, the charity where Ivy volunteered and Autumn worked, she and Ivy had become close. Not just friends. More like sisters.

  As Ivy’s assistant handed a Tiffany’s box to her, a gift in lieu of the Queen’s appearance, dark-haired, green-eyed Ivy arched one perfectly shaped eyebrow. “She’s seriously not coming? Are you kidding me?”

  This time Autumn couldn’t hold back the laugh. Sometimes Ivy’s life amazed her. “You weren’t actually expecting the Queen to come to your wedding?”

  “No. I just thought she’d RSVP by the November twenty-eighth deadline. Not two days after. For Pete’s sake, where is her staff?” She pointed at the seating chart she and Autumn had been reviewing in front of a marble fireplace rimmed with evergreen branches and bright red ornaments. “Look, she has a seat...two. One for her. One for her guest. Because Alexandra, the wedding planner, made this chart based on RSVPs.”

  Autumn shook her head. It was exactly two weeks until the wedding and though Ivy was as polished as ever, her nerves were beginning to fray. Not a lot. She’d been one of Manhattan’s elite her entire life. She knew how to be a lady, and she liked to throw a party—two reasons why Autumn and Ivy had bonded at Raise Your Voice, a charity created to assist underprivileged women who needed help climbing the ranks of corporate America. Ivy had the connections and Autumn had the skills to host events that raised millions.

  As Ivy handed the Tiffany’s box back to her assistant who walked it to the table with the other wedding gifts, the office door opened again. Sebastian Davis, CEO of one of New York’s most exciting tech startups and Ivy’s fiancé, entered. Wearing a dark suit and white shirt with a thin gray tie, he looked ready for the board meeting Autumn knew he had that crisp Saturday.

  “Good morning, everybody.”

  Ivy and Autumn said, “Good morning.”

  He bent down and bussed a quick kiss across Ivy’s cheek. “More gifts?”

  Ivy rolled her eyes. “And late RSVPs. We’re looking at the seating chart before I approve it for Alexandra.” She took a quick breath. “Did you know the Queen wasn’t coming?”

  He winced. “No. But it takes a lot to get her to travel to America these days. Besides, the royals from Adria are coming. That’s enough royalty for anybody’s wedding.” He headed for the door again. “I’ll see you at dinner.” But he stopped suddenly and pivoted to face them. “By the way, Autumn, your partner for the wedding is having dinner with us tonight and I was hoping you would join us.”

  Ivy clapped. “Oh, great idea!” She turned to Autumn. “I cannot wait for you to meet Jack.”

  Autumn happily said, “Okay. I don’t think I have plans on my calendar for tonight, but even if I do, I’m sure I can reschedule. Anything you need in the next two weeks, I’m your girl.”

  “Good,” Sebastian said.

  Ivy smiled.

  She rose from her chair, grabbing her purse and briefcase from the floor beside it. “I should get to work, too.”

  Sebastian waited for her at the office door. “You’re going into your office on a Saturday?”

  “Most of our clients have Monday through Friday jobs. Saturdays are when they have time for appointments with our mentors.”

  Sebastian smiled. “Makes sense. Can I give you a lift?”

  “No. I’m fine.”

  They walked into the main foyer, a space so elegant it could have been in a museum. The sound of their heels clicking on the marble floor echoed around them.

  Sebastian opened the black and etched glass front door for her. She stepped out with a murmured, “Thanks,” for Sebastian, but when she looked toward the street, she blinked and did a double take.

  Leaning against Sebastian’s black limo was a big, fat unresolved piece of Autumn’s past—

  Jack Adams.

  Tall and thin and wearing a dark suit and black overcoat in the cold last-day-of-November air, he looked every inch a mogul like Sebastian.

  His blue eyes met hers across the sidewalk. He pushed off the fender of the limo.

  Sebastian said, “Hey! You’re here!”

  “I wanted to catch a ride to the board meeting. Thought I could run my new management system by you while we drove.”

  Sebastian motioned to the car. “Great. Get in.” Then he faced Autumn. “Autumn, this is Jack Adams, your partner for the wedding.”

  Jack held her gaze. He didn’t make a move to tell his friend Sebastian they already knew each other. In fact, he extended his hand to shake hers, like they were strangers meeting for the first time.

  Oh, dear God! Maybe he didn’t remember her!

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  “Jack, this is Autumn Jones.”

  Their hands met, wrapped around each other and bobbed up and down once. Feeling like a deer in the headlights, Autumn could only stare at him. She’d think she had the wrong guy—Jack Adams was a common name—but she’d remember those blue eyes anywhere. Five years had been very kind to him. Not only did he appear smooth and polished, but also he was just plain gorgeous.

  In that second, she could forgive herself for their one-night stand. Because had it been up to her, it would have been more than a one-night stand. But looking at him now, she could see why he hadn’t thought of her as anything other than a passing fancy.

  He was well dressed, sophisticated, obviously rich.

  And she was still Autumn Jones, outreach officer for Raise Your Voice. She had the same car, same apartment, same job... Good God. It was like she was stuck in a time warp.

  “It’s nice to meet you Mr. Adams...”

  He almost smiled. “Jack.”

  Or maybe he did remember her?

  Her heart thrummed as she recalled some particularly interesting parts of their encounter.

  A blush crept up her cheeks. “Sure. Sure. Jack.”

  Sebastian said, “Sorry, Autumn. Don’t mean to rush off but we’ve got to get going.”

  “Me too.” She pointed to the right. “I’m picking up a birthday cake at the bakery—”

  Her voice trailed off and she fought to keep her eyes from squeezing shut in misery. Her biggest claim to fame was that she was the office birthday girl. She remembered the date, bought the cake, got the card signed.

  No fancy job. Not married. Not dating. Still ten pounds overweight.

  Yeah, Fate. She got it. No sense in rubbing salt into the wound.

  She pivoted to head to the bakery.

  “Nice to meet you, too, Autumn.”

  Jack’s smooth voice stopped her dead in her tracks as it washed over her like good whiskey. Which, if she remembered correctly, had been his drink of choice.

  Refusing to think about that night, that wonderful night that could have stayed in her memory like the plot of a favorite movie if he hadn’t unceremoniously disappeared from her bed, she faced him again.

  She said, “Thanks,” then quickly turned to go.

  Before she got two steps down the block, Sebastian called, “Don’t forget dinner tonight!”

  This time she did squeeze her eyes shut. Seriously? She had to endure dinner with him? She groaned. And the entire day of the wedding?

  She straightened her shoulders. Damned if she’d let that hurt or upset her. She might be stuck in the past, but she was a mature adult. And no matter how successful he was, he was an oaf. He’d swept her off her feet then sneaked out in the middle of the night. No goodbye. No call the next day. Or the next week. Or the next month.

  Yeah. She was over him.

  She popped her eyes open then faced Sebastian and Jack again with a smile. “I won’t forget!” she said with a wave, hoping to speedily spin around and get out of there—

  But her eyes met Jack’s and she suddenly felt tall and why-hadn’t-she-ever-buckled-down-and-lost-those-ten-pounds? clumsy.

  Damn it! What the hell was it about this guy that she couldn’t step out of idiot mode?

  Waking up in her empty bed the day after the most romantic night of her life had been embarrassing and soul crushing, but she’d moved on.

  Really.

  Seeing him shouldn’t even be a blip on her radar screen!

  But if the tightening of her chest was anything to go by, it hadn’t quite been the nonevent she’d convinced herself it was.

  She said, “Goodbye,” pivoted and raced away, her heart heavy.

  Yeah. It truly hadn’t been the nonevent she’d convinced herself it was.

  * * *

  Jack Adams stared out the darkened window of Sebastian’s limo.

  Of all the people to be his partner for Sebastian and Ivy’s wedding... Autumn Jones? The woman who reminded him of the worst day of his life?

  “You wanted to talk about your new management system?”

  “Not really the system itself,” he said, glancing at Sebastian. “The provider. I’ve got it narrowed down to three. I wanted to see if you’d heard of any of them.”

  Sebastian chuckled. “You mean you wanted to see if I knew any dirt on any of them.”

  Jack snorted. “Yeah.”

  “Okay, who are you considering?”

  Jack opened his briefcase and handed Sebastian his short list.

  Sebastian scanned it. “Two are relatively new. But this one,” he said, pointing at a name on the list, “has been around forever. That’s always a nudge in their favor...”

  “That’s the group we were thinking about working with.” Jack put the list back in his briefcase.

  “So, you’re good?”

  “Yeah, I’m good.”

  Sebastian eyeballed him. “You don’t look good. You look like you swallowed a live fish.”

  Jack gaped at him. “A live fish?”

  “Yeah. Something that didn’t go down well.”

  This was why Sebastian was rolling in success. A genius with a keen business sense wasn’t unheard of. A genius who could read people like short books? Not so easy to find.

  “Maybe I’m just making too big of a deal about the management system. After all, there are prepackaged systems for restaurants...especially companies with multiple sites.”

  “Or maybe you’re avoiding the subject.”

  Jack reached for a bottle of water from the small fridge beside the limo’s minibar. There was no way he’d tell Sebastian about his night with Autumn. Partially because he didn’t want to embarrass her. Partially because it had taken him years to erase that night from his brain. He didn’t want to bring it up again.

  “You know that anybody who runs a company is always thinking. Always preoccupied.” He opened the water and took a long drink.

  “Yeah, I get it.” Sebastian nudged Jack’s bicep. “But how about being present tonight. Who knows? You might just hit it off with Autumn.”

  Jack swallowed so hard and so fast, he almost choked. “She seems like a very nice woman but...”

  Sebastian frowned at Jack. “But what? She’s not your type?”

  “I don’t have a type.”

  “Of course, you do. Cool brunettes who don’t ever really get to know you because they’re shallow and you pretend to be somebody else. And at least two of them were crazy.”

  “That’s not true.”

  Sebastian only looked at him. “Not even the one who stole from you? Or the one who burned down your beach house?”

  Jack grimaced. He had horrible luck choosing women. Everyone but Autumn because she’d only been a one-night stand. She hadn’t had time enough to do something egregious like steal from him, cheat on him or burn down his beach house—

  Which was why he now only had one-night stands. He’d gotten engaged three times out of a desperate need to feel connected, to feel normal, to have a normal life. He was over that now. Some people simply were made to stand alone. Be strong. Make their mark as a businessperson, not a family man.

  “All right. It’s a little true. But I finally figured out it’s not a good idea for me to settle down. There are temptations in a billionaire’s life.” Like things to steal. “And I work hard.” Leaving at least one fiancée so lonely, she’d cheated.

  Sebastian snorted. “And fiancée number three had a temper.”

  He held back a groan. She sure had. A person had to be really angry to pour gasoline on someone’s sofa, toss a match on it and walk away without a backward glance. “Yeah. She had a temper.”

  “But I do agree that you work hard. Maybe too hard.”

  “Probably.” But he worked hard for his mom. For her vision. To see that vision realized. She’d come up to him the night of his first and only Raise Your Voice gala and told him she wasn’t feeling well and would be taking the limo home. He thought of going with her, but he had already spotted Autumn across the room and felt like lightning had struck him. So, he’d kissed his mom’s cheek and let her go.

  Then he’d turned off his phone and eased through the groups gathered in the crowded ballroom to introduce himself.

 

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