HOT NIGHT
IN THE HAMPTONS
Nana Malone
To Fritz. Thank you for making my New York Valentine’s Day so fun.
Thank you so much for reading Hot Night in the Hamptons. I was once a young PR intern many moons ago, so Elina and Gabe were a fun little trip back in time. I may or may not have drawn more than a little inspiration from my own life. Shh, don’t tell anyone.
I also loved that I got to revisit Delilah and Willow from my Donovans series! Next up for me, I’ve got more Donovans (yes, which means more Delilah) and many more Kimani books. So sit back, relax and happy reading!
If you want to chat with me, I’m pretty easy to find!
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Contents
“You’re headed off to your friend’s wedding this weekend, right?”
Elina Sinclair barely managed to keep herself from groaning out loud to her boss. She hated weddings. Reece was the sole reason she was going. Her best friend had seen her through enough trauma in her life. The least she could do was be there for her girl as she walked down the marriage-guillotine-aisle. “Yeah, I leave tonight. I’ll be back on Sunday. But if you need anything, don’t hesitate to call.”
Her boss, Delilah Donovan, leaned back against the sofa in the lounge area of their office. In the far corner, Delilah’s business partner, Willow, hunched over her laptop.
“Honey, it’s a wedding, and a couple of days off. Enjoy it. Flirt with the cute best man. That’s what you’re supposed to do.”
Elina considered this. Maybe right now was not the time to tell Delilah that she loathed every single thing about weddings. That, thanks to her mother, the fairy-tale luster had worn off...probably not a good idea to mention that since her boss had just tied the knot herself. “Yep, I hear you. Fun, fun. That’s me.” She forced a smile.
More like she’d rather be following some survival guide through the Mojave Desert, eating things gross enough to make her stomach turn, than go to this wedding. It’s for Reece. Yeah, for her bestie, she could suck it up and put on her big-girl thong.
Delilah rolled her eyes. “Elina, I swear it’s like you don’t want the time off.”
“Not really. I’ve gotten used to the pace, and I like it.” D. Donovan Image Consultants was a boutique public relations agency. They cleaned up the reputation of the worst media screwups. Made problems go away. Technically they were PR firm meets law firm, but they were so much more than that. They affected real change in people’s lives. Their clients included CEOs, diplomats, politicians and athletes. Delilah didn’t handle celebrities anymore though, thanks to several bad apples.
After graduation, Elina