About the Author
First published in 2001, KATHLEEN O’REILLY is an award-winning author of more than twenty romances, with more books on the way. Reviewers have been lavish in their praise, applauding her “biting humor,” “amazing storytelling” and “sparkling characters.” She lives in New York with her husband, two children and one indestructible goldfish. Please contact the author at [email protected] or by mail at PO Box 312, Nyack, NY 10960, USA.
Dear Reader,
A while back I noticed a trend in my stories. Unexpected love, unexpected places. My editor suggested a trilogy, and the Blaze® senior editor came up with a grand title for it: WHERE YOU LEAST EXPECT IT.
In the first book, Hot Under Pressure, the characters meet on a crazy airplane flight. For Midnight Resolutions I focused on New Year’s Eve.
When I came up with the idea of a magical kiss on New Year’s, I knew I wanted to create two characters who needed to start over. It was only a matter of figuring out the why. With Ian and Rose, I found those two people. There was Ian, who knew what he needed to do, and was already on his journey. And then there was Rose, who didn’t have a clue…until she started to fall in love.
I hope you enjoy the story, and I hope your 2011 is bright, joyous and full of new beginnings.
Look for the next WHERE YOU LEAST EXPECT IT book soon. There’s this lake, and this hero who wants to be left alone…
Best wishes for the New Year!
Kathleen O’Reilly
Midnight Resolutions
Kathleen O’Reilly
MILLS & BOON
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Table of Contents
Chapter One
NEW YEAR’S EVE IN TIMES SQUARE. Ian Cumberland was done dwelling on last year’s miseries. Tonight was about new resolutions, new hopes, new opportunities. Cheerfully he stuffed his hands in his pockets and inhaled the crisp, seventeen-degree air. It was nearly midnight, and he was primed for the winds of change to blast open new doors. The neon carnival that was Times Square had seemed the ideal location—apparently it was also the ideal place for another two million huddled masses. They were huddled because those winds of change were blowing from the north at approximately thirty-five miles per hour. And not that he wanted to complain, but okay, those winds were freaking cold.
Noisemakers and plastic horns bleated in the air, riding over the upbeat tempo of the latest and greatest boy-band—greatest, that is, until they hit puberty or got involved in the latest sex scandal, whichever came first. No—no negativity. Not tonight.
Determined to make this work, Ian gave his senses free rein, marveling at all the tiny details he’d overlooked before. Ear-blasting sounds, a kaleidoscope of brilliant colors and a melting pot of smells. He took a deep breath of New York air—a million divergent perfumes, roasted chestnuts and strangely enough, honeysuckle.
Over the past year, he’d divided his life into two distinct periods. Prelayoff and postlayoff. Prelayoff ended precisely at 4:30 p.m. on February seventeenth. Then, Ian didn’t have the time to waste twelve hours standing around Times Square waiting for a giant multicolored orb to fall from the sky. Postlayoff, he still didn’t have the time, but now he had the will.
New Year’s at Times Square had been on his list of life to-dos since he was ten, waiting to be checked off. Prelayoff, he didn’t worry much about getting to Times Square. Postlayoff, he realized that life was not cooperative and orderly, and when you got the chance to have