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Автор: Nikki Logan
Издательство: HarperCollins
Серия: Mills & Boon Modern Heat
Жанр произведения: Контркультура
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isbn: 9781408917626
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       About the Author

      NIKKI LOGAN lives amongst a string of wetlands in Australia with her partner and a menagerie of animals. Her stories are full of romance in descriptive, natural environments. She believes the richness and danger of wild places perfectly mirror the passion and risk of falling in love. Nikki authored her first romance on a sabbatical from work. Determined to be published by forty, her first book hit shelves in February 2010, her fortieth year, and she hasn’t looked back since.

      Rapunzel in New York

      Nikki Logan

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      ISBN: 9781408917626

      RAPUNZEL IN NEW YORK

      © 2011 Nikki Logan

      Published in Great Britain 2020

      by Mills & Boon, an imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers 1 London Bridge Street, London, SE1 9GF

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       Contents

       Cover

       Title Page

       Copyright

       Dedication

       CHAPTER TWO

       CHAPTER THREE

       CHAPTER FOUR

       CHAPTER FIVE

       CHAPTER SIX

       CHAPTER EIGHT

       CHAPTER NINE

       CHAPTER TEN

       CHAPTER ELEVEN

       CHAPTER TWELVE

       About the Publisher

      To Carol and Marlon: I hope my Viktoria is the kind of woman you’d have wanted yours to grow into

       CHAPTER ONE

       “YOU’d better get up here, Nathan. There’s a woman about to jump from your building.”

      Two sentences.

      That’s all it took to tear Nathan Archer away from his Columbus Circle office and send him racing uptown. Ironic that the A-line was quicker than a cab or even his driver could get him up to Morningside, but the subway spilled him out just one block from the West 126th Street building he’d grown up in. Grown old in. Well before his time.

      He pushed through the gathered throng, shaking his head at the impatient crowd. Was there a whole population of people who hovered in alleys and bars just waiting for some poor individual to be nudged too far in life? To climb out onto a bridge or a rooftop?

      Or a ledge.

      He followed their collective gaze upward. Sure enough, there she was. Not exactly preparing for a swan dive; more crouched than standing. She looked young, though it was hard to tell from this distance.

      She was staring at the sky with an intensity strong enough to render her completely oblivious to the crowd gathering below. He lifted his eyes to the popcorn clouds. Was she praying? Or was she just in her own tormented world?

      “The crisis team is mobilizing,” a nearby cop said, turning back to stare uselessly