Meant To Be Hers. Joan Kilby

      

      Some loves can’t be denied

      A lot has changed for musical prodigy Finn Farrell since he spent his summers practicing with his piano teacher—and falling for her socialite niece, Carly Maxwell. After blowing his audition for Julliard, Finn turned his back on performing, his romance with Carly collateral damage.

      When their paths cross a decade later, it’s impossible to ignore how much they’ve grown apart. But what hasn’t changed is how comfortably they fit, or their heart-pounding attraction. Now a high-powered executive, Carly has a life a world away from songwriter Finn’s, but she has big dreams for both of them, if she can show Finn he’s worth it.

      When JOAN KILBY isn’t writing her next Harlequin Superromance title, she loves to travel, often to Asia, which is right on Australia’s doorstep, so to speak. Now that her three children are grown, she and her husband enjoy the role reversal of taking off and leaving the kids to take care of the house and pets.

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      Meant to Be Hers

      Joan Kilby

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      ISBN: 978-1-474-08468-0

      MEANT TO BE HERS

      © 2018 Joan Kilby

      Published in Great Britain 2018

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      “Are you in your old room?” Finn asked.

      “Uh-huh. Down the end of the hallway.”

      “I know.”

      Carly twisted her head to peer at him. “How d’you know?”

      “I used to watch your lit window on summer nights.” He’d ridden his bike across town, from his family’s small home in a poor neighborhood to this heritage home on South Hill—which his mom called Snob Hill. Except that Irene was no snob and Carly...well, she’d never once made him feel lesser because of where he lived or who he was. But her father was an investment banker and Carly seemed to have inherited his drive to succeed in business. Finn had no problem with a good work ethic; he had one himself. But what had Irene said? Carly was pushing herself too hard, working all the time. What did she have to prove?

      Carly’s face lit with a delighted grin. “You couldn’t have seen anything. I always drew the curtains.”

      “Your silhouette was very sexy.”

      “Liar. I was a beanpole.”

      Not anymore, he thought. She was shapely in all the right places.

      Dear Reader,

      Writing this final letter to you is bittersweet—my first published romance novel was a Superromance and the line will always hold a special place in my heart.

      It’s only fitting that my final Superromance, Meant to Be Hers, is a book of my heart. In my twenties I lived in a series of group houses where friends, friends of friends and strangers who became friends created a kind of family. We lived together, ate together, drank together, shared the rent and the chores and the ups and downs of everyone’s lives. Just as in Meant to Be Hers, a lot of the socializing took place in the kitchen and around the dining table. In the last group house I lived in I met my husband-to-be. We went from housemates to falling in love to getting married and starting our own family.

      Meant to Be Hers is about other things, too—rediscovering a career passion, dealing with loss, navigating a path to happiness and, of course, finding that special person, the one you’re meant to be with.

      Thank you from the bottom of my heart for sharing the journey with me.

      Joan Kilby

      PS: This isn’t goodbye. I’m still writing, with many more stories to tell. Look for them at joankilby.com.

      This book is for all my readers, everywhere. Because of you, I’ve spent my life doing what I love—telling stories.

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