Mr. Right, Next Door!,Used

Product Description When financial executive Sophie Messina's weekend is disrupted by a DIYloving neighbor, she's fuming and marches upstairs to complain. But her reaction to gorgeous Grant Templeton shocks her. The man is pure temptation!The pretty workaholic throws exarchitect Grant off balance just as muchhe doesn't know where Sophie's burning ambition comes from, but he knows exactly how destructive it can be. His mantra these days isLive for the moment?and he can tell that if he persuades Sophie to let loose, the moments they'll share will be unforgettable?. About the Author Barbara Wallace cant remember when she wasnt dreaming up love stories in her head, so writing romances for Harlequin is a dream come true. Happily married to her own Prince Charming, she lives in New England with a house full of emptynest animals. Readers can catch up with Barbara through her newsletter. SIgn up at Excerpt. Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. He was doing it again.Since she'd moved in a month ago, Sophie Messina's neighbor had been banging, buzzing and doing Lord knows what in his upstairs apartment, making it completely impossible for her to concentrate.Didn't he realize some people liked quiet on their weekends? That people had work to do?Breathing out a determined sigh, she redoubled her efforts. Allen Breckinridge, one of her managing directors, had announced yesterday afternoon that he needed this merger model for a meeting on Tuesday, which meant she needed to review and correct the work her junior analyst sent over this morning before passing the figures along. And, since no report could ever be finalized without repeating the process at least four times, she needed to make her notes quickly. A lot of analysts would be tempted to make nitpicky comments, more to emphasize their involvement than anything, but Sophie preferred to work efficiently. Last thing she wanted was the managing directors thinking she was the kink in the bottleneck. Especially since she planned on being a managing director herself someday. Sooner rather than later too if all went according to plan.Bam!Oh, for crying out loud, what was he doing up there? Kickboxing holes in the wall? She whipped off her reading glasses and tossed them on the dining room table. This was ridiculous. She must have slipped a halfdozen notes under his door asking him to kindly cease and desist whatever it was he was doing. First politely, and then threatening to bring the issue to the coop owners association, but he'd ignored all of them. Well, no more. This noise was going to stop. Today.Smoothing back her sleek blond ponytail, she stepped outside into the building entryway and shivered as her bare feet met the wood flooring. Before being renovated into coop apartments, the building had been a brownstone mansion. For one reason or another, the architects kept the public areas and her apartment as true to the original decor as possible which was why a large and very ornate crystal chandelier hung in the entranceway. Sophie had to admit, she loved everything about the nineteenthcentury fixtures, from the dark wood molding to the sprawling central stairway with its spindled railings and balustrade. They gave the building an Old World kind of feeling, conjuring up words like historic in her head. Words that implied stability. She liked stability.She liked tranquility, too. A quality that had been distinctly absent the past four weekends. As she climbed the stairs, she swore the banging grew louder with each step. Did he have to do whatever it was he was doing at the loudest possible volume?This wasn't how she envisioned her first conversation with a neighbor. Actually, she hadn't planned on having a conversation at all. One of the reasons she moved to the city two decades ago was because you could go months, years even, without exchanging more than a nod and a hello with the people around you. Not that she was anti