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Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 96752 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)

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From New York Times bestselling author Lexi Blake, discover The Park Avenue Promise Series...

Three young women make a pact in high school—
to always be friends and to one day make it big in Manhattan

Built to Last

Harper Ross has always dreamed of working on one of the magnificent brownstones of Park Avenue. Now one of her closest friends has bought the house of her dreams and hired Harper to do the construction work. She wants to showcase the renovation on a television show for her brand-new production company. It’s the same grand home she and her friends promised themselves they would be able to afford one day. Working on it isn’t the same as living in it, but it’s all a part of Harper’s grand plan to grow her father’s construction business into one of the biggest in the city. The only obstacle—the designer on the project.

Reid Dorsey believes in the balance between beauty and functionality. As one of Manhattan’s new voices in design, he’s excited to get to work on a true Gilded Age property. If only the owner had selected a contractor he enjoyed working with. Oh, Harper was brilliant and her work was excellent, but she has an opinion on everything—and it’s usually the opposite of his.

Over the course of the job, these enemies start to see different sides of each other, and suddenly their fights don’t seem so bad. But when the project is threatened, they might have to choose between their jobs and the beautifully designed future they could share.

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Chapter One

I stand in the middle of what was once a grand ballroom and think about all the work ahead of me. Soft light filters in from the big windows that overlook the garden, and I can’t help but wonder what it must have been like to stand on the balcony and watch the stars and the moon.

Not that you can do that today, but I don’t think pollution was quite as bad during the Gilded Age when this mansion was built. I could be wrong about that. History isn’t my best subject.

But architecture is.

Banover Place. Once this magnificent mansion was owned by a railroad tycoon, and the family also ran bootleg booze during prohibition as evidenced by the tunnels below the house that lead to a hotel two blocks away. So much history in one home.

I can’t wait to get to work. This is the job I’ve been waiting my whole life to do.

“What do you think?” Anika asks. Anika Fox. One of my two best friends since we were kids. Anika, who will soon be known as Her Majesty, Queen Anika of Ralavia. Long live the queen and all that.

She’s not wearing her crown today, but there’s no doubt my bestie rules her world with a kind smile and a lot of love. She’s a very modern monarch, and she’s the reason I’m standing in this mansion.

“I think it’s going to be beautiful when I’m done with it,” I reply with confidence.

I’ve gotten to know this house. While Anika was a contestant on a reality dating show that took place inside the mansion, I was brought in to ensure production didn’t ruin the aesthetics of the place. Or destroy a hundred years’ worth of history because they needed better lighting. I’ve worked here for months, but what Anika is now offering is far more than some handywork.

A complete renovation. I’m going to get to completely renovate this glorious monstrosity of a house. The thought of spending hours and hours bringing this place back to its former beauty excites me in a way I can’t explain. I’ve worked in construction all of my life, but this is different. This isn’t building something new, some nondescript office structure in Brooklyn or a high-rise condo. This is delicate. This feels like art to me.

“And you’re sure it’s not going to hurt the business?” My other best friend, Ivy Jensen, walks back in from the hall.

She’s got reason to be worried. She helped me pull my father’s construction business out of possible bankruptcy. Ivy is a tech goddess who’s working on perfecting the AI software she developed with her fiancé, Heath. Beyond that, she simply knows how to run a business. She quickly identified the problems and restructured how the company handles our finances and voila, we’re thriving again. She also found me a tax attorney who managed to get our ass out of the fire because Dad and my uncle had never seen the benefit of paying their taxes. So I understand why Ivy wants to make sure the company I inherited from my father is steady. “I can handle both jobs. It’s not like I’m on-site much these days. I can take meetings with clients in the mornings and get here to set before lunch. Paul’s going to handle the day-to-day operations while I’m working here. It’s an eight-week gig.”

“We hope,” Ivy points out. She gestures around the grand ballroom. “You never know with these things. I’ve been watching a lot of real estate and renovation shows, and something always goes wrong. Always. Have we checked the water heater? Does anyone know the difference between black mold and regular, won’t-kill-you mold?”

“Well, for one thing, it’s black in color.” It’s fun to have Ivy freaking about things in my world. It’s a little payback because I freak out about computer stuff, and I swear the damn things hate me and love her. I lose a spreadsheet and call Ivy because I won’t be able to make payroll, and she swoops in and it comes back with the stroke of a key. So I’ll tease her a bit about this. “The only mold I’ve seen is in the bathroom down the hall,” I say, knowing she recently used that sucker. There is no mold in Banover Place. “As long as you don’t breathe in there, you’ll be fine.”

Ivy pales a bit. “I want a hazmat suit.”

“There’s no black mold,” Anika assures her. “We’ve already done an inspection. We had to in order to get the insurance.” Anika frowns my way. “You know she gets nervous about mold.”

I’m not sure why since Ivy Jensen fears nothing. I mean nothing. She should totally be more worried about her sketchy dining choices. I’ve watched her down tacos from some dude selling them out of a cooler off 44th Street right before the cops chased him away.

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My Royal Showmance (Park Avenue Promise #2) Read Online Lexi Blake http://www.wownovels.com/my-royal-showmance-park-avenue-promise-2-read-online-lexi-blake Thu, 13 Jun 2024 07:54:36 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/my-royal-showmance-park-avenue-promise-2-read-online-lexi-blake Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Funny, Insta-Love Authors: Lexi Blake Series: Park Avenue Promise Series by Lexi Blake
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Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 95609 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)

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From New York Times bestselling author Lexi Blake, discover The Park Avenue Promise Series...

Three young women make a pact in high school—
to always be friends and to one day make it big in Manhattan.

My Royal Showmance

Anika Fox knows exactly where she wants to be, and it’s not on the set of a reality TV dating show. She’s working her way up at the production company she works for and she’s close to achieving some of her dreams. The big boss just wants one thing from her. She’s got a potential problem with the director of The King Takes a Bride and she wants Anika to pose as a production assistant and report back.

As the king of a tiny European country, Luca St. Marten knows the world views him as one of the pampered royalty of the world. It couldn’t be further from the truth. His country is hurting and he’s right there on the front lines with his citizens. When he’s asked to do a dating show, his counselors point out that it could bring tourism back to Ralavia. It goes against his every desire, but he agrees.

When one of the contestants drops out at the last minute, Anika finds herself replacing the potential princess. She’s sure she’ll be asked to leave the first night, but Luca keeps picking her again and again. Suddenly she finds herself in the middle of a made-for-TV fantasy, and she’s unsure what’s real and what’s simply reality TV.

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Chapter One

“Do you understand what I’m asking you to do?”

I stare at my boss and wish I could say no and that I’m just not up to this new assignment she’s giving me. Not that it’s all that new. She gave me a week to think about it, and I can’t figure a way out that doesn’t involve me leaving a job I love. I’ve been with Pinnacle Productions for five years now, and I’m so close to getting to where I want to be.

But where I want to be isn’t where she wants me to go for the near future.

“You want me to figure out if Joseph Helms is sexually harassing his crew because you can’t afford to hand over a multibillion-dollar franchise to him if he’s going to cause a scandal.”

Joseph Helms had been Hollywood’s golden boy until he’d gotten too invested in vodka. Now, he’s making something of a comeback. Pinnacle recently invested millions of dollars to acquire a super popular video game franchise, and the rumor is the board wants Helms to direct.

Yep. That’s why she wants me to put my career on hold. Not hold, exactly. It’s worse. I’m taking a step down.

All in all, not how I’d expected my year to go.

I’d started the year with the highest hopes. I’d gone to my bosses with a couple of projects I thought I would be good for. I’ve spent the last ten years in the trenches. First as an intern to a big network known for its educational and reality TV shows, and then as a production assistant on several projects. I’ve become well known as everyone’s Girl Friday. Need a latte at three in the morning because you have an early call and forgot to fit in some sleep? Call Anika Fox. Does the writer need to be soothed into coming up with a fourteenth draft? Anika is every writer’s best friend. Need someone to manhandle a morning news host out of a night club? I’m short but I put some time in the gym, and I can be persuasive.

The woman in front of me often calls me her secret weapon, and it looks like I’m about to be deployed.

Jessica Wallace has been the force behind Pinnacle Entertainment for the last thirty years. Her father had started the studio in the forties, and everyone had expected her brother to take over when he died. I’m still not sure if she had some shit on him or if he really did want to run away to Boca and retire at a young age, but when the board voted, Jessica had come out on top. She’d taken power when women were still mostly on the sidelines. Those are actual Oscars on the wall behind her. In an office that screams power and status, those golden men are hung almost perfectly like horns she could use to headbutt her way through anything. She sits back, looking comfortable and as casual as she ever gets in slacks and a silk blouse, her perfectly silver hair in a chic bob. “Yes, that is the general gist of this assignment.”

“And I have to pretend to be a production assistant on the reality show he’s directing in order to…” I need things to be made perfectly plain. “Am I bait?”

She stares at me for a moment as though trying to figure out how to handle me. “I wouldn’t call you bait, Ani. I hope you know I wouldn’t put you in a position I didn’t think you could handle. I have no idea if you’re his type, but you are everyone else’s, and by that I mean people will talk to you. People confide in you. They trust you, and I want you to let anyone who needs to be heard know that you are listening.”

Well, there’s a reason she’s reached the heights she has. She knows how to get a person on board. If there are women out there being harassed, they’re probably a lot like me. And she’s right. People do tend to talk to me. I think it’s because I’m one of those women—pretty but not too pretty, smart but not intimidating. I sometimes worry I’m a little mid, but I’m also comfortable being who I am. I’m on the basic side, and that’s okay with me.

Which is likely why people I’ve only recently met sometimes tell me their life stories.

“I’m not even certain anything is happening, though it wouldn’t surprise me,” she continues. “Joseph is an old friend of my husband’s. His wife is… Well, I would certainly cheat on her.”

“Jess,” I begin, because one of my jobs is to remind her this isn’t the eighties and we’re not all high on cocaine and meanness.

A slender shoulder shrugs. “I wasn’t talking about her looks. Sylvie is fine if one enjoys the crunchy-vegan look. I’m talking about her personality. That’s still fine to remark upon if one is not discussing something one can’t help. She could be less boring. And seriously, you need to loosen up. I don’t understand your generation. No one in mine was allergic to gluten. Sylvie goes on and on about gluten. Isn’t that one of those things that people make up?”

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Start Us Up (Park Avenue Promise #1) Read Online Lexi Blake http://www.wownovels.com/start-us-up-park-avenue-promise-1-read-online-lexi-blake Wed, 16 Aug 2023 21:45:22 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/start-us-up-park-avenue-promise-1-read-online-lexi-blake Genre: Chick Lit, Contemporary, Funny Authors: Lexi Blake Series: Park Avenue Promise Series by Lexi Blake
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Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96454 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 482(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)

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From New York Times bestselling author Lexi Blake, discover The Park Avenue Promise Series...

Three young women make a pact in high school—
to always be friends and to one day make it big in Manhattan.

She’s a high-tech boss who lost it all…

Ivy Jensen was the darling of the tech world, right up until her company fell apart completely after she trusted the wrong person. Her reputation in tatters, she finds herself back in the tiny apartment she grew up in, living with her mom. When a group of angel investors offer her a meeting, she knows she has to come up with the new big idea or her career is over.

He’s an up and coming coder…

Heath Marino has always been fascinated with writing code. He’s worked on a dozen games and apps and is considered one of the industry’s more eccentric talents. But now he’s back in New York to spend time with his grandmother. She was known as one of the city’s greatest matchmakers, and he wants to know why. Surely there’s some kind of code in his grandmother’s methods, and he’s going to find them.

When Ivy meets Heath it’s instant attraction, but she’s got a career to get back to and he just might be her on-ramp. It could be a perfect partnership or absolute heartbreak.

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Prologue

Manhattan

13 years ago

“I’m pretty sure we’re not supposed to be here.”

“Well, I’m not going back out there. Britney is awful. If I have to hear her talk about my shoes one more time I’m going to punch her in the face, and then where will we be?”

Ivy Jensen looked up at Anika Fox and Harper Ross as she closed the door behind her, ignoring the sign on the outside that stated this room was off limits to the public.

They’d managed to ditch their group. It wasn’t what she’d been planning when she’d signed up for the field trip to Banover Place. She wasn’t particularly interested in a Golden Age mansion. Or was it Gilded? She wasn’t sure. Old houses weren’t her thing. She would bet this place got crappy Internet.

The room was smaller than the ones they’d been touring and seemed to be used as some sort of storage space. There was only one half circle of a window that showed the gray skies over the Upper East Side. The teacher had tried to set the scene earlier, had talked about how the city had looked in the eighteen hundreds, but all Ivy had been able to see was rain clouds that would likely open up and leave her cold and wet because she didn’t have an umbrella.

Then the class mean girls would make fun of her, too.

“There’s nothing wrong with your shoes.” Anika moved further into the room.

“They’re ugly but they’re comfortable.” Harper seemed to be studying the brick walls. She was wearing her familiar uniform of jeans and a sweater. Despite the fact that it was early May, there was still a chill in the air. On most days she wore sneakers, but today she’d shown up in the boots she normally wore when she worked at her father’s construction site. Which she likely had earlier today and forgotten about them. “I’m just tired of the rich kids screwing with us. Ivy, build us a robot we can set on Britney.”

Now there was something else Ivy could get into. Robots. Why couldn’t they go on a field trip to a robotics lab or something cool like that? “I’ll get right to work.”

She glanced around the space. They were on one of the upper floors. There were furnishings stacked up against one of the walls and some big boxes marked gift shop stock.

“What I really hate is that I was looking forward so much to today and now I feel like crap,” Harper said. “I’ve wanted to tour this place for a long time.”

“You can’t let them get to you.” Ivy understood how she felt. Not about old buildings. That was Harper’s thing, but she understood what it meant to be obsessed with a thing. She was the class nerd, the girl who spent all her time with the robotics team and in the computer lab. She’d discovered coding a few years back and it had been her obsession ever since. “What do you think this place was used for?”

They’d toured the ballroom and the magnificent study. The large suite that served as the owner’s bedroom could hold the entirety of Ivy’s apartment and have room to spare.

“Servants’ quarters,” Harper replied. “Didn’t you read the lesson?”

“She was busy working.” Anika sat down on the lone chair in the dusty room.

Ivy had a part-time job that sometimes felt full-time. She’d had to work from the moment she could if she wanted to buy the things she needed. Her mom had told her food and college were more important than computer equipment. She hadn’t listened when Ivy had tried to explain that college wasn’t happening without a damn laptop.

Her mom didn’t listen much these days, didn’t talk much. Just worked and came home and stared at the TV. When Ivy had told her she was on track to graduate with honors she’d merely nodded and said that was what she’d expected.

She had no idea how to get her mom to see her.

“The servants would be housed in rooms close to the roof because at the time that was where all the smoke and cold would cling,” Harper explained. “That’s why the stairs up here are different from the main house. None of the family would use this floor and they wouldn’t do any entertaining here, therefore the stairs are strictly utilitarian. I still can’t believe my dad knocked down one of these a couple of months ago to make room for a high-rise.”

“If he hadn’t, someone else would have,” Anika pointed out. “And then he wouldn’t have had a job.”

“Yeah.” A sad expression crossed Harper’s face. “He needs that job. All I know is one day I want to take a place like this and polish it up. Most of the work is in new construction, but it would be so cool to reno an old-school brownstone and live in it. We could all live here and then the Britney’s of the world couldn’t look down on us.”

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