"The clever repartee is razor sharp and hilarious..."
Reviewed by Dot Dittman
Posted January 7, 2015
In ONE MAD NIGHT by Julia London, Chelsea Crawford and Ian
Rafferty are advertising executives working for the Grabber-
Paulson firm. They are the best the company has. They dress
for success, work long hours, and are creative geniuses.
Chelsea has worked for the company for six years and has
yet to land her BIG account. Ian has just been hired away
from a rival firm. They are being pitted against each other
to come up with the winning idea for an automotive client.
Each is convinced he/she will land the account. Each has
preconceived ideas about the other. It's the night before
the big pitch and a "snowpocalypse" keeps
them stranded at the office for ONE MAD NIGHT. Readers will
laugh out loud as these rivals must work together to
survive their ordeal.
Chelsea and Ian get to know each other well in the short
amount of time that they are stranded if you know what I
mean. But are they still rivals? Were they ever rivals? How
can their budding relationship survive in the shark-
infested advertising firm?
Readers of contemporary romance will enjoy the wordplay and
quirkiness of these two ad execs who may just find out that
they make a better team than rivals. Their chemistry is
simply delightful. Let's hope that ONE MAD NIGHT is not
the only book in which we watch the antics of Chelsea and
Ian. Let's hope the author, Julia London, feels the same
Two Romantic Adventures...One Mad Night
Two delightful contemporary romance novellas in one book
from New York Times and USA Today
author Julia London.
One winter's night a blizzard sweeps across the country,
demonstrating that fate can change the course of lives in
instant...and fate has got a sense of humor.
One Mad Night
Chelsea Crawford and Ian Rafferty are high profile ad
in cutthroat competition for a client. When a major
storm puts New York City on lockdown, the two rivals have
make it through the night together-oh, the many ways in
which opposites attract...
The Bridesmaid - Bonus Novella
RITA Award Nominee for Best Romance Novella of 2013
Kate Preston has just moved to New York. Joe Firretti is
contemplating a move to Seattle. When the weather wreaks
havoc with transportation systems, Kate and Joe meet as
are both trying to rent the last car available... As Kate
races to make her best friend's wedding, and Joe races to
life-altering job interview, it looks like together is
only way they'll make it at all.
ExcerptIt took a moment for Chelsea to notice him, which gave
Ian a moment to admire her. He was going to crush her
tomorrow, but that didn’t stop him from appreciating a
figure that guys like him dreamed about. Chelsea was
wearing a skirt today. It hit about mid-thigh and was
tight enough to show off all her curves. She looked a bit
taller today too. He glanced at her feet and noticed the
shoes. Chelsea was walking on stilts, and her legs, good
God, her legs. She was smoking hot in that dress and
“Hey!” she said sharply, her voice full of accusation.
Ian’s head snapped up. “Hey,” he said con-genially.
“Practicing your pitch?” He settled one hip onto the
“Do you mind?” She gestured to the door in a be-off-
“If you want, I could listen and give you some feedback.”
Chelsea’s mouth dropped open. And then her green eyes
narrowed into little slits. “You have got to be the most
arrogant man I’ve ever met.”
Ian smiled and shrugged.
“You can go, Ian,” she said, marching around the
conference table to usher him out. “I think I’ve got it.”
“So hostile,” he said with a wink as he stood up. “I’m
just trying to help. It never hurts for someone to hear
the pitch, right? You’ve had someone listen to you go
through it, right?”
“Yes, I’ve had—Hey, hey,” she said, poking him in the
chest. “Are you trying to play me?” she demanded.
“Because it won’t work. I’m not some junior account
person, you know. You can’t intimidate me.”
“Well, obviously,” Ian said and poked her back. “You
wouldn’t be pitching at all if you were a junior account
person. I know I can’t intimidate you. It wasn’t a
declaration of war, you know; it was an offer to help.”
“It wasn’t a let-me-help, best-friends-forever offer,
either. I’m not playing games with you. This account
means a lot to me—”
“Oh yeah?” she said, shifting closer. “Well, don’t get
too attached to the idea. I’ve got seniority, you know.”
“So why are you so afraid to show me what you’ve got?”
“Because it’s none of your business.”
“On the eve of the championship, it’s okay to go out and
shoot some hoops with your competitor. It’s not going to
affect tomorrow’s big game. It’s not like I can go out
and change weeks of work overnight if I see you’ve got
She laughed. “Good try, Rafferty, but I think maybe the
reason you want to see my pitch is because you’re worried
about the strength of your pitch. Is it a little rough?
Maybe I should listen to you.” She winked, and her green
eyes shone with pleasure at her comeback.
“I’m definitely not worried about my pitch.”
“No? Seems to me if you’re presenting three,” she said,
holding up three fingers and wiggling them at him, “then
you must be uncertain which one is the winner.” Her smile
broadened into sheer triumph, as if she thought she’d
really zinged him.
She hadn’t zinged him, but Ian did wonder how she knew
what he had…Zach. Of course. That rat bastard. “Have you
been talking to Zimmerman?” he asked accusingly.
She shrugged and studied her manicure. “Maybe. Does it
matter? I thought we were doing the let’s-help-each-other
thing. But if we’re not, would you mind toddling off? I
have a lot of work I need to do before tomorrow. I plan
to hit the ground running with this account on Monday.”
She was amazingly and annoyingly confident. Ian was
generally a confident guy, but she was making him a
teensy bit nervous. “You really think you’re going to get
this, don’t you?”
“I don’t think, I know,” she said, looking up.
He tilted his head to one side to study her. “Isn’t it
obvious to you why they brought me in?”
“I don’t know—I haven’t given it the slightest bit of
thought.” She lifted her chin, and Ian realized she lied
about as well as she engaged in verbal volleyball. “I’ve
been promised that this account is as good as mine.
Didn’t they tell you that when they brought you in?”
A bit more of Ian’s confidence leaked out of him. He’d
been in New York advertising long enough to know that the
industry was full of snakes. He wouldn’t put it past
anyone to feed him a bunch of half-baked promises to get
him to commit. “Who told you?”
She grinned. “None of your beeswax.”
“Come on, tell me—” His phone rang, distracting him
momentarily. He fished it out of his pocket and noticed
the number was the Grabber-Paulson main number. That was
weird. “Listen, I’ll just say this,” he said, clicking
off the phone. “Don’t be so sure of things. People say
things they don’t mean, especially in this industry.” He
started for the door.
“Uh-huh, I know. And I would offer you the same advice,
Mr. Rafferty,” she said in a singsong voice, and she
flashed a dazzling smile, full of straight white teeth.
“Cocky too. I like that about you,” he said. “I’ll keep
it in mind when I make partner.” He winked at her, smiled
as if he was completely unbothered, and went out of the
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