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It Happened One Night [Secure eReader (recommended)/Mobipocket/Microsoft Reader/Adobe Reader 7]
eBook by Debbie Macomber
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eBook Category: Romance
eBook Description:  Love is on the air! Morning deejay Carrie Jamison spouts the quirky brand of comedy Kansas City loves to wake up to. She's skyrocketing in the ratings, and her quick wit has won her the admiration of everyone at KUTE radio--except Kyle Harris. A serious, no frills newscaster, Kyle disapproved of Carrie's antics, and isn't afraid to broadcast his feelings to her or anyone else. When the tension between them approaches a meltdown, the station manager delivers a shocking ultimatum: Carrie and Kyle must make nice or end up on the unemployment line. With so much at stake, how hard could it be to give peace a chance? As they both open up to the possibility, they are startled to discover how simple it is. And, even more surprising, how quickly the warmth of friendship can flare into the splendors of love.
eBook Publisher: Harper Collins, Inc./PerfectBound
Fictionwise Release Date: February 2006
Available eBook Formats [Secure eReader (recommended)/Mobipocket/Microsoft Reader/Adobe Reader 7 - What's this?]: SECURE MOBIPOCKET FORMAT (226 KB], SECURE MICROSOFT READER FORMAT (328 KB] - Requires Microsoft Reader 2.1.1 for PCs, or Microsoft Reader 2.2.2 on Pocket PC 2002 handheld devices. Some older Pocket PCs can be upgraded. Learn More., SECURE EREADER (RECOMMENDED) FORMAT (214 KB], SECURE ADOBE READER 7 FORMAT (1.0 MB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [438 KB]
Secure Adobe Reader 7: Printing enabled, Read-aloud enabled
Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
MobiPocket Reader ISBN: 0061142220
eReader (recommended) ISBN: 0061142204
Adobe Acrobat Reader ISBN: 0061142239
Microsoft Reader ISBN: 0061142212
 
1 "You're fired," Clyde Tarkington announced. Carrie Jamison looked up at the station manager for KUTE radio and blinked back her shock. She opened her mouth, but words refused to come. "I don't understand," she managed finally. "Which word?" Clyde asked, shuffling his fat cigar to the other side of his mouth. "You are canned, out of a job, unemployed, terminated." "But…" It took her a few more moments to collect herself. "Who'll take over the morning program?" Clyde chewed on the end of the fat cigar. "I haven't decided that yet." Carrie noticed he didn't seem overly concerned about finding a replacement. She focused her attention on the scarred wood desk and resisted the urge to argue, to list her accomplishments, the success of her ideas. "May I ask why?" She already knew the answer: Kyle Harris. The newscaster had been a thorn in her side from the first. But it wasn't all her fault. Kyle didn't like her either. "You can't seem to get along with Kyle." Naturally the good-ol'-boy network would fire her instead of the man. Carrie was surprised at Clyde. She'd always thought of him as fair. Now she knew otherwise; men stick together. "We rub each other the wrong way," was all Carrie was willing to say. "It's gotten much worse lately," Clyde said. Carrie agreed. The tension between her and Kyle Harris had grown so thick in the last few weeks it could have been sliced, toasted, and served with coffee. It had came to a head when she tricked him into shaving off his beard. He'd never forgiven her, and to be fair, her tactics had been slightly underhanded. But she never would have believed she'd lose her job over it. Clyde sat down, crossed his stubby legs, and seemed to wait for her response. Carrie was fond of Clyde. He was the fatherly type, with a receding hairline, deep blue eyes, and a head and a heart for radio that she'd long respected. He was her boss and her friend—or so she'd once believed. "How long do I have?" she asked, in a weak, almost unintelligible voice. "Two weeks?" "That sounds fair," Clyde said. He took the cigar out of his mouth and stared at the end of it. As long as Carrie could remember, she'd never seen him light one. "Unless…" He paused, and his gaze met hers with the force of something physical. "Unless what?" Carrie asked, eager now. She scooted to the edge of her seat, hoping, praying he would offer her a reprieve. "Never mind," he said, shaking his head. "It'd never work." Copyright © 1994 by Debbie Macomber.
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