Georgia

I don't believe in destiny.
Destiny is a word people throw around when their lives are falling apart, and they need someone else to blame. Which is why it was particularly inconvenient that, within forty-eight hours of telling my best friend exactly this, I walked into a Sydney penthouse, mouthed off at a tall, irritatingly attractive stranger in a very expensive suit, and discovered two things I would very much have preferred not to discover.
One - he wasn't the client's husband. He was the client's brother. And he owned, among other things, about forty percent of the media in this country.
Two - he was dating the woman who destroyed my career four years ago.
His name is Zane Montgomery. His girlfriend's name is Sylvie Swan. My name is Georgia Watson, and I am very good at what I do, and I do not fall for men like him.
I'm in so much trouble.

A dual-POV enemies-to-lovers romance set in the sharp end of Sydney. For readers who like their heroines sarcastic, their heroes in trouble, and their antagonists in designer shoes.