Ava's Prize
He needs a great idea. She can provide it–but at what cost? The battle lines are drawn when Army medic-turned-paramedic Ava Andrews enters a contest devised by San Francisco entrepreneur Kyle Quinn. She isn’t just competing for a tempting grand prize. She’s fighting her attraction to the self-made millionaire... and losing the war.
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He needs a great idea
She can provide it—but at what cost?
The battle lines are drawn when army medic turned EMT Ava Andrews enters a contest devised by San Francisco entrepreneur Kyle Quinn. The first responder isn’t just competing for a tempting grand prize. She’s fighting her attraction to the self-made millionaire...and losing the war. But private and professional boundaries blur when a breach of trust threatens Ava’s future with Kyle.
CARI LYNN WEBB lives in South Carolina with her husband, daughters and assorted four-legged family members. She’s been blessed to see the power of true love in her grandparents’ seventy-year marriage and her parents’ marriage of over fifty years. She knows love isn’t always sweet and perfect—it can be challenging, complicated and risky. But she believes happily-everafters are worth fighting for.
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ISBN: 978-1-474-09064-3
AVA’S PRIZE
© 2018 Cari Lynn Webb
Published in Great Britain 2019
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To Mom and Dad: For showing me the strength
of love, family and faith. I’m grateful for
your support, encouragement and guidance.
I love you!
Special thanks to my husband and daughters
for the endless laughter and willingness to eat
leftovers while I’m on deadline.
Contents
THREE. DISASTERS ALWAYS came in threes. Kyle Quinn had two.
First: he was about to lose his fortune.
Second: a woman had just collapsed on the twenty-foot-high scaffolding above him. And could be dead. Only the multiple calls to 9-1-1 disrupted the stunned silence from the photography crew and models looking on from the ground floor at the charity calendar photoshoot.
Kyle ran toward the scaffolding.
A redheaded model sprinted past him wearing trendy jeans and heeled boots.
No, the third disaster wasn’t the event.
Kyle had been warned redheads were trouble by his own ginger-haired grandmother. He grabbed the redhead’s wrist to keep her from being injured. One model down was more than enough. “The photographer’s assistant called 9-1-1. We don’t need another casualty for the paramedics when they get here.”
She scowled, deep and intense, as if he’d insulted her, not protected her. Her mascara heavy, her eyes narrowed on him like twin rifle scopes. “Then you should stay down here.”
With that, she yanked free of Kyle’s hold and scaled the scaffolding he’d intended to climb.
“Trouble,” Kyle muttered. His grandmother had been right after all. He followed the headstrong model up the ladder, albeit much less gracefully. The redhead scaled the steel structure like a seasoned acrobat from a Cirque du Soleil show.
Francesca Lang, the older model who’d collapsed, had been one of San Francisco’s favorite models for decades. Her face had adorned city billboards and commercials alike. She was to be the face of January for the charity calendar. She’d been poised on the platform to look like she’d scaled a high-rise and conquered life. Now she was powerless and barely breathing.
