âAlly Blakeâs FALLING FOR THE REBEL HEIR is a sweet, often funny story, with a wonderfully written pair of lovers and a believably developed relationship.â
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âAlly Blakeâs THE MAGNATEâS INDECENT PROPOSAL starts with an amusing premise and quickly moves into an entertaining love-at-first-sight tale. Itâs full of humour, witty dialogue, a hero to die for and a heroine whoâs his match in every way.â
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âIâd really like to see you again,â Cameron said.
Snap! Rosieâs eyes flew north till they met his. Deep, blue, heavenâ¦âSeriously?â
He laughed. She bit her lip.
Just because heâd used her full name in such a deferential way, and just because more than once sheâd caught him looking at her as if she was the most fascinating creature on the planet, it didnât mean she should go forgetting herself.
He said, âDo you want a list of reasons why? Or would you prefer them in the form of a poem?â
Rosieâs heart danced. She knew that taking guidance from oneâs heart was as sensible as using oneâs liver for financial planning advice, having witnessed firsthand what listening to the dancing of your heart could do to a woman. If she needed any further reason to call it a dayâ¦
And then Cameron had to go and say, âWhat are you doing tomorrow?â
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Having once been a professional cheerleader, ALLY BLAKE has a motto: âSmile and the world smiles with you.â One way to make Ally smile is by sending her on holidaysâespecially to locations which inspire her writing. New York and Italy are by far her favourite destinations. Other things that make her smile are the gracious city of Melbourne, the gritty Collingwood football team, and her gorgeous husband Mark.
Reading romance novels was a smile-worthy pursuit from long back, so with such valuable preparation already behind her she wrote and sold her first book. Her career as a writer also gives her a perfectly reasonable excuse to indulge in her stationery addiction. That alone is enough to keep her grinning every day!
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To my baby Boo.
You own my heart, you crack me up, you dazzle me daily, and it is my absolute privilege watching you become you. Love Mum xxx
CAMERON KELLY opened the heavy side-door of the random building, shut it smartly behind him and became enveloped in darkness. The kind of inky darkness that would make even the bravest boy imagine monsters under the bed.
It was some years since Cameron had been a boy, longer still since heâd realised people didnât always tell the truth. When heâd found out his two older brothers had made the monsters up.
The small window between himself and the Brisbane winter sunshine outside revealed the coast was clear, and he let his forehead rest on the cold glass with a sheepish thunk.
Of all the people he could have seenâmany miles from where a man such as he ought to have been while commerce and industry raged on in the city beyondâit had to have been his younger sister Meg, downing take-away coffee and gabbing with her girlfriends.
If Meg had seen him wandering the suburban Botanical Gardens, pondering lily pads and cacti rather than neck-deep in blueprints and permits and funding for multi-million-dollar skyscrapers, she would not have let him be until heâd told her why.
So he, a grown manâa man of means, and most of the time senseâwas hiding. Because the truth would only hurt her. And, even though heâd long since been cast as the black sheep of the Kelly clan, hurting those he cared about was the last thing he would ever intentionally do.
He held his watch up to the parcel of light, saw it was nearly nine and grimaced.
Hamish and Bruce, respectively his architect and his project manager, would have been at the CK Square site for more than an hour waiting for him to approve the final plans for the fifty-fourth floor. This close to the end of a very long job, if they hadnât throttled one another by now then he would be very lucky.
He made to open the door to leave, remembered Megâthe one person whose leg heâd never been able to pull, even with two adept older brothers to show him howâand was overtaken by a stronger compulsion than the desire to play intermediary between two grown men. His hand dropped.
Let the boys think he was making a grand entrance when he finally got there. Itâd give them something to agree upon for once. He could live with people thinking he had an ego the size of Queensland. He was a Kelly, after all; impressions of grandeur came with the name.
âWeâre closed,â a voice echoed somewhere behind him.