âTrish Wylieâ¦pen[s] an unforgettable romance thatâs hilarious, tender, heartwarming and absorbing from the word go. Trish Wylie gets better with every single book she writes, and readers looking for a romance that is funny, exotic, enthralling and simply irresistible to put down ought to put THE MILLIONAIREâS PROPOSAL at the very top of their list!â
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âCharming, romantic and fabulous, HIS MISTRESS, HIS TERMS is another novel by Ms Wylie with keeper stamped all over it.â
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There he was: the infamous Will Ryan.
Pathetically, her palms felt clammy. Though that could just be the horrible cold sheâd picked up on her way to California, she supposedâ¦
But, truthfully, Cassidy Malone couldnât remember the last time sheâd felt so nervous or so self-conscious. Or so completely incapable of fooling people into thinking she was more self-confident than she actually was. She really needed the latter if she was going to stand a chance of working with Will. And if she couldnât do it in the land of make-believe, then where could she?
Do you ever wish you could
step into someone elseâs shoes?
IN HER SHOESâ¦
Modern-day Cinderellas get their grooms!
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Our modern-day Cinderellas swap glass slippers
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So follow each footstep through makeover to marriage,
rags to riches, as these women fulfil their hopes and dreamsâ¦
This month step into Cassidyâs shoes
to find out if this L.A. Cinderella meets a movie-star-gorgeous prince in:
HIS L.A. CINDERELLA
by TRISH WYLIE
TRISH WYLIE tried various careers before eventually fulfilling her dream of writing. Years spent working in the music industry, in promotions, and teaching little kids about ponies gave her plenty of opportunity to study life and the people around her. Which, in Trishâs opinion, is a pretty good study course for writing! Living in Ireland, Trish balances her time between writing and horses. If you get to spend your days doing things you love, then she thinks thatâs not doing too badly. You can contact Trish at www.trishwylie.com
For my new friend Lisa from Warner Bros. Studios
for the behind the scenes tour.
THERE he was: the infamous Will Ryan.
Pathetically, her palms felt clammy. Though that could just have been the horrible cold sheâd picked up on her way to California, she supposedâ¦
But, truthfully, Cassidy Malone couldnât remember the last time sheâd felt so nervous or self-conscious. Or so completely incapable of fooling people into thinking she was more self-confident than she actually was. She really needed the latter if she was going to stand a chance of pulling off the deception of a lifetime. And if she couldnât do it in the land of make-believe, then where could she? If she just didnât have this stupid cold to add to everything else. Who flew halfway across the planet to a place twenty degrees warmer than home and ended up with a cold? She felt awful. So much for the theory that she would feel more confident away from home, where nobody knew herâ¦
But therein lay her immediate problem. Because the man making his way across the beautiful lobby of the Beverly Wilshire knew her all too well. A decade ago heâd known every inch of her body intimately, and had held her heart in the palm of his large handâthe same heart that now jumped in joyous recognition and then twisted in regret at how comfortable he looked in their surroundings.
Cassidy was incredibly jealous of that.
Will didnât so much as bat an eyelid at the white marble, the large chandelier, the carved wooden elevator doors or the polished brass and black accents. I belong here, his confident stride said silently. But then Cassidy couldnât remember a time when thereâd ever been a place he hadnât had that air of self-assurance. Heâd always had a way of carrying himself that practically dared people to say he was somewhere he didnât belong.
That confidence, and the hint of potential danger if pushed, had added to his potent sexuality from the very beginning as far as Cassidy was concerned. Add boyish good-looks and a smile that could genuinely melt female kneesâ¦Heâd been the flame and she the moth. But to see him so at home in a place where she felt so very lostâ¦Well, it just widened the already cavernous gap between them, didnât it?
Ridiculously, it hurt. When it really shouldnât have. Not after so longâ¦
His bright green gaze sought her out and brushed nonchalantly from her head to her toes and back up again, forcing her to suck in her stomach and silently pray that he couldnât see any sign of the foundation underwear sheâd struggled her way into. Like every woman Cassidy knew, every inch counted in times of crisisâeven though she had absolutely no idea where those missing inches had been relocated to. With any luck Will would keep their meetings to places where there was air-conditioning, so she stood a better chance of not passing out in the California heat and the thin air of Los Angeles. Restricted circulation plus bunged-up nose didnât exactly give her a head startâ¦