The Most Expensive Night of Her Life
Supermodel Ava Kelly is more used to luxury yachts than London canal boats. But she desperately needs a refuge from the paparazzi and delectable Blake Walker’s boat will provide the perfect bolt-hole. This brooding ex-soldier is bound to rescue her, right… ?Wrong.Pampered princess Ava is the last person Blake wants in his personal space—she’s far too tempting! But with a million-pound charity donation hanging in the balance Blake can’t say no. Now that Ava’s close enough to touch, keeping his hands off her is pretty difficult too!Maybe money isn’t the only thing at stake this Christmas…
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âItâs as simple as that?â he clarified.
âOne night at my place and youâll give Joanna a million quid for her charity?â
Could he put up with a pain in the butt prima donna for one night for a million quid?
âAs simple as that.â
Blake regarded her. His practical side was screaming at him to take the cash but the other side of him, the one attuned to doom in all its forms was wary as hell.
âYou know there are thousands of men out there who would give anything to have me for a sleep over?â
She shot him a coy look from under her fringe and Blake glanced at her mouth. It had kicked up at one side as her voice had gone all light and teasy.
He didnât want that mouth slumming it at his place.
But one million quid was hard to turn down.
âFine,â he sighed. âBut I leave in the morning for my holiday and you have to be gone.â
âAbsolutely,â she grinned. âI promise you wonât even know Iâm there.â
Blake grunted as his doom-o-meter hit a new high. He sincerely doubted that.
Dear Reader
Iâve always had a secret hankering to do a bodyguard story. I just adore the trope. And, whilst this book isnât a typical bodyguard scenario, I hope you like my take on itâbecause Iâve had Ava and Blake in my head in various incantations for a long time now, and it was great to finally get them down on paper.
I had a lot of fun taking mega-rich, mega-spoiled supermodel Ava and shoving her on a tiny canal boat in the UK with the only man on the planet who seems immune to her charms. I had even more fun needling private, serious, returned soldier Blake with the temptation of a woman who has absolutely no problem with baring acres of skin or leaving her lingerie all over his floating home.
Iâm pleased I let Ava and Blake marinate, though. Had I written their story years ago, I donât think theyâd have had the emotional complexity they do today. Because underneath Avaâs hard, demanding surface is a woman who canât trust. And beneath Blakeâs tough, pragmatic shell is a man whose physical limitations cripple him emotionally.
Which only makes their HEA even more rewarding!
I hope you enjoy their journey to love. Oh, and London at Christmas!
Love
Amy xx
AMY ANDREWS has always loved writing, and still canât quite believe that she gets to do it for a living. Creating wonderful heroines and gorgeous heroes and telling their stories is an amazing way to pass the day. Sometimes they donât always act as sheâd like them toâbut then neither do her kids, so sheâs kind of used to it. Amy lives in the very beautiful Samford Valley, with her husband and aforementioned children, along with six brown chooks and two black dogs.
She loves to hear from her readers. Drop her a line at www.amyandrews.com.au
Other MODERN TEMPTED⢠titles by Amy Andrews:
GIRL LEAST LIKELY TO MARRY
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To the Kohli family, our lovely UK friendsâ
Amanda, Nick, Lauren and Matthew. Even though we live on opposite sides of the world, your friendship warms our hearts.
Contents
ONE
A roadside explosion in the darkest depths of a war zone three years ago had left Blake Walker with a finely honed sense of doom. Today that doom stormed towards him on a pair of legs that wouldnât quit and a ball-breaking attitude that was guaranteed to ruin his last day on the job.
Ava Kelly might be one of the worldâs most beautiful women but she redefined the term diva.
Doing this job for her had been a freaking nightmare.
âBlake!â
Her classy Oxford accent grated and Blake took a deep breath. He went to the happy place the army shrink had insisted he findâwhich at the moment was anywhere but here.
Last day, man, keep yourself together.
âAva,â he greeted as she stopped on the opposite side of the beautiful maple-wood island bench in the kitchen where he was poring over some paperwork. Heâd polished the top to glass-like perfection with his own two hands. âProblem?â
âYou could say that,â she said, folding her arms and glaring at him.
Blake did not drop his gaze and admire how the arm-crossing emphasised the tanned perfection of her cleavage. Even if it was on open display in her loosely tied gossamer gown that reeked of a designer label and through which her itty-bitty, red bikini could also be clearly seen.
He did not think about how wet she was underneath it. About the water droplets that dripped off the ends of her slicked-back hair or trekked down the elegant line of her throat to cling precariously to her prominent collarbones before heading further south.
Blake did not look.
Blake was in a good place in his life. He was fit and healthy after a long period of being neither. He was financially secure. He had direction and purpose.
