âFast-paced and sexy, graced with great characters and funny dialogue, this oneâs a standout from start to finish.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 humor, witty dialogue, a hero to die for and a heroine thatâs his match in every way.â âRT Book Reviews
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The Magnateâs Indecent Proposal will leave readers smiling and thoroughly entertained by its characters. Ms Blake has penned an extraordinary story.â âwww.cataromance.com
âMs Blakeâs prose is a revelation. She lets the characters speak for themselvesâno telling here, thank you very muchâand their dialogue zips along in a demonstrable meeting of true minds. Itâs funny. Itâs zingy. Itâs touching. It is, in other words, just plain good.â
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âYOUâRE him! Arenât you?â
The gorgeous specimen of manhood in the dark sunglasses, at the pointy end of a squat pale pink fingernail, sat stock still. To the eclectic, late-afternoon Brunswick Street crowd rushing past the sidewalk café he would have appeared simply cool. Collected. Quietly attentive behind a half-smile so effortlessly sexy it could stop traffic. Literally.
Hannah knew better.
Hannah, who worked harder and with longer hours than anyone else she knew, would have bet her precious life savings on the fact that, behind those ubiquitous dark sunglasses he was hoping, almost desperately, that the older woman on the other end of the finger might quickly realise she had mistaken him for someone else.
No such luck.
âYou are!â the woman continued, flat feet planted determinedly on the uneven cobbled ground. âI know you are! Youâre the guy who makes that Voyagers TV show. Iâve seen you in magazines. And on the telly. My daughter just loooves you. She even considered going into training once, so she could be one of those regular-type people you send off into the wild and up mountains with nothing but a toothbrush and a packet of Tim-Tams. Or however it goes. And thatâs saying something! Itâs all but impossible to get that girl off the couch. You know what? I should give you her number. Sheâs quite pretty in her way, and unquestionably single â¦â
Sittingâwith apparently Ninja-like invisibilityâon the other side of the rickety table that served as Knight Productionsâ office those times when the boss felt the need to get out of the confines of their manic headquarters, Hannah had to cover her mouth to smother the laugh threatening to bubble to the surface.
Any other time of day or night her boss was like the mountains he had so famously conquered before turning his attentions to encouraging others to do the same on TV. He was colossal, tough, unyielding, indomitable, enigmatic. Which was why seeing him wriggle and squirm and practically lose the power of speech under the attentions of an overtly loving fan was always a moment to relish.
It had taken Hannah less than half a day of the year sheâd worked for Bradley Knight to realise that overt adoration was her bossâs Achillesâ heel. Awards, industry accolades, gushing peers, bowing and scraping minionsâall turned him to stone.
And then there were the fans. The many, many, many fans who knew a good thing when they saw it. And there was no denying that Bradley Knight was six feet four inches of very good thing.
Just like that, the laughter tickling Hannahâs throat turned into a small, uncomfortable lump.
She frowned deeply, cleared her throat, and shifted on her wrought-iron seat, redistributing the balance of her buttocks. And more importantly her train of thought.