How To Marry A Billionaire. Ally Blake

How To Marry A Billionaire - Ally  Blake


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      Was he saying what she thought

      he was saying?

      Was the gorgeous, emotionally unavailable, confirmed bachelor, billionaire Adam Tyler saying that he would like them to try each other on for size?

      Adam watched her with his usual quiet patience. Well, he would have to wait. Her answer would be one of the most important of her life.

      Think, Cara. Think!

      Gorgeous—God, yes.

      Emotionally unavailable—surely as much as ever. But aren’t you the same?

      Confirmed bachelor—meaning he would never try to change you so as to keep you. Isn’t that perfect?

      Billionaire.

      That was where it all fell apart.

      ALLY BLAKE

      worked in retail, danced on television and acted in friends’ short films until the writing bug could no longer be ignored. And as her mother had read romance novels ever since Ally was a baby, the aspiration to write novels had almost been bred into her. Ally married her gorgeous husband, Mark, in Las Vegas (no Elvis in sight, thank you very much), and they live in beautiful Melbourne, Australia. Her husband cooks, he cleans and he’s the love of her life. How’s that for a hero?

      How to Marry a Billionaire

      Ally Blake

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

      To one grandmother for the treasure troves

      of romance novels that were always to be found under her spare bed, and to the other for coloring my life with Dr. Seuss’s ABC.

      CONTENTS

       Cover

       About the Author

       Title Page

       Dedication

       CHAPTER FOUR

       CHAPTER FIVE

       CHAPTER SIX

       CHAPTER SEVEN

       CHAPTER EIGHT

       CHAPTER NINE

       CHAPTER TEN

       CHAPTER ELEVEN

       CHAPTER TWELVE

       Copyright

      IT WAS love at first sight.

      ‘I have never seen anything more beautiful,’ Cara said as she stared through the window of the stylish Chapel Street shoe store.

      ‘You simply have to have them,’ Gracie agreed, her nose pressed up against the window-pane.

      ‘They’re frivolous. Certainly not a necessity.’

      ‘So be frivolous, while you’re still young enough for it to be charming.’

      ‘But they’re Kate Madden Designs!’ Cara pointed out, hoping that at least would be argument enough to stop her from making such a rash purchase.

      ‘So?’

      ‘So, they cost more than my father used to earn in a week!’

      Gracie turned to her. ‘Now that’s the strangest reason I have ever heard for not spending one’s own hard-earned money. Even from Cara, the Queen of Thrift.’

      Cara decided it was best to keep focussing on the shoes.

      ‘And how much do you earn a week?’ Gracie asked as though talking to a two-year-old.

      ‘More than my father,’ Cara admitted.

      ‘So there you go!’ Gracie grabbed Cara by the upper arms and turned her so they were face to face, the shoes glistening on the periphery of their vision. ‘You have no choice. This is the big time. This is not mucking about with styling mousse and safety pins in converted warehouses, styling emaciated models for magazines. This is not getting kudos for finding designer clothes at bargain-basement prices. This is gold credit cards. This is limousines. This is television!’ Gracie spread her hands before her as though indicating the way of the future. ‘You want to make an impression and these are the shoes that will do it.’

      Cara’s gaze was irresistibly drawn back to the stunning creations sitting atop their own black velvet stand. The shoes were elegant, they were red, they were embroidered satin, and they had heels one could use as a lethal weapon if ever one found the need. In a word, they were unforgettable.

      ‘And just think,’ Gracie said, leaning her head on Cara’s shoulder as she returned to her vigil before the coolest shoes ever made, ‘if you don’t get the job, at least you’ll have a killer pair of shoes to console you.’

      Cara nodded. The thing was, she had to get the job. She would be twenty-seven in a couple of months, the same age her father was the first time he filed for bankruptcy, and if her serious plans to have the St Kilda Storeys apartment building paid off by that time were to come to fruition, bar winning the Lotto, this was the only way it would be done.

      And it would be done. There were no two ways about it. The property would be hers. Every brick. Every roof tile. Every grain of dirt. Only then would she be free of the constant feeling that one of those bricks resided in her chest.

      Gracie was right. The fact that Cara was infamous for scouting out vintage pieces at charity shop prices would not hold her in much stead in the new crowd in which she would be moving. Television was about being cutting edge, not thrifty. And if she was going to land the high-paying job styling the star of the biggest television show ever to hit Australian screens, she would have to be unforgettable or bust.

      ‘You have to be kidding me!’ Adam said, his voice a mix of shock and laughter.

      ‘Nope,’ Chris returned with a big sunny grin. ‘I’m going to be on TV as the main attraction in my very own dating programme.’

      Adam’s laughter dried up the moment he realised this was no laughing matter. Though his friend


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