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Romantic Times 4 stars

"Ally Blake's How to Marry a Billionaire (4) is a light-hearted fantasy with an engaging plot and great characters. Just plain fun."


Cataromance 4 1/2 stars

"I thoroughly enjoyed this light-hearted, smiling read. The characters are strong and so real that you feel like you can reach out and touch them.  Ally Blake has produced a truly bubbly and vivacious read that has to be experienced. I enjoyed this read wholeheartedly and can’t wait for more!"








This building on the St Kilda foreshore is my 'St Kilda Storeys' a three storey building owned by the heroine of HOW TO MARRY A BILLIONAIRE  Car Marlowe.  Her friends Kelly and Gracie live upstairs and she lives downstairs.  All three girls get their own romance, which was actually completely accidental!


I wrote Kelly's story, MARRIAGE MAKE-OVER first, giving her two friends that I simply fell in love with.  And one by one my fourth book and my fifth, A MOTHER FOR HIS DAUGHTER, Silhouette Romance December 2006,  grew out of it.


































































re-released in a 3 book collection alongside stories by Robyn Donald and Kay Thorpe.


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Dream job - dreamier guy - nightmare situation!


Cara Marlowe's new TV job will make her career - as long as nothing goes wrong.  So it's bad news that billionaire Adam Tyler wants the show stopped, and it's worse that Cara can hardly concentrate with the gorgeous tycoon around!


Cara doesn't need billions, but she does want Adam the man - and her job too!  Will she have to make a choice?



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 windowpane.

‘They are frivolous.  Certainly not a necessity.’

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

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

  ‘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 heard for not spending one’s own hard earned money.  Even from Cara, the Queen of Thrift.’

Cara decided it best to keep focusing 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 pointing 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 was 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 op-shop prices would not hold her in much stead in such a crowd.  Television was about being cutting edge not thrifty.  And if she was going to be 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 professed with a big sunny grin.  ‘I’m going to be on TV as the main attraction in my very own dating program.’

Adam’s laughter dried up the moment he realised this was no laughing matter.  Though his friend and business partner was practically a genius when it came to creating cutting-edge telecommunications innovations, he was no practical joker.

‘The contract was signed, sealed and delivered as of this morning,’ Chris said.  

Adam shot from his chair and paced up and down the room.  ‘I wish you had told me you were considering doing this, Chris.  You really should have consulted me first.’  

 ‘Ah, no I shouldn’t have.’  

Adam stopped pacing and glared at his friend.  But Chris, who usually gave into Adam’s counsel, stared right back.  This would take some care.  ‘You’re the one who put me in charge of the public face of this company, and as such, if you plan on doing anything that might...alter Revolution Wireless’s image in any way, you must consult me first.’  

 ‘This is not about the company,’ Chris said.  ‘This is about me.  Thus it is officially none of your business as Head of Marketing for Revolution Wireless.  But as my friend, I wanted you to know.’  

‘Fine.  Now, as your friend I’m telling you it is the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard.  A television dating show?  Come on!  If you are looking for a girl, I’ll take you out and find you one.  I know plenty of women who would be happy to escort one of Australia’s most eligible bachelors.’  

When Chris did not budge, Adam grabbed him by the arm and made to tug him out the door.  ‘There’s literally millions of them out there in the real world.  I can find you one on any street corner right now!’  

Chris shrugged out of Adam’s grasp, his fists clenched at his side.  ‘I don’t want some escort girl I can pick up on any old street corner.’  

Seeing how upset Chris was becoming, Adam took a moment to settle his concern which was fast flying out of control.  ‘That’s not what I meant and you know it.’  

‘I want a woman with whom to spend my quiet moments,’ Chris explained.  ‘I want a wife.  So I certainly don’t want one of your cast-offs.  The women you date are the complete antithesis of what any sane man would want in a wife.  Any man apart from your father, of course.  While we are talking about relationships, let’s talk about that instead.’  

Adam decided to ignore that final jab and focussed on the bits he wanted to focus on.  ‘This is about you, mate, not me, and my point is you could have anyone you want.  Where has this all come from all of a sudden?  Why now?’  

Chris shrugged and softened a very little, his palms flattening out until they hung straight by his side.  ‘It’s time.  I work too much to go the regular route of dating in numbers.  The years have slipped away without my even knowing it.  I’m turning thirty-five this year.’  

‘I’m thirty-five already.’  

That earned Adam two raised eyebrows.  

‘By the way you are acting you would think that was middle-aged.  We are still young men, with our whole lives in front of us.’  

‘Exactly my point.  While I am still a young man, I want someone with whom to share as much of that remaining time as possible.’  

Adam felt himself running out of arguments and it bothered him to see Chris so certain.  Sunny, cheery Chris, always glued to his laptop, creating brilliant business solutions for their hip, rising-star telecommunications company was suddenly searching beyond the limits of his clever mind for satisfaction.  The world outside had finally beckoned.  

And despite his protestations about the effects Chris’s plans would have on the image of the company, that wasn’t really what had him spooked.  Adam was perfectly aware that the big bad world could swallow a good-natured guy like Chris whole.  

‘OK then,’ Adam said, rallying his forces, focussing every lick of attention on his foolish friend, ‘please explain to me why you think you need to go on a TV dating show to find a wife?’  

‘Because it’s the only way I can meet women who have no idea who I am.’

Adam shook his head.  ‘Run that by me again.’

‘The producers have gone to incredible trouble to pick out thirty women from all over Australia.  Thirty attractive, accomplished, interesting women who have been given extensive compatibility tests.  Thirty women who have no clue who owns Revolution Wireless, and thus have no idea how much I am worth.  They will get to know me just for me.  Chris, everyday Aussie bloke.  Not Chris Geyer, richest single Australian man under forty.’

And that Adam understood.  Being two of the young owners of the Revolution Wireless telecommunications giant, one of Australia’s fastest expanding business empires, he and Chris were prime pickings for the women in their regular social circles who knew exactly what they were worth.

Chris’s earlier comments slammed into his thoughts.  So what if he dated women dripping in diamonds and lofty aspirations, just like the ones who had taken his father to the cleaners over and over again?  That way at least he had no chance of ever mistaking his feelings for any of them and therefore would never succumb to the same fate.   And he had no intention of allowing his kind-hearted, naive friend fall into that trap either.  Especially with some buck-toothed ignoramus chosen by a TV exec with nothing on his mind bar ratings.  

‘I’m on my way to the television station now.  Are you coming with me, or not?’ Chris asked as he swung his jacket over his shoulder and headed for the door. 

‘Oh, I’m coming,’ Adam said.  ‘But only so that on the drive over there I can do everything in my power to talk you out of it.’

‘OK, but you’re not coming into the meeting with me, mate,’ Chris said.  ‘You’re too bloody good looking.  They’ll forget about me in a heartbeat and will do everything they can to snap you up instead.’

‘Don’t panic, mate,’ Adam drawled.  ‘I wouldn’t be in your shoes for the world.’


From "How to Marry a Billionaire" by Ally Blake
Mills and Boon Tender Romance January 2005
ISBN: 0-263-18373-4  Copyright: © 2004 Ally Blake
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To one grandmother for the treasure troves of romance novels which were always to be found under her spare bed, and to the other for colouring my life with Dr Seuss’s ABCs.










































The Wedding Date  |  Millionaire Dad's SOS  |  Getting Red-Hot with the Rogue

Dating the Rebel Tycoon  |  A Night with the Society Playboy  |  Hired: The Boss's Bride  |  The Magnate's Indecent Proposal

Falling for the Rebel Heir  |   Steamy Surrender  |  Millionaire to the Rescue  |  Billionaire on Her Doorstep

Getting Down to Business  |  Meant-To-Be Mother  |  Wanted: Outback Wife  |  A Father in the Making  |  The Shock Engagement  

A Mother For His Daughter  |  How to Marry a Billionaire  |  Marriage Make-Over  |  Marriage Material  |  The Wedding Wish



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