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the hot goss with the book's
Dear Reader letter, check out the book's
reviews, or devour a juicy excerpt...
"Ally Blake's The
Magnate's Indecent Proposal (4.5) starts with an amusing premise
and quickly moves into an entertaining love-at-first-sight tale. It's full
of humor, witty dialogue, a hero to die for and a heroine that's his match
in every way. "
and totally funny The Magnate’s Indecent Proposal will leave readers
smiling and thoroughly entertained by its characters. Ms. Blake has penned
an extraordinary story."
Heidi Rice, Romance Author
it. Phone sex, restaurant sex, dog shampoos and a really hot hero. What's
not to like, right."
finished The Magnate's Indecent Proposal and I loved it! yep, it
was great!! Loved the sizzling story line; the heat between the H&H almost
burned up the pages."
"I read your latest book in one sitting – how addicted am I?"
"I just finished
reading "The Magnate's Indecent Proposal" and I thought it was
fantastic! I have to say it was the funniest romance novel I have ever
read - and I've read quite a few over the years!
If you add such warmth and humour to all your books, I can only imagine
they'd be just as good as the one I just read.
Thanks again for a great read!"
read TMIP last week and my word!!! It was definitely wicked and certain
things that happened were 'indecent' in the nicest possible way!! I
vacillated between being very amused and very 'entertained'. Fantastic
read and I think it embodied perfectly the essence of a Sensation!!! I
wondered if Caleb
might have his own book, I was not paying enough attention to your blog
before, so I am very pleased that he is!!"
"I just finished
reading The Magnate’s Indecent Proposal and enjoyed it so much that I just
had to find your website and write you a note. Congratulations and thanks
for writing such a great book that really showcased Melbourne! I loved
reading about Chelsea’s home in Flinders Lane and could just picture it! I
imagined Damien working in Collins St and drinking in the bars hidden in
laneways off Little Bourke St. I also loved that it was a bit different
from many other stories I’ve read – the first half of the book being all
about them just getting to dinner with each other kept me turning pages,
dying to see what happened next."
"I came across
your book The Magnate's Indecent Proposal on the Harlequin web site this
week and decided to purchase it as an ebook. You had my attention from
beginning to end and I must say I've read it at least three times. You
can feel the instant attraction of these two people leaping off the page
and it was great. Thank you for making a cynic want to read a romance
"Your characters are wonderful
and I loved both Chelsea and
Damien. If only my mobile phone could have a mix up like this!"
"I wanted to drop you a line
to let you know that I absolutely loved The Magnates Indecent Proposal.
I am an avid romance book reader... But I've never enjoyed one as
much as I have this one. Not only did I smile but sometimes laughed out
loud. Don't get me wrong I love all romance books but yours was for
lack of a better description perfect. Thanks so much for the great read."
To follow the series of blog posts about the writing of this book,
THE WORKING TITLE
A Different Corner
You can listen
to this gorgeous song at
Chelsea's beloved city apartment complete with
A cool sports car, with the top down, on a sparkling
autumn night...do I feel funny business coming on?
THE YARRA VALLEY
How can a drive through the curving roads leading to
Victorian wine country not inspire a happy ending?
third nuisance call of the morning, Chelsea finally twigged. She
must have accidentally swapped mobile phones with someone in the cafe that
morning! And she knew her life well enough to know how this would
play out: she would trek back into town, swap phones with some middle-aged
man with a paunch and be on her way.
Okay, she was
wrong! The guy was darkly handsome and seriously sexy: Damien
'Rich-list' Halliburton, way out of her league. She'd sworn off men
long ago, and hadn't since been tempted. But with a guy this
gorgeous how could she refuse his wicked, seductive and very indecent
And don't forget to check out Damien's best
friend Caleb's story in
A NIGHT WITH THE SOCIETY
yourself in a movie theatre, a museum, or an intimate restaurant. You’re
settled in for relaxing escapist time away from the hustle and bustle of real
life, when another patron’s mobile phone starts blaring out an obnoxious
synthesized version of the latest number one rap song. Relaxing? Hardly.
Out of this
very personal vexation of mine grew Damien Halliburton. Damien is a man born
into privilege, who has come to depend upon his creature comforts. Therefore
I figured he, like me, would be driven mad by such gauche intrusions into his
pleasure time. So when he discovers a new Melbourne restaurant in which
mobile phones must be checked at the door, he believes he’s found his own
what he doesn’t know is that at this restaurant he will also find Chelsea
London; a plucky but not altogether put together pet groomer who is far too
busy keeping her head above water to indulge in ‘pleasure time’. Oh, and
her mobile phone is her life.
even imagine the fun I had throwing these two complete opposites into the kind
of situation they couldn’t get through without one another? Scads and scads
of it, I promise you.
hope you enjoy their ensuing roller coaster ride through the bright lights and
funky back streets of Melbourne as much as I did!
Chelsea flicked a
stray streak of wet mud off the nose of the beagle motif on her old umbrella
as she ducked under the silver and black striped awning of Amelie’s, a newly
opened Melbourne restaurant a stone’s throw from the Yarra River at South
through the floor-to-ceiling windows to see the place was peppered with bright
and shiny types decked out in designer duds. While the chocolate brown knee
length skirt she’d found in the back of her closet sat at a slightly askew
angle to hide a fresh doggie shampoo stain.
‘In a couple of
hours I’ll be out of these high-heeled boots and into sneakers,’ she said
aloud. ‘While you’ll all have bunions before you’re forty.’
As some kind of
perverse justice, her boots teetered beneath her as she twirled out of the way
of a rushing pair of suits barging out of the restaurant barking into their
mobile phones rather than looking out for stray women on the sidewalk.
Not wanting to
push her luck, she slipped inside the glass doors and patted the criss-cross
of bobby pins holding back her too long fringe to make sure they were still in
place and not dangling from the end of her hair like some odd mobile.
‘Do you have a
reservation?’ the skinny, bald maitre d’ in head-to-toe black asked.
London,’ she said, leaning back slightly to make sure he wouldn’t get a waft
of the camphor scent of her recently de-cupboarded fancy clothes. ‘Meeting
Kensington Hurley. She’s always madly early, I’d be happy to sneak through
and find her myself - ’
He gave her a cool smile.
she thought as she gave him a weak smile in return.
He ran a bony
finger down the pale pink diary page and nodded. Then said, ‘Your phone
her grooming. ‘Excuse me, my what?’
‘Your...mobile...phone,’ he repeated, more slowly this time. ‘They are a
nuisance to other customers thus we don’t allow them in the restaurant. You
would have been told at the time of reservation.’
‘My sister chose
this place,’ she explained through gritted teeth.
you need to check it into the cloak room.’
She bit her lip
while she made up her mind about what to do. Her whole life was in her
phone. Her address book, her appointments calendar, her grocery list, her
emails, the profit and loss statements to take to the bank later that morning
now that she’d finally made an appointment with a loan officer to see about
expanding Pride & Groom, her pet grooming business, from one salon to three.
He may as well have asked for her future first born child for all it meant to
She sunk her hand
into her oversized handbag and held it clamped in her hand as she asked, ‘What
if I don’t have a phone?’
He kept his hand
outstretched, palm up.
‘Okay fine,’ she
said doing a quick, obsessive compulsive message check before handing it over.
‘But couldn’t you just ask everyone to turn their phone to silent? And
confiscate those who don’t comply?’
‘This isn’t high
school, Ms London. We believe mobile phones are anti-social. And haven’t you
come here today to be social?’
High school is
she thought. Those in new uniforms compared with
those in hand me downs, all living out the failures or successes of their
parents like some great evolutionary joke.
She kept her
theory to herself and instead muttered, ‘I came here today because my sister
has the kind of big brown cow eyes you can’t say no to.’
He gave her a
pink ticket with a smudged black number written upon it in return then she
pressed on into the restaurant.
Weaving her way
through the tightly packed tables past a plethora of “new school uniform”
types with money and time and an apparent desire to be social on a Tuesday
morning, she made a determined beeline for Kensey’s curly brown ‘do. Thus she
didn’t notice a gentleman prepare to slide back his chair until it was too
She put on the
brakes but her inexperience in her high-heeled boots meant she lost her grip
upon the swanky silk carpet. Her momentum pitched her forward and everything
from there on seemed to happen in slow motion.
The man turned,
alerted by either the whoosh of air she displaced before her, or perhaps the
frantic oath she’d emitted a second before that. As she fell she found
herself amidst one of those
time-stands-still-while-my-life-flashes-before-my-eyes moments as she made eye
contact with her attacker whose features burned onto her brain one after the
between perfect white front teeth. Smooth dark hair so neat it looked like it
had been cut that morning. A jaw line so defined it made a girl want to reach
out and run the back of her finger along it. Dark glinting eyes the colour of
the Pacific just before dusk.
tremendous collection of visual stimuli wasn’t enough to stop the laws of
physics. Chelsea had no choice but to reach out and grab him by two handfuls
of his suit jacket to stop herself from going completely head over heels.
slid both arms around her middle, slowing her momentum until she came to a
complete stop. Upright, or almost, considering her legs were twisted, she
clung. Bodily against him. Her breasts pressed into his chest. Her stomach
hard against the zipper of his pants. Her shaky right knee clamped snug
between both of his. She knew enough about the shape of him that in some
cultures they’d be considered betrothed.
She curled her
fingers gently beneath a lapel or two. His suit felt really nice.
Expensive. The fabric was soft and warm. And it smelled so good. Like
falling leaves and crisp fresh air. At least she assumed it was the suit.
Maybe it was just him.
When time finally
caught up with her, the surrounds of the restaurant swarmed in. Clinking
cutlery. Tinkling laughter. Steam from the kitchen. The feel of his long
thin wallet beneath hr knuckles and next to his heart. And the intermingling
whisper of the pair of them breathing overly heavily.
‘Are you okay?’
he asked. His voice was husky. Deep. It rumbled through her hands and into
her chest until it found a home deep within her stomach. She gave into the
need to lick suddenly bone dry lips.
‘Hey,’ he rumbled
again, and tucked a finger beneath her chin, lifting her gaze to his face as
he repeated, ‘Are you okay?’
His skin was
unblemished and evenly tanned, his eyes so blue it hurt, and he truly smelled
beautiful, like the rainy autumn day she’d left outside. All that glowing,
carefree perfection made him as tempting as the yummiest forbidden fruit. But
this gal had likely already eaten away her lip-gloss, her clothes were a
decade old, and she smelled like wet dog and moth balls.
She slowly let
her grip abate.
Chelsea said. ‘Dandy in fact. Embarrassed as all get out, but there seems to
be no permanent damage to the patch of carpet my boots did their best to take
on. It could have been worse.’
‘True,’ he said.
‘If there’d been a dessert cart in the vicinity we would very quickly have
become a scene out of a Pink Panther film.’
twitched in amusement. ‘Can’t you imagine a barrage of chocolate cream pies
flying through the air and landing on that table of coiffed princesses
until they are dripping in pearls and chocolate sauce?’
The man’s eyes
darted sideways to the table of women who had been eyeing Chelsea off as she
had walked in. And he said, ‘It would certainly have added a dash of sunshine
to such a drab morning.’
As he smiled at
her some more, his eyes now twinkling, his toothpick twirling as though behind
his teeth his tongue was hard at work, Chelsea’s stomach felt unnaturally
hollow. And she didn’t think it had all that much to do with hunger for food.
She smiled back,
all lips, no teeth, and then proceeded to disentangle herself as elegantly as
she could manage. But once she’d let go she discovered she’d scrunched up his
lovely suit lapels something awful. She spent a good ten seconds flattening
them out, running her hands along the soft wool which did little to hide the
hard body beneath.
‘Though I’m not
sure I could handle any more sunshine than I have right now,’ he said, his
voice ever deeper, and so close she could feel the air of every word brush
against her fast-warming cheek.
She bit. ‘And
before had a woman fall for me quite so quickly. Usually I count on an
introduction and a little flirtation before the sunshine part.’
She glanced up
into his eyes again. Dark. Absorbing. Blue as the heavens. He was pure
charm. And she had the distinct feeling he knew it. Which meant he also knew
she was no longer hanging onto him for balance.
She stopped her
fussing and said, ‘One little hint? Next time you’re looking to land yourself
a girl, don’t bother with the chair. Props are for amateurs.’
His playful smile
faded until it was no more than a glimmer deep within his eyes. He breathed
in through his nose, she felt it in the swell of his chest, and then realised
that for all intents and purposes she was still feeling the guy up. She gave
his lapels one last tug, then said, ‘Now nobody will know I was ever here.’
He removed the
toothpick and with his deep voice so low only a person a mere breath away
would be able to hear him he said, ‘I’ll know.’
His words slid
through her, hot, liquid, and unimpeded by any kind of sense or self-defence.
In a stab of unadulterated desire it occurred to her that if she slanted her
head an inch, two at the most, she could find out if his smiling lips tasted
anywhere near as good as they looked.
She took an
abrupt step back and bumped his table hard enough his full latte glass rocked
mercilessly and sloshed a gulp or two over the edge. Mr Suit and Tie leapt
for the glass and caught it just before it tilted all the way over.
Free of his
autumnal scent, his magnetic gaze, and the pleasure of luxurious wool, Chelsea
slid out of his gravitational pull. ‘That’s my cue to leave before I
accidentally set you on fire.’
‘No wait,’ he
said, putting the glass back on the table, and patting down the polished wood
with a napkin.
But she hitched
her handbag higher onto her shoulder, and then eased around him and hurried to
join her sister on the other side of the restaurant.
kissed her cheek. ‘Tell me you got his phone number,’ were the first words
out of her mouth.
From "The Magnate's Indecent Proposal"
by Ally Blake
Mills and Boon Modern Heat May 2008
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To my editor
discovering me, indulging me with unexpected opportunities, and knowing just how
to draw the best writing out of me. None of this would have been possible