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"Ally Blake's debut book is an exciting read. The characters are alive, funny and wonderful and the plot has enough twists and turns to keep you turning the pages."



4.5 STARS Romance Junkies


"Ally Blake writes both comedic and tender scenes with great adroitness. Her characters are beautifully realized: Holly and Jacob are multi-dimensional and engaging characters who were a great pleasure to get to know. Ms. Blake's crisp debut *sings*."



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"This light-hearted novel by Ally Blake is a joy to read.  

The stage is set, the sparks fly, and everything that can go wrong, does. Do not miss this entertaining tale of 'husband hunting."




"Ally Blake's first book is a must read.  I only intended to read a couple of chapters today but as soon as I got to know Holly, I was hooked.   The pace was just right and the ending was perfect (don't want to give too much away!)."

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"It's a fun, light read and I can see why M&B have avid followers if half of the books are as good as yours."

Mick, in Melbourne


"I read The Wedding Wish last night and loved it!  Especially the hero."



"I read the Wedding Wish, and it was really wonderful! What a great story!!"


"Jacob is yummy. Does he have an older brother who lives in Canada?   * sigh * "

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Holly is getting married.  Now she just needs a fiancé!


Party planner Holly Denison decides that if she is ever going to have the leading role in her own wedding party she's going to take matters into her own hands! 


Surely her best friends can fix her up on a few blind dates.  'Sure,' they say.  And that's how Holly meets Jacob Lincoln.  He's gorgeous, rich and successful.  In fact he's perfect marriage material - if only Holly can get Jacob to agree.



‘I’m getting married,’ Holly announced as she slammed her briefcase on the desk in her office at Cloud Nine Event Management, fifteen minutes later than her usual start time.  

    ‘You’re doing what?’  Beth’s voice rang metallic and loud from Holly’s speakerphone.  

    Holly sat down, crossed her legs, noticed a run in her stockings, and her mood went from bad to worse.  She grabbed a new pair of stockings from the neat pile stocked in her bottom desk drawer, before moving into her private bathroom to change from frayed to fresh.  She had to raise her voice for it to reach the speakerphone, but in her current temper, that was not a problem.  

    ‘I said I’m getting married.’  

    ‘But I can’t remember you dating any man more than once in the last six months, much less becoming familiar enough to want to marry one of them.’  

    Holly’s assistant Lydia chose that moment to enter the office.  She stopped in her tracks, the coffee she carried all but sloshing over the sides, and stared at the speakerphone as though it had produced an offensive noise.  Holly came back into the room, new stockings in place, and waved a “hurry up” hand at Lydia who placed the cup down without spilling a drop.  

    With no apology, Lydia joined the private conversation.  ‘Did I hear you guys right?  In the time it took for me to make Holly a cuppa, she hooked herself a fiancé?  That’s saying something for instant coffee.’  

    ‘Is that you, Lydia?’ Beth asked.  

    Lydia leaned towards the speakerphone, articulating her words, as though speaking to someone hard of hearing.  ‘How are you, Beth?  When is the baby due?’  

    ‘I’m fantastic.  Baby Jeffries should be here in a month or so - ’  

    ‘Ah, guys,’ Holly interrupted, ‘major life decision being made here.’  

    Lydia mimed buttoning her lips shut tight.  

    ‘Sorry, sweetie,’ Beth said. ‘Blame Lydia.  You know if anyone asks about the bubby, I gush.  Do go on.’  

    ‘Thank-you.’  Holly took a deep breath and launched into her story.  ‘This morning, as I walked the last block along Lonsdale Street, this ... man all but barrelled me over.  Everything I was carrying went flying.  My briefcase ended up in the gutter, pens rolled down the road and all my precious papers scattered across the footpath.  And as I was on my hands and knees crawling around collecting my materials, he had the nerve to tell me to watch where I was going.’  

    ‘Was he cute?’ was Lydia’s instant response.  

    Not cute, Holly remembered.  She pictured early morning sunlight glinting off light flecks in hazel eyes.  Tired dark smudges underneath those eyes.  Sympathy she had felt at his exhausted expression.  His scowl as he had realised she had dropped everything she was carrying.  The same scowl that had extinguished her sympathy.  The rich, deep voice with a hint of a foreign accent as he had said his piece.  

    No, cute was not the word.  

    ‘Tall,’ Holly eventually established, ‘dark mussed hair.  Matching dimples.  Smelled nice.  But that’s irrelevant.’  

    ‘Irrelevant?’ Beth said. ‘He sounds perfect.’  

    ‘I reckon,’ Lydia agreed.  

    ‘Just when you stop looking where you are going, he finds you.  It’s kismet.’  

    Holly rolled her eyes, picturing Beth reaching for one of her New Age books to justify the incident.  

    ‘He did not find me, Beth, he berated and bruised me.  See.’  Holly pointed out a light scrape on her knee to Lydia who pouted in appreciation.  

    ‘And this is the guy you’re going to marry?’ Lydia asked.  

    ‘No!  You’ve both missed the point.’  

    ‘Which is?’  

    ‘The point is, the whole horrible episode brought about an epiphany. My social life consists exclusively of attending parties we co-ordinate.  But instead of meeting men, I meet men’s party personalities.  They mislead me with an attractive, charming, confident disguise but there is never anything more going on behind the eye-catching masks they wear.  The gentleman this morning was very attractive, uncompromising, and uncaring and was therefore the embodiment of all that is wrong with the men I meet.  It’s a foolproof theory.’  

    ‘I’m confused,’ Lydia said.  ‘If not this guy, who on earth are you marrying?’  

    ‘That’s the thing, I’ve decided Ben is going to find him for me.’  

    ‘My Ben?’  Beth asked after a couple of seconds of bewildered silence.  

    ‘Of course.  Can’t you see it’s the only way?  Ben works in a big company, he’s got plenty of staff under him, mostly young men he has hand-picked, and he knows me better than anyone apart from you guys.  He’s the perfect objective observer and if he can find me someone he likes then we can all be friends forever.  You know, live next door to one another, have neighbourhood BBQs, go on camping trips...’  

    ‘You hate camping - ‘  

    ‘I’m not joking, Beth.  Come on, you have to see how flawless a plan it is.’  

    ‘And all of this came from banging into some very attractive, dimpled, nice smelling guy on the street?’ Beth asked.  

    ‘It was like when we collided he smacked some sense into me.’

    ‘Gave you concussion more like it,’ Lydia muttered.  

    Holly shot Lydia an unimpressed look.  

    ‘This guy must have been something to get you of all people talking marriage,’ Beth said.  

    ‘Why me of all people?’  

    ‘Come on Holly.  You are the most controlled, independent woman I know.  You keep a colour range of spare pairs of stockings in your office drawer, for goodness’ sake.’  

    Catching sight of those very packets, Holly casually closed the drawer shut with her foot.  

    ‘And here you are,’ Beth continued, ‘wanting to put your future happiness in someone else’s hands.’  

    ‘Ben is not just someone else and you know that.  I trust him to make a good choice.’  

    ‘I can’t believe you are making some sort of sense,’ Beth admitted.  ‘all right, come over for dinner tonight so that we can ambush my poor unknowing husband.’  

    ‘Thanks Beth.  You are the best friend in the whole wide world.’  

    ‘And don’t you forget it.’  

    After Beth rang off Lydia peeled her lanky form from the chair and loped to Holly’s office door where she turned back to     ask, ‘Did he help pick the stuff up?’  

    Holly dragged her attention away from the beckoning projects on her desk.  ‘Mmm, he dropped his bags and bent down to help almost instantly.  But he was telling me off at the time so that’s irrelevant too.’ 

    ‘And you were walking with your head down, immersed in thoughts of what you had to do today, not looking where you were going, weren’t you?’  


    ‘But that’s irrelevant, right?’  

    Holly narrowed her eyes, willing Lydia not to continue, but her mocking look was to no avail.  

    ‘A tall, dark, handsome stranger bowls you over and then gets down on his hands and knees to help.  And you have decided this is a bad thing.  I on the other hand would spend the rest of the day looking dreamily out the window if that happened to me.  But no such luck.  My morning consisted of being rubbed up against by a schoolboy on the train.’  

    Lydia sighed spectacularly and Holly could not help but grin at her amateur dramatics.  

    ‘You do realise that since I am your boss your job is to ooh and aah and say, ‘poor Holly’, don’t you?’

    ‘I thought my job was to get you coffee and stand on chairs so that you can drape fabrics over me and hold all incoming calls from any men you may have had uninspiring dates with the night before.’

     ‘Sure,’ Holly agreed after a moment’s thought, ‘that too.’

     Lydia left the room and headed back to her desk to prepare herself for a day of imagining walking up Lonsdale Street and banging into tall, dark, handsome strangers.



From "The Wedding Wish" by Ally Blake
Mills and Boon Tender Romance December 2003
ISBN: 0-263-83414 -X     Copyright: © 2003 Ally Blake
® and ™ are trademarks of the publisher. The edition published by arrangement with Harlequin Books S.A. For more romance information surf to: http://www.eHarlequin.com





This book is dedicated to Mark, my angel, who looked after me, brought me M&Ms and made me feel like I had it in me all the time.




































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Her Hottest Summer Yet  The Dance Off  |  Faking It to Making It  |  When Honey Got Married...  |  The Secret Wedding Dress

50 Days With Rose  |  The Rules of Engagement  |  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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