The Summer Bride book in the Brides for all Seasons series!
First date: Trafalgar Square, London...
When cautious Fern Chambers is challenged by a friend to say yes to every question, she never expects to spend four days with dreamy Josh Adams in a charity treasure hunt.
First Dance: Covent Garden...
Daredevil millionaire Josh never stays in one place - or with one woman - for long. But Fern is challenging that rule...
First Kiss: The National Gallery...
As the final clue is solved, Josh realises the treasure he's been looking for is, in fact, the beautiful Fern. Can he persuade her to answer yes to his final question, the most important one of all?
Shortlisted for the RNA's Romance Prize
Shortlisted for The Golden Quill - Traditional Category
"Fast-paced, moving, witty and captivating, Saying Yes to the Millionaire is sheer romantic perfection from the first page till the very last!"
"sweet and endearing..."
All About Romance
What would you do if you had to say 'yes' to every question you were asked? I spotted a similar sentence on a tag line of a New Year article in a magazine. You know the sort of article I'm talking about, don't you? The kind that encourages you to take up new hobbies and embrace strange fads. I stopped in my tracks and didn't even bother to read the rest. The lightning bolt had already struck and an idea for a story was brewing. A nice, ordinary girl could get herself into all sorts of trouble if she accepted a challenge like that, couldn't she?
This spark of a story then combined with another idea. I absolutely love the hit TV show 'The Amazing Race' in which teams race each other around the globe trying to beat each other to a million dollars and had been waiting for an excuse to throw a hero and heroine into that pressure-cooker situation where everything they'd been trying to hide would come bubbling to the surface.
And why send them racing round the globe, I thought, when I have the wonderful cosmopolitan city of London on their doorstep? So I set the entire book in London and learned some very interesting facts about the city in the process. If you want to know more about the inspiration and locations in the story, visit my website www.fionaharper.com and see the real places for yourself!
Solid ground was a distant memory. Fern glanced down past her feet and a tidal wave of nausea crashed in her stomach. The Thames glittered in the June sun and London politely carried on about its business one hundred and fifty feet below her. Someone behind her muttered, 'Is she going to jump, or not?'
Not. Definitely not. Surely, if God had meant us to do this we'd have been born with lengths of elastic attached to our feet.
She gulped. Every muscle in her body had tightened itself into a dozen knots. She closed her eyes, but that just made things worse. The darkness magnified the dull roar of the traffic and the flap of the bungee cord as it swung in the faint breeze. Her body swayed.
No. She was not going to do this.
Her eyes snapped open and she twisted her head, opening her mouth to tell them it had all been a horrible mistake. But, before the sounds emerged from the back of her throat, a warm pair of hands steadied her on either side of her waist.
'She's all right. Aren't you, Fern?'
Fern shook her head, but the squeak that finally made it out of her mouth sounded an awful lot like yes.
She caught a faint hint of aftershave as he moved closer, felt his breath as it tickled the fine tendrils of hair that had worked their way out of her ponytail and now curled in front of her ears.
'You can do this.' The voice sounded so warm and reassuring. 'You know that, don't you?'
For a second, Fern almost forgot where she was, high on a crane on the banks of the Thames. Almost forgot the crowd of onlookers and charity event organisers looking up at her from the hard concrete below. She recognised that voice!
Josh was here.
And he was right behind her, whispering words of encouragement into her ear. Her pulse didn't know whether to speed up, slow down or stop all together. But, bizarrely, she felt safe with him there, so close she could feel the beat of his heart against her back.
'Yes,' she whispered. This time, she half-believed her answer.
'So... I'm going to count to three, and when I say go, you just allow yourself to fall.'
He had the most delicious voice. It seemed to curl and roll inside her ears. She got carried away just listening to the sounds, the individual syllables, forgetting the meaning of the words. And then suddenly she realised he was saying three.
He didn't shout; he said the next word so gently it was almost as if he'd just breathed out. 'Go.'
And then she was falling, falling—the breath sucked so hard from her body that she couldn't even scream.
From the title: Saying Yes To The Millionaire by Fiona Harper
Imprint and series: Mills & Boon Romance April 2008
Copyright: © 2007 by Fiona Harper
By: Harlequin Books S.A.
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