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Kay Harborne: The Millionaire Plan
Sunday, August 17th, 2014

Check out this new-to-me author, Kay Harborne and her new book, The Millionaire Plan… DD

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Kay Harborne has written several romance stories for women’s magazines and has had two romance novels published. She has also written many children’s books under the name of Karen King. She loves reading, writing and eating chocolate.

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Twitter: @karen_king
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The Millionaire Plan blurb

LOVE or MONEY? What would you marry for?

Amber Wynters is on a mission to find a millionaire to marry – and fast. Her parents are nearly bankrupt and forced to sell the family home, a beautiful Tudor house that had been in the family for generations. And it’s all thanks to Amber’s ex-fiancé Rod persuading them to invest in his dodgy shares. So armed with a ‘How to Hook a Millionaire’ Book and a ten point plan, she sets off to hook herself a rich husband. Then she meets the drop-dead gorgeous Jed Curtess. The attraction between them is sizzling but Jed is only a hired hand on one of the millionaire’s yachts. Can Amber ignore her heart and follow her plan?

Rule number 1: Make sure you’re seen at the right places.

Great. Here she was dressed to kill and without a clue what to do, Amber thought, tugging self-consciously at the hem of her dress. Everyone else was walking around in groups, or at least in pairs, chatting and laughing together making her wish she’d taken up Callie’s offer to go sailing with her and Simon instead of wandering around Coombe Bay Marina alone. Honestly, dressed in this skin-tight extremely short white designer dress, high heels and the pile of make-up Callie had insisted she wore she might well have the word “gold-digger” written on her forehead.

Well, that’s what she was, wasn’t it?

Not for the first time she wondered how she’d let Callie talk her into coming here to try and hook a millionaire. It was mad. Insane. Immoral.

And her only option if she didn’t want her parents to lose their home as well as their business.

Spotting a café overlooking the marina, she bought herself a latté and was making her way over to one of the tables with it when a white yacht caught her eye. It wasn’t huge or brash like some of the yachts in the marina, but it was definitely classy. The sort a millionaire would have for his own use to sail around in rather than show off and entertain his friends. As she peered over at it, trying to read the name painted on the side, she collided into something hard. Her coffee cup went flying off the saucer, emptying its contents over a pair of cut-off denim shorts that were hugging lean, definitely male, hips.

“Whoa!”Strong suntanned arms held her steady. “You want to try looking where you’re going,” an incredibly sexy voice drawled in a strong American accent.

“Sorry.” She looked up into a pair of twinkling tawny eyes that laughed at her from a ruggedly handsome face, topped by thick, light brown hair with sun-kissed highlights. Phwoarr! was her immediate reaction, but she quickly pulled herself together. She’d just spilt coffee over this guy, for goodness sake. The least she could do was apologise instead of drooling over him like a lunatic.

“I’m so sorry,” she stammered. “I was looking at the yacht over there. It’s fantastic, isn’t it? I’ve never seen one like it before.” Not the thing to say, Amber, she scolded herself. You’re supposed to be acting smart and sophisticated as if you come to these sort of events all the time. Not twittering away like an idiot and letting the first person you bump into know you’ve never seen anything bigger than a dinghy before. Then she remembered she had quite literally bumped into this man and drowned him in coffee in the process.

“I’m so sorry,” she said, fully aware this was the third time she’d apologised but unable to stop herself gabbling. She glanced down at his wet denim cut-offs, trying not to let her gaze linger on the sun-tanned legs below them, then shifted her eyes hurriedly back to his face. “Er, I’ll go and get a cloth so you can clean up.”

“No need. I’m working on the yacht you were admiring. So I haven’t got far to go and get changed,” he replied. “Perhaps you’d like to join me and clean yourself up too? You don’t want to leave that to stain. It’ll ruin your dress.”

What? She was horrified to see coffee splattered all over the bottom of her — or rather, Callie’s — dress and running down her legs. How could she not have noticed? Because I was too busy gawping at him, that’s why.

She hesitated. He had said he was working on the yacht. Which meant he didn’t own it — more’s the pity. So his boss could well be on board. And whilst the “How to Hook a Millionaire” book Callie had brought and insisted she read from cover to cover had declared she should “seize any opportunity to mix with the seriously rich”. And let’s face it, anyone who owned that yacht was seriously rich. Meeting him with a coffee-stained dress and legs was not a good idea. “Always be perfectly made up and elegantly dressed” was another rule of the book.

“Is your boss on board?” she asked.

“No, only me.” “Perhaps I should introduce myself and then you’d feel more at ease. I’m sure your mother drilled it into you to never go off with strangers.” He held out his hand. “Jed Curtess.”

She took his hand. It was strong and warm and his touch sent tingles running up her arm. “Amber Wynters,” she told him.

“Now we’ve been introduced, Amber Wynters, would  you like to come on board the yacht and get cleaned up?” he asked, a playful smile hovering on his lips.

She most definitely would, but should she? She didn’t even know this man, although she had to admit she definitely found him appealing. Should she risk going onto the yacht with him? He might not be as harmless as he seemed. She saw the teasing twinkle in his gorgeous tawny eyes and her heart flipped. Cancel harmless. This guy was a danger to her blood pressure if nothing else.

“I promise I won’t try to seduce you,” he said solemnly. “Unless you beg me to, of course.” His eyes danced with humour,  and she thought there was probably a queue of women who would love him to do just that.

Something about this guy made her feel she could trust him. Besides, there were lots of people around to hear her shouts if she needed help — not that she would step one foot on that yacht if she felt in any danger. And, she was supposed to be here to meet a millionaire, which she wasn’t about to succeed in doing with the state she was in.

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2 comments to “Kay Harborne: The Millionaire Plan”

  1. Kay Harborne
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    · August 17th, 2014 at 1:49 pm · Link

    Thanks for hosting me on your blog, Delilah. 🙂



  2. Pansy Petal
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    · August 17th, 2014 at 3:23 pm · Link

    This sounds like fun. Thank you for sharing.