Releasing in April 2017…Fool’s Gold, the sequel to All That Glitters:

 

Many of you have written to ask me when this book was out because it was supposed to be released last year.

THANK YOU for your patience :-)

The delay was because I started the Billionaire books after writing All That Glitters and Baby Steps (the final book in the Honeymoon Series), and I am only now returning to the Italian Summer series. I’m hoping to wrap this series up by Summer 2017 (Gina’s book will be next followed by Elsa’s).

Fool’s Gold continues from where Baby Steps ended – that is, on the day of the launch party for the Cazale Ravenna, Nico’s new hotel and spa center.

For newcomers to my books, you don’t have to have read the Honeymoon series in order to read the Italian Summer series, and while most books in the Italian Summer series will be standalone, Fool’s Gold is a carry-on from All That Glitters. Also, should you want to read both series and you want to avoid spoilers, there is a recommended reading order.

I’ll be in touch when Fool’s Gold releases – hopefully just after Easter. In the meantime, here is an (unedited) Chapter 1 excerpt:

 

Chapter 1

“Would you like to stay here?” Dino asked.

“Here?” Her voice lacked enthusiasm.

“Not now, but one day,” he said, placing his hand gently around the small of her back. She shivered, not because his touch electrified her, but because it felt like an invasion of her privacy and she wasn’t ready for him to invade it. Not yet.

What answer could she give him when she wasn’t sure if it was an offer or a passing comment? These little games that men and women played were getting to be too much. “Maybe. If I can find the time to get away.”

“You have to make time, Andrea. You have to live a little, take a risk, do something spontaneous.”

She’d tried it once, she remembered. In Bellagio with Riley. Once bitten twice shy. No, thank you.

“It’s stunning, isn’t it?” she said, changing the subject briskly. They walked along the stony path leading away from the main hotel. Jewel-colored irises swayed in the soft breeze and colorful blooms lit up the evergreen gardens. The scent of wisteria filled the air while proud Judas trees showed off their pink blossom

“He’s done an amazing job, your friend,” Dino agreed, a little stiffly. The new Cazale Ravenna—a hotel and spa center, was the latest business venture of her friend Nico Cazale, the husband of one of her close friends.

“Nico has an eye for these things,” she said softly. An old flame of hers, he was now the sole heir to the Cazale hotel empire. His father would have been proud of him.

“He’s put Ravenna on the map but it will be interesting to see how many people will want to come here. It’s never been a go-to destination for me.”

“No?” She detected a hint of jealousy in Dino’s voice. “Nico is a savvy entrepreneur. I think this new hotel is going to be an enormous success.”

Dino’s brows knitted together. “Weren’t the two of you together you once?” She was surprised that he knew for theirs had been a very low-key and short-lived romance many years ago. In the time it took her to formulate a reply, he beat her to it. “I wonder if his wife knows what she’s gotten herself in for.”

“I don’t like the way you’re talking about my friends,” answered Andrea, defensively. “You don’t really know them.”

“I’ve read enough about them. Hard not to when they’re always in the papers these days. Some people love the fame.”

They don’t,” she replied, stony-faced. “They don’t seek it out and I wish the press would leave them alone. You’re naïve if you think everything the press prints is true.”

Dino looked at her with astonishment. “You’re very touchy about them.”

“They’re lovely people, they make a wonderful couple and now they have a baby. I wish everyone would leave them alone.”

“Sorry.” Dino’s eyebrows lifted in surprise. “I like him, he’s nice enough—”

She knew what it was. “It’s natural to be jealous of someone who’s good-looking, successful and—”

Dino roared with laughter. “Okay,” he put his hand up. “I’ll stop.”

“I was being serious.”

“I’m not jealous of your friend, if that’s what you think. The Massari brothers have plenty of good looks, charisma and family money behind them and a lot of heart. It all depends on what you’re looking for.”

She stayed silent.

“You’re always so defensive about him, Andrea.”

“He and Ava are good friends of ours.”

“Ours?”

“Mine and Leo’s.” Saying it like that made it sound as if she and Leo were an item. They were so not.

“Talking of Leo, you never told me he was with someone.”

“With someone?”

“Over there.” Dino jutted out his chin, indicating over her shoulder. But when she turned to look, she only caught a brief glimpse of Leo before he disappeared into the hotel’s main entrance. “Who was he with?” she asked, curious.

“Someone very tall and very pretty.”

Who? Leo hadn’t mentioned anything to her about coming with a partner.

“Are you cold?” Dino asked when she rubbed her hands over her arms.

“No.” Not cold. She wished she’d worn something more elegant. The short, off-the-shoulder glittery dress had certainly caught Dino’s attention but she was afraid she’d sent him the wrong message. As it was, she wasn’t totally sure what message she was trying to convey. She was thankful, though, that she wasn’t staying the night. Because of the long drive to Ravenna, some of the party guests had chosen to stay over tonight but she was eager to return home. Still, she wondered what Leo and his friend were doing. She glanced again at the hotel entrance.

“It’s still warm out here,” she commented. It was, for early spring weather and it had been pleasant, the long drive here. Dino had kindly offered to drive her here. He was good company, easy to be around and easy to talk to although her friend Ava begged to differ.

And clearly, he was interested, and sometimes that sexy way he had of looking at her, did something to her heart. Made it flutter. Sometimes.

When he’d come to pick her up, his admiring glances had said more than words ever could have. His gaze had lingered a little too long, a little too slowly, over her face and body, heating her skin with its intensity. She already knew she looked good tonight but it took a man’s validation to convince her.

It had been months since she had seen or heard from Riley but the humiliation of that relationship still cut deep and the scent of betrayal still lingered. Her romance with the American had left its wounds. She was now extra wary around men and had it not been for her bad experience, she would probably have given in to Dino’s advances long ago.

Not that Dino was sleazy, or forceful, but he wasn’t cool and laid back like Leo, her business partner.  A friend of her brother’s for many years, Leo had come on board to invest in her company and to help her with expansion. She now relied on him to be her right hand man and there were days when she wondered how she had ever run her business alone. Things were so much better now that there were two of them to deal with everything. Especially since the last six or more months had been difficult.

“Do you want to take a look at the infinity pool?” Dino asked, touching her bare arm lightly with his finger. But she had caught sight of Leo again. He was standing next to Nico and they looked to be deep in conversation. It was only then that she noticed the woman. Tall and definitely striking, in a full-length figure hugging black strappy dress, she suddenly came into view and stood with her arm hooked into Leo’s.

“Andrea?”

She dragged her attention back to Dino and flinched as his hand once more touched her arm. “Too soon?” he asked, appearing to notice that she seemed irritated.

“No, no,” she said, smiling and trying to fix the damage. She had to force herself not to look at Leo again even though she was itching to. How could she explain to Dino that she wasn’t ready? He seemed so keen. It didn’t seem fair to let him think she might be interested. He was handsome in a boyish kind of way. Olive skinned, slicked back hair, sexy eyes. At another time, a pre-Riley time, she might have fallen for him in a heartbeat. But post-Riley, things were complicated.

She was terrified of making another bad judgment call.

“I don’t understand, Andrea.” Dino stood directly in front of her, blocking her easy view of Leo and the woman. “I like you, you like me, we’re both single, so what’s the problem?” Away from the crowds and the rush of the evening, alone here in a tranquil corner of the grounds, she didn’t have an answer for him. At least not one that would make sense to him. “There isn’t…a…problem,” she said slowly, struggling to find the right words. “I’m sorry.”

He shrugged, with his hands in his trouser pockets. “Don’t apologize, Andrea. You don’t need to be sorry but I’m trying to be patient. Sometimes, it’s impossible to know what you want.”

“Time,” she said, hugging her clutch bag to her chest. “I just need more time.” How much more, she didn’t know.

She saw him flex his knuckles. “I can wait,” he said, and the weight on her shoulders slowly slipped away. “This is good enough, having you on my arm.” He smiled at her and the awkwardness of the moment disintegrated.

“This is good,” she agreed.

“I like you, Andrea Brunelli. I like you a lot and I’m going to wait patiently until you decide that I’m the one for you.”

He was boyishly good-looking if more than a little full of himself.

 

 

 

 

 

I’ve changed the covers to the books in the Italian Summer series!

 

This is a spin-off from the Honeymoon Series  and Ava and Nico and others also make appearances in these books.

Just a reminder that the sequel to All That Glitters is due to be released in a few weeks time :-)

 

It’s been a while since I’ve officially released something: I wrote The Wish (a final part to The Billionaire’s Love Story) in December but this isn’t available to buy and is a gift to my subscribers. But I’ve been working on a new series (more on that in a moment) and I have yet to wrap up the Italian Summer series. You might be pleased to know that the sequel to All That Glitters is almost complete!

Now, about that new book!  It’s called An Ordinary Hero it is  part of a multi-author collection called Hot Silver Nights which features heroes aged 40 and above. This novella will be released as part of a boxed set for the first 3 months and I’ll release it as a single novella in May 2017.

Here’s the cover for the boxed set – I’ll have a different cover for it when I release it as a single book:

 

Meghan Summers still hasn’t forgotten her high-school ‘almost romance’ with her teacher ten years ago. When the world around her was crumbling, he was the only one to give her comfort. 

But when the past suddenly resurfaces and Lance Turner becomes the newest hero in her city, she wonders if life is giving her a second chance.

Here’s an excerpt for you:

Prologue

10 years earlier…

“He can apply his trigonometry to my triangle any time,” gushed Arla.

“What?” Meg asked, distracted. She checked the answer to her differential equations again.

“Mr. Turner,” sighed her friend. “It should be illegal for any school teacher to be that hot.” Her friend had turned all soft and soppy, capable only of staring at their new teacher. He wasn’t new per se. He’d been here over a year, but he was new to them, and he was now taking them for Math. Meghan ignored her and continued to work through the questions they had been set.

“I can’t concentrate,” moaned Arla, and stretched out, knocking over her pencil sharpener. Because the lid to the small plastic casing wasn’t properly on, the mess of pencil shavings spilled like sand onto her book.

“Now look what you’ve done!” Meghan hissed. Arla could be a real klutz sometimes.

“Sorry.” Arla leaned over and tried to push away the shavings with her fingers but ended up making more of a mess.

“Stop!” Meghan cried, aghast.

“What’s going on in that corner?” Mr. Turner’s sharp rebuke slapped them to attention. They stared at him guiltily as his lake blue eyes pinned them to their seats.

“Well?” He asked, still holding a stick of chalk in his dusty fingers. “Sorry, sir. It won’t happen again,” Meghan replied, since Arla had suddenly become mute.

“What won’t happen again?” Mr. Turner snapped, making her jolt. She’d never heard that tone in his voice before. She’d never given him any reason to be angry with her, ever. Her homework was delivered on time, her grades were perfect and she always answered questions correctly. She was a clever and sensible girl who could do no wrong. Arla was usually the culprit.

Mr. Turner was usually laid back and cool but strict. Young looking, and approachable, students sometimes made the mistake of thinking that they could treat him like one of them, but he’d soon set them straight. He had a quiet and commanding way about him. Not heavy-handed, like the Science teachers, but in his own way. The girl students lusted after him, but lean and wiry, wasn’t her type, and, personally, she couldn’t see the fascination.

Right now, his gaze penetrated deep into her, and for a second it felt as if he could see through her. She opened her mouth, but decided her answer would sound too pathetic. “I want you to collect everyone’s sheets at the end of the lesson,” he said, then turned back and continued to write on the blackboard.

She nodded, and swallowed.

“Don’t forget about the test on Friday!” Mr. Turner shouted, when the end-of-lesson bell rang. Book slammed shit, chair legs scraped across the wooden floor and footsteps shuffled frantically as students herded out.

I’ll wait for you by the lockers,” Arla said, rushing passed Meghan who got up dutifully and collected all the sheets from the now haphazardly aligned desks. She shuffled them into a neat pile and walked over to the teacher’s desk. He’d finished rubbing out the blackboard and when he turned around the light dusting of chalk powder fell like loose lint onto his pale blue checked shirt.

“This is all of them, sir,” she said, placing the pile on his desk.

“Thank you.” She turned to go.

“I didn’t mean to raise my voice,” he said, catching her by surprise. She looked back at him. He had the pile of papers in his hand. “I know it wasn’t your fault.”

 She looked at him, but said nothing.

“Your test results,” he said, preventing her further from leaving the classroom. “They’ve been inconsistent lately.”

She held her breath.

“You might want to concentrate on the areas that you’re weak in.”

“Yes, sir.”

 

Chapter 1

Now…

The hairs on the back of his neck stood up and his stomach emptied. He heard the screams, shrill, blood-curdling, and rushed around the corner. A student sprinted towards him, her terror-filled eyes bulging. Unblinking. As she bolted towards him, everything else around him slowed down. It was like watching an 8mm movie with the projector playing up and running in slow motion. She screamed again, one long, ear-splitting scream.

And that was when he saw the shooter behind her. His face was calm, with almost a smile. But a smile didn’t belong here. He looked familiar, too, and walked quickly, not running, but moving with serious intent.

He pointed his gun at the girl, and Lance sprinted forward. Time slowed, almost stopped, as she lunged towards him. He grabbed her and spun her around, shielding her body with his.

A sound, small like a firecracker sounded around his ears, and then his shoulder cracked into two, as if a meat cleaver had sliced clean through it.

Pre-Order links are here:

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Google: https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Ainsley_Booth_Hot_Silver_Nights?id=eGNGDgAAQBAJ&hl=en

 

 

 

A Christmas short story (15K) that continues on from the last installment, The Vow, Book 3.

I wrote ‘The Wish’ as a gift for my subscribers. It’s not available for purchase online but if you’ve signed up to receive my newsletter, you’ll get this short story soon.

If you’re not a subscriber, you can get it by clicking here.

It’s Christmas, and one year on from when Tobias and Savannah first met. Savannah is determined to make this a memorable time for them but Tobias just wants her to take things easy. And Jacob? Well, he has a few wishes of his own.

Find out what happens in the next chapter of their lives.

 

Here you go! The last part of Ava and Nico’s story which started with Honeymoon For One.

 

Baby Steps takes place just after the end of Honeymoon Bliss (Book 4) and concludes the Honeymoon Series.  Following on from Nico’s car accident and the birth of their daughter, things are supposed to be getting easier with Nico recuperating at home. Time away from running his empire means time to spend at home with his wife and new daughter. But things don’t seem to go as smoothly as they both hoped.

I hope you enjoy the last of their story :-)

Click here to find out more

I know that many of you have been waiting for the final book in the Honeymoon Series. I had intended to have this ready by Summer 2016 but I’d been writing The Billionaire’s Love Story from Dec 2015 to July 2016 and I took a little break. I’m working on it now and hope to have the 5th and final book ready by the end of Oct. It might slip into early November, but I’m hoping it doesn’t.

Soon after Book 5 is out I’ll be writing the sequel to All That Glitters, because this, too, is long overdue. Sorry for the delay – blame it on the billionaire :-)

In the meantime, I’ve also updated the covers:

It’s finally here! The final installment of The Billionaire’s Love Story (#9): The Vow, Book 3

 

It’s still July – so I made my deadline! But it was later than I had intended simply because this final book ran longer than any of the others. I hope you enjoy this final installment :-)  Click here for more details.

The boxed set of The Vow will be released on 14th August 2016.

 

I’ve put together a collection of FOUR 1st in series romances:

 

 

This bundle contains:

The Gift, Books 1-3

The Proposal

Misplaced Love

It Takes Two

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The Vow, Book 2 is available on Amazon. This is #8 of The Billionaire’s Love Story…we’re getting to the end. The final part, Book 9, is due for release in July 2016.

Miami was a dream but subsequent events now force Savannah to question whether a life with Tobias would complicate things.

She has already escaped a difficult situation and doesn’t want to put her son’s life in danger. Being part of Tobias’s world could do just that. Easing off, she chooses to focus on Jacob while deciding how to move forward.

But Tobias is willing to wait. His moves are strategic, even if his patience is wearing thin. But an unexpected development, a secret from his past, exposes him and confirms Savannah’s fears. She suddenly realizes that doesn’t know him and cannot trust him.

Is it too late to get out?

 

 

I hope to release The Vow, Book 2 in the next week or so, and to tide you over until then here is a Chapter 1 excerpt:

What the fuck did she want? Tobias stared at the missed call from Naomi and shoved his cell phone into his pocket. He no longer had any business with the high-class escort and had no intention of calling her back. When the elevator doors slid apart, he stormed out.

“Good evening, Sir.” The elderly concierge greeted him warmly. Tobias nodded at him as he rushed past, not even stopping.

“How’s Ms. Page doing?”

This time he was forced to stop.

“Ms. Page.” The man stepped forward from behind his desk. “I’m worried about her, all that nastiness with Jacob. Is she alright?”

Tobias frowned. “Yeah. She’s fine.” She didn’t want him around, so he had to assume she was happy to deal with things in her own way. Time. She needed more time. Why was it always two steps forward and three steps back?

“I’m Arnold.” The concierge held out his hand.

“Hello, Arnold,” said Tobias quickly, shaking hands as he tried to walk away.

“I’ve been keeping an eye on her,” said Arnold, preventing him from reaching the main doors. “But I don’t want to impose. But you say she’s alright?”

“Yes,” Tobias almost hissed then let out a sigh. His bad mood was not due to this man. “I’m sorry,” he said. “It’s been a rough day.” It had been fine until he’d turned up on Savannah’s doorstep. All he wanted was to be there for her, but she was pushing him away already. He sensed she was having doubts and this whole sorry mess with Colt, and Jacob and the media, it had her worried. This man had nothing to do with it. “I’m Tobias Stone.”

“I know who you are,” Arnold smiled back. “I seen the pictures of you both at that fancy party at the hotel. Nice looking couple you make.”

The Gala night at the Waldorf Astoria. What a difference a week or so made. “Thank you.” Tobias muttered, still anxious to leave. He nodded at the man and made his way out. Across the street he saw the familiar black SUV with his bodyguards in it and was half-tempted to tell them to stay here and to keep an eye on Savannah and Jacob. She wouldn’t know even if he did assign someone to watch over her. He was determined to keep her safe and knew it was the right thing but he also knew how goddamn pig-headed Savannah could be. She was adamant about not wanting to change her life, about not wanting someone on her back, and if she found out—and she probably would because she wasn’t an airhead—then she would give him hell for doing yet another thing ‘that he wanted to because he could.’

How to win her over and convince her that being with him was going to work out fine in the end? He couldn’t, he only had to hope she figured it out for herself. One couldn’t put ideas into Savannah Page’s head. He got into his car and slammed the door shut, then closed his eyes and leaned his head against the headrest. When his cell rang again, he half-wished it was Savannah calling him, telling him she was sorry, and to come back.

But he answered it too quickly. And it wouldn’t be worth the ensuing trouble if he now hung up on his mother.

“Mom.” He tried to inject a tone of light-heartedness into his voice.

“At last, my son answers.” His mother’s cool, clipped tones fried his already-frayed nerves.

“I’ve been busy, Mom.”

“I can see that, my Darling. You’ve been in the news, a disappearing child, an ex-husband, a vacation in Miami and a new woman in your life. I think it’s about time you came over for lunch.”

“I can’t. I’m busy. I’ve got a lot going on.”

“I thought that might be your answer.”

“Your father and I will be around mid-week. We’d love to meet up with you both.” Tobias groaned under his breath. Maybe it wasn’t too late to go to San Diego with Matthias. “I’m not sure—”

“I checked your schedule with your PA and she’s booked dinner with your parents for Wednesday evening.” Tobias ground his teeth together and felt like a helpless twelve year-old again; not old enough to do his own thing, but no longer young enough to want a mother’s attention.

“Have you seen the state your brother’s in?”

Tobias jolted up in his seat. “Xavier? Why? What’s happened?”

“He’s been dumped by that Russian oligarch’s daughter.”

“Petra?” He hadn’t even met her yet, had only heard of Xavier’s infatuation with her. “I didn’t think her father was an oligarch. I thought she was a model.”

“They’re all oligarchs and all their daughters are usually tall and thin enough to be models.”

Tobias sighed slowly; he was used to his mother’s sweeping generalizations, and completely ignored her. “She dumped him?”

“He’s in pieces,” Millicent stated, in a casual tone embellished by a dash of the dramatic. Tobias felt a twinge of guilt. From their last conversation, he recalled that his brother had been infatuated by this girl and Tobias had intended to meet with him but he’d been so wrapped up in his own romance with Savannah, that he’d not even called him. “I thought it would be a good time for the four of us to meet for dinner,” his mother continued. Xavier being there made the bitter pill easier to swallow. “Don’t forget. Wednesday at 8 at The Carlyle.”

“If you say so, Mother.”

“Well?”

“Well what?”

“Aren’t you going to tell me anything?” His mother demanded. “Or must I always get my information second-hand from TV and those trashy magazines?”

“You love those trashy magazines.” He’d found them hidden beneath the copies of glossy home decor and travel magazines on the coffee table when he had last visited them. “Why don’t we save it for Wednesday?”

“How long exactly has this been going on?” His mother asked, as if he was a cheating spouse.

“Are you really asking me that?” He tried to keep his voice level. As far as his mother was concerned, no woman was good enough for him.

“I’m asking out of interest.”

“You’re asking because you’re nosy.”

“I’m merely concerned, my Darling.”

Tobias rubbed his forehead and kept his eyes closed as he listened. “Concerned about what?”

“Your ready-made family, but that’s a conversation for another time.” He loosened his tie and breathed out loudly.

“My what?”

“Your father and I are worried about you, my Darling.”

“Dad’s fine. I think it’s just you, Mom. You should be happy for me, you should be happy that I’ve finally found someone who makes me happy.” Although his words didn’t ring true at the moment, not with things cooling between them and Savannah claiming to need more time and space. Why didn’t she let him in?

“I am happy.”

“Then make an effort and sound like you are.”

He heard her exhale at the other end of the line. “Are you okay, my Darling? I don’t want to fight with you. You sound tired and irritable, but I’m used to that. We saw the press hounding you on TV as you came into work. Don’t let this wind you up.”

Nothing wound him up as much as his mother did. Though it wasn’t himself he was worried about. He was worried about losing Savannah. This time it mattered. He wanted her, and needed her and he wasn’t used to not having things he wanted. Perhaps that was the reason he hungered for her even more, because she didn’t easily fall into his bed. Because she didn’t take for granted that she would always be by his side. Because she didn’t seem to be in total awe of his wealth. She’d been over-the-moon grateful that he had taken her to Miami, had been blissfully happy for them to have spent the time together, had fallen in love with his home and the private world they had shared—but he could see that these things didn’t define who she was. He admired that, and could no longer imagine his life without Savannah and Jacob in it.

“That’s okay,” he replied, his thoughts a million miles away.

“You’re not listening, are you?” Another angry puff. “I’ll see you on Wednesday. Why don’t you bring your new lady along?”

“Her name’s Savannah.”

“That’s right. Why don’t you bring her?”

Tobias made a face and rolled his lips together, then, “I’ll see you and Dad at dinner.”

“Xavier too.”

“Yeah. ‘Bye, Mom.” He hung up and groaned. He loved her, but his mother drained the energy out of him sometimes and the really irritating thing was, she probably didn’t even realize it.

 

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