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:

Kindle UK:  https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B06XG8CD8B

Kindle US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B06XG8CD8B

Kindle CA:  https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B06XG8CD8B

Kindle AU:  https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B06XG8CD8B

iBooks: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/hot-silver-nights/id1213083974?ls=1&mt=11

Nook: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/hot-silver-nights-ainsley-booth/1125905537?ean=2940157388973

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/hot-silver-nights

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 :-)

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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.

 

The Billionaire’s Love Story #7 is finally here!  It’s called The Vow, Book 1 and you might notice that I’ve changed all the covers:

Their vacation in Miami gives Tobias and Savannah the perfect chance to escape the limelight and to deepen their relationship.
But as she finds herself falling deeper in love, Savannah is almost too afraid to believe her good luck and change in circumstance.

The short-lived dream is soon shattered when unexpected developments in New York serve as a chilling reminder from her past.

Having struggled to move on from the tragic events in his own life, Tobias has vowed never to experience such pain again. But even a billionaire can’t control how life will turn out – especially when desperate men are driven to desperate measures.

I’ve updated the covers to The Billionaire’s Love Story. I thought it added a more billionaire-ish touch. Do you like them?

Oh, and expect The Vow, Book 1 (#7 in the series) to release within the next few hours :-)

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