Name: Bradley Knight
Occupation: One time mountaineer now the man behind Voyagers, a big-time adventure TV show
Vital Stats: 6'4", swarthy, short dark no nonsense haircut, mercury grey eyes, built like a mountain
Celebrity Look-a-like: Gerard Butler
White Lie or Absolute Honesty: Like the mountains he has famously conquered he's colossal, tough, unyielding, indomitable, and enigmatic. I wouldn't put a white lie past the guy ;).
Order In or Dine Out: Order in. For a man in the spotlight Bradley treasures his privacy above all else.
Boxers or Briefs: I searched the book for both, and none appeared. Must be commando. He is an adventurer after all ;).
Best known for: Trying his best to avoid moments like this: "I know you are! You’re the guy who makes Voyagers. I’ve seen you in magazines. And on the telly. My daughter just loooves you. She even considered going into training once so she could be one of those regular-type people you send off into the wild and up mountains with nothing but a toothbrush and a packet of Tim-Tams. Or however it goes. And that’s saying something! It’s all but impossible to get that girl off the couch. You know what? I should give you her number. She’s quite pretty in her way and unquestionably single..."
We’d want to date him because… Big, bad, beautiful Bradley Knight is unattainable. Untouchable. Waaay out of our league. And yet, as he himself so wisely claims: "When you climb a mountain, solo, the challenge is so great, so seemingly impossible, the pay off is all sweeter when you reach the peak. You’ve conquered the unconquerable." And we do like a challenge right?
In his words…
It took every ounce of strength Bradley had to keep himself propped on his shaking arms. He’d done nothing to deserve giving into his raging desires. He deserved to be punished.
He slid to Hannah's side. She groaned in protest, her back arching, a hand sliding down his arm, across his chest, scraping through the arrow of hair leading to his...
He closed his eyes. If this was punishment send him to hell.
He grabbed her hand and restrained it over her head, and using a heavy leg, pinned her writhing body to the bed.
Breathing heavily, eyes closed, she stopped moving, clearly doing her best to stay put, as though she knew it would be worth it to do as she was told. She was one clever girl.
The pale of her breast was shining from his ministrations, and slowly, achingly slowly he lowered his head until he took her dry, peaked nipple into his mouth.
He worked his way down the sweetest spots of her body until he couldn’t stand it any longer. There was no way he could last another minute without enjoying that mouth.
Look at me, he demanded inside his head. He wanted her to know who was kissing her. He needed her to know. To remember.
She opened her dark slumberous eyes and looked right into the dark depths of his soul. Then as if she knew just what he needed she pulled his head to hers and kissed him.
What happens in Tasmania stays in Tasmania...
All work and no play means that Hannah’s crush on her gorgeous boss - blockbuster adventure TV show producer Bradley Knight – has no chance of fading gracefully away. So the opportunity to go home to Tasmania for her sister’s wedding for a long weekend is just the break from work - and Bradley – she so badly needs.
One problem - Bradley has a gut feeling that if his most able assistant goes back to her beautiful island home, she might find more reasons to stay than to come back. Thankfully, the stunning, raw, rugged scenery of Tasmania is just the kind of place he could set his next TV show. It only makes sense that he tag along!
In the wilds of Tasmania she can play. He can work. And who knows? The two of them might just find a way to do both!
In her previous life Australian romance author Ally Blake was a head cheerleader, a maths tutor, a dental assistant, and the secretary of the Australian Cinematographers Society. She married in Las Vegas - no Elvis in sight, though Tony Curtis did put in a special appearance.
In this life Ally is a bestselling, multi-award winning novelist who has been published in over twenty languages with more than three million books sold world-wide. Her fun, fresh, flirty books are published by Harlequin Mills and Boon.
Ally and her family, including three boisterous toddlers, share a property in the leafy western suburbs of Brisbane, Australia, with kookaburras, cockatoos, lorikeets and the occasional creepy crawly. When not writing she loves eating M&Ms, watching The West Wing reruns, playing hide and seek, and barracking til hoarse for the Collingwood Magpies AFL team.