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       Praise for Heidi Rice

      ‘Heidi Rice is simply brilliant when it comes to writing sharp, sassy and sexy romantic novels!’

       —www.cataromance.com

      ‘The amusing opening spins into an emotional and heartfelt story.’

       —RT Book Reviews on

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      ‘I was actually breathless while reading this book….

       It’s a sensual ride you won’t want to lose the opportunity of reading.’

       —www.thePinkHeartSociety.com on

       Public Affair, Secretly Expecting

      About the Author

      HEIDI RICE was born and bred and still lives in London, England. She has two boys who love to bicker, a wonderful husband who, luckily for everyone, has loads of patience, and a supportive and ever-growing British/French/Irish/American family. As much as Heidi adores ‘the Big Smoke’, she also loves America, and every two years or so she and her best friend leave hubby and kids behind and Thelma and Louise it across the States for a couple of weeks (although they always leave out the driving off a cliff bit). She’s been a film buff since her early teens and a romance junkie for almost as long. She indulged her first love by being a film reviewer. Then a few years ago she decided to spice up her life by writing romance. Discovering the fantastic sisterhood of romance writers (both published and unpublished) in Britain and America made it a wild and wonderful journey to her first Mills & Boon^® novel.

      Heidi loves to hear from readers—you can e-mail her at [email protected] or visit her website: www.heidi-rice.com

       Also by Heidi Rice

      The Good, the Bad and the Wild

       On the First Night of Christmas …

       Unfinished Business with the Duke

       Public Affair, Secretly Expecting

       Did you know these are also available as eBooks? Visit www.millsandboon.co.uk

       Cupcakes and Killer Heels

      Heidi Rice

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

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      For women who love chocolate and cupcakes

       and can live with that extra inch on the thighs!

       Like moi!

      With special thanks to Lorraine

       and the nice peeps at the Lincoln’s Inn Library.

      CHAPTER ONE

       TAKE a chill pill, pal. This is a make-up emergency.

      Pouting into her rear-view mirror, Ruby Delisantro tuned out the blare of a car horn from behind her and concentrated on applying a quick coat of Rose Blush Everstay lip gloss to calm jittery nerves.

      She’d had the small but exclusive chain of Hampstead brasseries on her hit list for over a year. It had taken her months to get this afternoon’s appointment with their chef and she wanted to look her absolute best before she started the long search for a parking space.

      The squeal of brakes and the teeth-jarring jolt that followed was a little harder to ignore though—as it shot her forty-quid tube of Rose Blush straight up her nose.

      ‘For Pete’s sake!’

      Extricating the lipstick from her left nostril and hastily repairing the damage, she leapt out of her car. Having some bozo rear-end her was not the best way to prepare for her career-defining moment. Plus she’d just had Scarlett serviced and MOT’d at a cost of two hundred and twenty pounds. If any harm had been done to her beloved Bug, someone was going to die.

      ‘Hey, hotshot. What’s your problem? Don’t you know where your brake pedal is?’ she yelled at the man shielded behind the windscreen of the fancy Italian convertible pressed up against her bumper.

       Typical. Only in Hampstead. A boy racer driving a lot more car than he can handle.

      Gripping the top of the windscreen, Boy Racer jerked upright and jumped out of his car in one athletic movement. Ruby’s lungs ceased to function and the fervent wish that she’d actually lost the six pounds she’d been debating losing for nearly a decade flitted through her mind.

      This was no boy. This was most definitely a man.

      A tall, strong, long-limbed, super-gorgeous man with close-cropped dark hair, broad shoulders and slim hips expertly displayed in worn, low-slung jeans. His eyes were disguised behind a pair of expensive sunglasses, but the manly dent in his chin and the shadow of stubble defining chiselled cheeks weren’t doing a thing for Ruby’s breathing difficulties, especially when his head dipped.

       Is he checking me out?

      ‘What’s my problem?’ He threw up his hands, making his muscular torso ripple under a T-shirt emblazoned with the slogan: ‘Barristers do it on a trial basis.’ ‘What’s your problem, lady? You’re parked in the middle of the road.’

      Ruby gulped in air to kick-start her lungs and took a moment to consider her response.

      The good news was, Ruby Delisantro loved to flirt. And she was remarkably good at it. She adored the spark and sizzle of sexual attraction, the tantalising tension of verbal foreplay—and a chance to flirt with someone this good-looking didn’t present itself every day. Not only that, but the figure-hugging dress she’d picked up at Camden Market last week turned the extra weight she’d been carrying around since she was seventeen into a major asset.

      The bad news was, Mr Super-Gorgeous also had a super-large stick up his backside about women drivers and seemed to be virtually oblivious to her fabulous frock. Which meant he was either gay, a misogynist or didn’t have a sense of humour. Any one of which should have been a major turn-off.

      Unfortunately they weren’t. Quite.

       Hold it right there, Ruby.

      She raised her gaze from her contemplation of his pectoral muscles. What was she thinking? She didn’t have time to flirt with this guy—no matter how spectacular he might look in a dorky T-shirt. She had to see a man about some cupcakes.

      ‘There was more than enough room to get past me,’ she replied tartly, sending him a hard stare. ‘And anyhow, it was an emergency.’ Sort of.

      The direction of his gaze dipped to her mouth. She mentally crossed ‘gay’

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