The Ballerina Bride,Used

Product Description Prima ballerina Allegra's spent her life on stage. But now there are whispers that the superstar's lost her sparkle? So when she's offered a week on a tropical island, for survival expert Finn McLeod's TV show, she leaps at it!Finn's frankly unimpressedhow will this fragilelooking girl survive life in the wild? But for Allegra, it's not the island that's the problem, but her allconsuming crush on the unavailable Finn! Gorgeous on TV, close up he's devastatingand Allegra's hours of disciplined dance practice are useless when it comes to resisting temptation?. About the Author Coming from two generations of journalists, writing was in Fiona Harpers genes. As a child she was constantly teased for having her nose in a book and living in a dream world. Things haven't changed much since then, but at least in writing she's found a use for her runaway imagination! She loves dancing, cooking, reading and watching a good romance. Fiona lives in London with her family. Visit her website at: www.fionaharper.com Excerpt. Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. The noise of the helicopter's rotor blades made chitchat impossible. Just as well, really, because Finn had no idea what to say to the tiny woman sitting next to him. her eyes were wide, her knees clamped together, and her clawlike fingers clutched onto her seat belt as if it were a lifeline. What on earth had Simon done?I've found a fabulous replacement for Anya Pirelli, his producer had said. Just you wait! A real coup!Finn knew sales patter when he heard it and after seeing the goods on offer he wasn't sure he was buying. She certainly wouldn't have been his choice for a celebrity guest star.She was tiny, this woman. A ballet dancer, Simon had said. If they were standing she'd barely reach his shoulders. Nothing like the Amazonian tennis player, with her sporty curves and long blond hair, who was supposed to have been sitting beside him.No, this woman was so thin she was hardly there. Would probably blow away in a stiff breeze?Thinking of high winds, he turned to look past the pilot's head through the windshield. The meteorological report had said the storm would hit in the small hours of the morning, but it seemed that the fickle tropical weather had decided to kick up a spectacular welcome for them. A greyishpurple cloud hung on the horizon and the sea below the helicopter was rapidly turning dark and choppy.The pilot was also frowning and he turned to Finn and shook his head before focusing once again on the darkening sky.Unfortunately, Finn knew exactly what that meant. He unbuckled his seat belt and reached for his rucksack. Twenty quid said the ballerina baulked at this latest development and he'd be making his way to their temporary desert island home with only Dave the cameraman for company.Seriously? Had Simon really thought this womanthis girl, almostwas suitable for a gritty survival skills TV programme? He caught Dave's eye. They both looked at the tiny, clenched woman sitting between them, then back at each other. It seemed Finn wasn't the only one who thought Simon's efforts at scraping the bottom of the celebrity barrel for Anya's replacement had been unsuccessful.The camera operator began to move, too, making sure he had all his equipment with him. A fuller crew would be arriving by much more civilised means later, but for now they only needed Dave, who was used to haring around after Finn and doing daft things. Despite his grumbling to the contrary, Finn was sure Dave secretly loved it.The tiny ballerina was watching them as if she'd never seen anyone load a rucksack before. She was completely still, and the only parts of her that moved were her eyes, which darted between him and the cameraman.'What's happening?' she asked. But Finn didn't hear the words; he just saw her mouth move.He pointed emphatically to the dark clouds hovering over the island getting ever larger on the horizo