Released in:
November 2007 UK
March 2008 US
Blurb
What would you do if you got caught hiding in the Ritz hotel bathtub of a tall, dark and hunky stranger?
If you’re gutsy London magazine clerk Carmel Rourke and the stranger is elusive best-selling American crime novelist Jack Devlin you’d have the steamiest, sexiest, one-night stand of your life.
But the morning after, Mel ends up with the opportunity of her career that she just doesn’t want.
Forced into accompanying Jack on a jet-set book tour to Paris and New York, Mel knows she’s in danger of falling head over heels for a man who trusts women about as much as he trusts reporters... which is not at all.
Now, to save her heart, all she has to do is resist the irresistible...
Crits
'If you love Sophie Kinsella and Marian Keyes, you will absolutely adore Heidi Rice! Sexy, sparkling, sophisticated and wonderfully romantic, Ms. Rice’s second Modern Extra The Mile High Club is a fabulous tale by one of contemporary romance’s stellar new voices...
The Mile High Club is fast-paced, witty, stylish and sinfully sexy. Heidi Rice’s second Mills and Boon Modern Romance Extra cements her position as one of contemporary romance’s fastest rising stars and readers will delight reading this page-turning tale that will make them laugh out loud as well as move them to tears.
Featuring a sassy heroine, a gorgeous hero, plenty of laugh out moments and intensely emotional dramatic intensity, The Mile High Club is a mesmerizing romantic tale you will find absolutely impossible to put down.'
Cataromance
'The Mile-High Club is a fun, entertaining read with spunky and enjoyable characters. It was particularly sweet... and later on interesting, how Mel distracted Jack from his fear of flying. Circumstances from his past make Jack weary of love and a recent disaster of a relationship has Mel not trusting the likes of Jack and I couldn’t help but cheer them on in their journey towards true love.'
The Pink Heart Society
‘London newspaper editorial assistant Carmel Rourke tries to ascertain the identity of a mysterious crime novelist by sneaking into his hotel room. But Jack Devlin finds her in his bathroom, and their encounter results in a night of passion. Carmel sneaks out, believing that she'll never see Jack again, but when she walks into her boss's office, there he is. Jack promises Carmel's paper an exclusive on his coming out if Carmel agrees to accompany him on his book tour, with the excuse that she'll be able to write a more in-depth article, Carmel reluctantly agrees. What follows is a delightful story about two people reluctantly falling in love while putting to bed some demons from their pasts. '
Romantic Times
Sneak Peek
Here’s an excerpt from the opening chapter of The Mile-High Club.
At the instigation of her best friend Louisa, a reporter who is desperate to uncover the true identity of the mysterious publishing sensation known only as Devlin, Carmel Rourke has ended up hiding out in a Ritz Hotel bathroom. The suite belongs to a ‘hunk’ that Mel and Louisa spotted earlier in the evening at one of Devlin’s book launches down the street in Piccadilly and who Louisa is convinced might actually be Devlin. Louisa gets Mel into the suite with the help of an ex-boyfriend who happens to be one of the hotel’s bellboys, but once there Mel knows she can’t go through this stranger’s stuff. She’s just about to leave when she hears the door opening and hightails it into the bathroom. Two hours later, Mel’s still crouched in the bath behind the shower curtain, suffering from cramp, severe hunger pains and the desperate desire to murder Louisa – then she hears 'the hunk' open the bathroom door…
Mel fisted her hands to stop them trembling and sunk down further into the bath as the light flashed on. A dark shape crossed in front of the gauzy layers of shower curtain.
He looked enormous.
But at least he was whistling. Maybe he wouldn’t mind when he found a mad woman hiding in his bathroom? She swallowed and prayed her stomach wouldn’t grumble. The fear and the hours she’d spent in confinement were making her head start to spin. Running water sounded and then the whistling stopped. Was that the hum of an electric shaver?
Mel tried to inch upright without putting her head too far over the lip of the bath. She needed to be ready to put her plan -- pathetic as it was -- into action. The humming stopped and the whistling started again. Then came the deafening crackle of a zipper and the thud of something hitting the floor. Mel felt her heart jump into her throat and had to suppress the yelp when a tanned, muscled forearm sprinkled with dark hair appeared above her and grasped the shower control.
Two quick twists and a deluge of cold water shot out of the showerhead. Mel squealed as the icy spray hit her full in the face.
‘What the…’
The shower curtain whipped back and towering over her was the hunk -- without a stitch on. A sprinkling of dark hair defined the contours of a hard muscled chest and arrowed down to his groin. Mel’s blood pressure shot up to boiling point as her eyes followed the arrow down completely of there own accord. Through the deluge of warming water, she saw something she knew she’d never forget as long as she lived. Her gaze rocketed back up to his face so fast it was a wonder she didn’t get whiplash. Piercing blue eyes glared at her, accusingly. But he made no move to cover himself.
Mel pushed the dripping hair off her forehead, her hand shaking so hard she thought she might be having a stroke.
‘What the hell are you doing in my bathroom?’
Mel tried to scramble up. She dropped her bag, slipping back as the shower spray continued to pummel her. ‘Could you turn it off?’ Her voice came out on a pathetic whimper.
He waited several beats, before reaching out and turning off the spray, his eyes glaring at her the whole time.
She stood up, slowly, keeping her eyes trained on his face as if her life depended on it. She would not look down. She would not. Her skin must be vermillion by now and she couldn’t control the tremors raking her body. At last, he let go of the curtain, reached behind him and took one of the small towels from the rack. The quick glimpse of a tight male butt made Mel gasp.
He turned back sharply, wrapping the towel firmly around his waist and tucking it in.
Still, he didn’t say anything, just pinned her with that forbidding look in his vivid blue eyes. Even with the added height of the bath beneath her, Mel realised he was still taller than her. He had to be at least six foot two or three.
His gaze dipped to her chest.
Mel glanced down at herself and gaped in horror. The water had made her blouse and bra transparent. Her puckered nipples were clearly visible through the sodden material. She clasped her arms across her chest, clung onto her shoulders, but couldn’t control the trembling or the hot flush racing up her neck. Could this actually get any worse?
‘You better get out,’ he said, his voice ominously calm.
He stepped back, letting her climb out and then turned to reach for another of the towels on the shelf opposite.
A flash of adrenaline surged through Mel. Stop being a ninny and get out of here.
She launched herself across the bathroom, her feet sliding on the wet tiles as she clutched the door handle and lurched into the bedroom.
She heard the pad of footsteps behind her and tried to speed up.
‘Oh no you don’t, honey.’
The words seemed to boom in her ear as strong arms wrapped around her from behind and hauled her back against a solid male chest. Her feet lifted off the floor. Frantic, she shoved her elbow back, heard a muffled grunt. But his grip on her only tightened, pressing her heaving breasts against warm hard forearms. The spicy scent of his aftershave filled her nostrils.
‘Stop goddamn struggling. I’m not going to hurt you. I want to know who you are and what the hell you’re doing here?’
The buzzing in Mel’s ears became deafening. Don’t you dare faint you silly cow. As she registered the thought, her skin flashed hot and then everything went black.
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