Poor little rich girl?

The Most Expensive Night of Her LifeThe Most Expensive Night of Her Life by Amy Andrews
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Fame and money come with a price attached.
The price is losing your privacy and the ability to walk around freely without a care in the world. If you’re famous every step you take is bound to end up in the press. A simple friendly gesture between two people can become the illicit affair of two lovebirds tomorrow.
The paparazzi just want to sell a story to make a quick buck, so they aren’t that interested in the truth, facts or whether or not they destroy someone with their printed rumours.
The main female lead in this story suffers from her hyped–up media reputation as a difficult rich It girl, someone who gets who she wants or what she wants when she wants it. Everyone assumes that the media representation is true and that includes Blake, the man fitting her kitchen.
Blake comes with his own baggage and hang-ups, which don’t become apparent until Ava starts to get under his skin. She doesn’t fit the image he has acquired of her via the media and he simply doesn’t trust the different signals he is getting. His mind says no and his body says ‘right here, right now.’ These finicky internal battles can be a little tricky when your own body and gut are trying to outsmart your brain.
Who is the real Ava? Is she a poor little rich girl looking for love and affection? Or is she just a rich girl used to playing every trick in the book to get what she wants?
The answers to those questions become a secondary problem when the press get wind of a secret and start to hunt their targets like sharks drawn to chum in open waters. Then Blake has to decide whether it is mind over instinct where Ava is concerned.
I received a copy of this book courtesy of Harlequin UK and Mills&Boon.

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