"This book had it all humor, sex, chemistry, a sexy man, and my full attention. I need to see what other books this author has and just read them." Heather, Goodreads
"The wonderful thing about Amy's work is that you can imagine that her characters are people that you know, that you can relate to. I love the relationships in Risky Business - that of Sam and Nick, of Sam and her sister, and of the people who spend their time in the bookshop. The dialogue and the interactions between all the characters, and most importantly Sam and Nick, are witty, smart and wonderfully real." Roz, My Written Romance
'I have a bone to pick with you, Nick Hawke,' Samantha said marching through the shop to the back room the next morning. She was even crankier about the Vincent debacle after a fitful night's sleep where visions of baron velvet uteruses had danced in her head.
He looked up from a box of books. He was wearing faded jeans and a black Bonds t-shirt that showed off his very nice biceps and she suppressed the urge to lick them. He had a pen between his teeth and she had a sudden image of him holding a dagger there instead. She blinked.
'Another disaster?' he said around the pen and promptly burst out laughing at her thunderous face.
'You have got to be kidding me! Nick, where are you getting these guys from? Surely there must be one guy out of all the men your six brothers know that is...I don't know...normal!'
She snorted in disgust at him as he cracked up again and left him to his work. Unfortunately, he hadn't finished rubbing it in just yet and followed her to the counter.
'So how did the kiss test go? He didn't pass, I gather.'
She looked at his open flirty face creased with laughter and refused to give in to his contagious humour. 'I think you're getting way too big a kick out of my dating disasters, Nick Hawke,' she said primly.
'That bad, huh?'
'Have you ever met Vincent?' she asked him sweetly through gritted teeth.
'No. He's supposed to be a great guy. Edward plays golf with him.'
'No. His job is kinda creepy. You shouldn't project what he does into who he is.'
'Project? I didn't have to project. If someone had asked me to draw a picture of an undertaker, I would have drawn Vincent.'
'But I guess the question is...does he kiss like an undertaker?'
Samantha narrowed her eyes at him, his barely suppressed laughter poorly disguised. 'This is not funny, Nick.'
'Of course not,' he said, clearing his throat and straightening up from his lean on the counter.
'I didn't kiss him,' she said finally when Nick continued to stare at her and then raised his eyebrow in his I'm waiting way.
'Oh. Poor Vincent. That's discriminatory.' He wagged his finger at her.
'It is not!'
'You kissed all the other ones.'
'I have not. I didn't kiss intellectual giant,' she said primly. 'Besides, you haven't met Vincent. Blind Freddy wouldn't kiss Vincent.'
'You kissed Colin the cosmetic surgeon and his incredibly white teeth. When you didn't want to.'
'Blind Freddy would have kissed Colin.'
'What if Vincent had made your eggs want to get up and dance?'
'Vincent would be more likely to put them into cryogenic deep freeze.'
Nick laughed and it echoed around the store, pushing into every dark corner. Why couldn't she meet someone like him? Someone normal. But who wanted to have babies? Surely there were still men out there like that in the world?
Samantha Evans’s life is going to hell. Not only has she rage-quit her beloved, high-powered job, but she is suddenly afflicted by hormones, free time, and an unavoidable, unignorable, undeniably gorgeous irritant in the form of Nick Hawke, her extreme sports star neighbour, who has come home to take over the reins of his grandmother's second-hand bookshop. Sam needs something to keep her from begging for her old job back until she's good and sure her boss understands how wrong he was, and taking a low-risk, low-stress job helping Nick at the bookstore might be just the thing.
After all, it's not like Nick is the right guy to help her with her hormones. He'll just be fun to look at while she searches for the one.
Nick has six months to get over an injury before Everest and a big, fat contract beckon. That means no sports, no danger and, above all else, no risks. It means playing it safe. And Nick Hawke doesn’t do safe. So he’s going to need something to stave off the boredom while selling books he doesn't read to people who wouldn't know a carabineer from a crochet hook. What could be safer than hiring a cranky, unemployed accountant to help run the bookstore? Sam is efficient and methodical and messing up her neat, post-it note world could be a fun way to pass the time….
Risky Business mixes the classic romance of Philadelphia Story, the humour and wit of When Harry Met Sally, and a strong, contemporary Australian setting to create a delightful, irresistible, utterly satisfying treat of a novel.