Amy Leigh Andrews is a Georgia peach through and through. Five foot two of blonde hair and brown eyes, she studied communications in Atlanta until Hef noticed her. Two months later she was Miss April 2010. "I couldn't believe it," she says. "I'd always wanted to be a Playmate and suddenly I was one." She still carries the camera-ready poise from those centerfolds, though her next target is the anchor desk at a big network. "Playboy trained me to look straight into the lens," she laughs. "From here on out, nothing's off limits."
Amy Leigh Andrews is a Georgia peach through and through. Five foot two of blonde hair and brown eyes, she studied communications in Atlanta until Hef noticed her. Two months later she was Miss April 2010. "I couldn't believe it," she says. "I'd always wanted to be a Playmate and suddenly I was one." She still carries the camera-ready poise from those centerfolds, though her next target is the anchor desk at a big network. "Playboy trained me to look straight into the lens," she laughs. "From here on out, nothing's off limits."