If I make it to the halfway point of a novel, I usually finish the rest whether I enjoy it or not. This time, I'm giving up.I don't know why Allison is so bizarrely Victorian, but her opinions on Jamie's past and single father status are prudish and judgmental. Jamie is an immature jerk. While ...
Now don't judge me for only giving this book 2 stars. It was a novella so obviously it was short. It followed Ned and Claudia. Ned is rich and Claudia is catering his sisters party.The moment they see each other they fall for one another. The whole story takes place on Valentines Day and througho...
The Blooms have run the family deli for generations, and nothing will change that. So when the president meets an untimely demise, Julia Bloom is appointed to the top seat - much to everyone's surprise, including hers! Will Julia be able to reconnect to a forgotten passion, the blessings f her cr...
After witnessing a professional hit, Seattle architect Pamela Hayes has testified in court against the hit man. Unfortunately, a mistrial is declared and the hit man has been released on bail while awaiting a new trial. He intends to silence the sole witness to murder - Pam - before that new tria...
When spirited Sally Driver, owner of a New Age coffee bar, discovers a pile of perfume-scented love letters addressed to her late husband, Paul, from a woman named Laura, she joins forces with Todd, who was Paul's best friend, and together they search for this mystery woman and unexpectedly find lov
He would have preferred to spend the whole day in bed with Monica. After that crazy, amazing interlude on the beach, they’d raced back to her apartment, as wet as shipwreck victims by the time they’d reached her door at the end of the back hallway. Wet was fine with Ty, though. What else could yo...
For one thing, Filomena only had a tiny little television, which she kept in an upstairs bedroom. And the room was kind of cold, and it was hard to watch football on such a small screen. Not that his dad had one of those wide-screen TVs like the one in his friend Scott’s family room, but at least...
Amy declared. “He makes everything in the microwave.” As far as Eliza could see, this was not true. Conor had used the microwave to thaw out some frozen chopped beef, but now he was browning the meat in a pan on the stove. He’d opened a jar of marinara sauce and filled a pot of water to boil for...
He’d always been struggling to keep his weight up during his playing days, aiming for two hundred pounds. Consuming several thousand calories a day helped, and there was a limit to how many of those calories he could devour in the form of meat, dairy, fruits and veggies. So he’d paid frequent vis...
Maybe he shouldn’t have been that amazed—her only alternative might have been golf with her father. Compared with that torture, enduring a day at one of the world’s preeminent snorkeling sites must have seemed more tolerable to her. Or maybe she’d believed him when he’d said all those things Gina...
As if someone had injected him with one of those poisons that paralyzed a person, he couldn’t breathe, couldn’t lift his hand, couldn’t blink his eyes. His heart stopped beating. Just moments ago, it had been beating so hard, he wouldn’t have been surprised to see it burst through his ribs. The s...
Abigail’s mother was yammering at Molly. “I don’t even know where he is. The lawyer won’t tell me. I told his lawyer to call my lawyer, but he never listens. The whole thing is making me nuts.” Molly hoped she looked as interested as she ought to be. What Elsie Pelham was saying was important. Mo...
He didn’t even like it. Too schmaltzy. Too whiny. Why the hell couldn’t he get it out of his mind? He liked hip-hop, raw and thumping. Maybe his taste in music—or lack of taste, his parents insisted—had been a reaction to the violin lessons he’d been forced to take as a child. Every week he’d had...
Casey didn’t know how else to view the row upon row of porcelain dwarfs and trolls and bandy-legged gremlins that filled the towering mahogany hutch that consumed one wall of the living room. Susie would call his mother’s collection tchochkes. He called them creepy. But they made his mother happy...
Dad CHAPTER NINEIT WAS A PERFECT Saturday afternoon for a soccer game—warm but not hot, sunny and dry. Seated in the passenger seat next to her father, Lindsey decided she was looking forward to playing. The practices had been kind of boring this season, but she really thought she was going to en...
On the first Wednesday in May, they decided to congregate at a new cafe Andrea had heard about which was supposed to have tame cuisine and reasonable prices. In Daphne’s opinion, no salad costing fourteen dollars, not even one featuring imported Belgian endive, fresh capers and Dijon mustard dres...
PERRIN? THIS is Evelyn Vincent. Trisha’s mom.” “Yes, of course.” Jenny tucked the phone against her ear and turned off the heat under the vegetables she’d been stir-frying. It was Sunday evening, the end of a restful weekend during which she had gon...
After folding down the covers, he beckoned her to sit on the edge of mattress. He knelt on the floor in front of her and gazed up into her face. It seemed both familiar and strange to him, her eyes bright in a way he’d never seen them before, her lips curved in a knowing smile. This had not been ...
Right now, Messinger held the number-one spot on Jed’s deserves-to-die-a-painful-death list. His heart was still beating a bit too hard. His groin was still feeling a bit too primed for action. Across the room, Erica watched him, her lips glistening from the kiss, her eyes slightly unfocused, her...
She’d worked only a half-day herself, come home, packed her bag—including the frothy lace teddy she’d bought to wear that night—and delivered Skippy, his leash, his food and water bowls and a ten-pound bag of kibble to her neighbor across the street. Then she’d paced, Googled the directions to Ci...
In fact, life sucked a lot of the time. Here she was, grounded for the rest of her life—and her Sunday afternoon with her father convinced her he was in total agreement with her mother regarding the punishment, so she couldn’t even play her parents off against each other. Even worse, she had no i...
In the twenty years I've been penning romances, this is one of the most novel and exciting ideas I've encountered in the genre. Take a Vow. It rocks!"-Tara Janzen, New York Times bestselling author of Loose and Easy"An irresistible combination of romantic fantasy and reality that begins where our...