This book did take a while to get to the romance story, as the characters did build a relationship as friends first. But it worked and IMO it was necessary. The characters ended up needing to have the fake engagement in large part due to a series of events caused by the notoriety of the hero. ...
More like 2 1/2 stars. Less interesting than the Emily-Brandon novel. Amy and Matt courtship and romance is less grown up, more alpha I know what is good for you Fifi. Don't get me started on the Fifi nickname. Amy's character tries to be well rounded and not emotionally constipated but well... d...
Julie Brannagh has me as a believer. She makes it easy to believe in love again. I read the first couple books in her series (A Love and Football) and loved them. I never thought she could do better ... and guess what? She does!!Zach and Cameron start the book with a history that has them avo...
Grant wasn’t in her bed. She reached out to feel the pillowcase. It was cool. In other words, he’d left sometime during the night. She could see one of the drawers in her dresser slightly ajar. He must have found the sweats and the huge Microsoft Vista T-shirt her brother left at her place once u...
The girlfriends, wives, and kids were evidently still sleeping. The inn’s staff was buzzing around the tables like they were on roller skates. Considering the fact most of these guys hadn’t stayed at the inn last night, they were sticking large-denomination bills into the servers’ hands to pay fo...
They’d both overslept. There was no time to talk about what happened the night before or what it meant for them. He was due at the practice facility for a walk-through and a flight to San Francisco for tomorrow’s game. She was due at Treehouse for a volunteer shift. “At least my bag’s in the trun...
He knew the production staff had skin in the game on the successful taping of this interview, too. Their bosses would expect something worth a ratings bonanza. He also noticed the red light over the lens was on. He realized that maybe he should ask how long they’d been filming, but right now, he ...
“Who are you?” “I’m a guest here.” She motioned in the direction of the house. “My name is V—” “Are you indeed?” His expression altered then, sliding over her with something bordering belligerence. “No one mentioned that you were an American.” Before she could process that statement—or why he sho...
She reached over to the bedside table, grabbed it, and pulled the blankets around herself as she hit the button to send the call to voice mail. “Unknown caller” could wait. She felt an unfamiliar weight next to her in the bed and heard a sleepy male voice seconds later. “Good morning, Fifi.” He r...