I little bittersweet because the guy's mother never gets over her husband having an affair. Also, I wished the story was longer to include a bit of the sexual tension between the main characters as they grew up. I would have loved to see some jealousy and forbidden kisses in high school. Those th...
This is my second Kelly Hunter book (the first was Wife for a Week) and I really enjoyed it. Wife for a Week was a little ridiculous but I found it hilarious. I was expecting something similar to that with The Man She Loves to Hate but it was surprisingly intense and sweet. I liked that the chara...
I was pleasantly surprised by What a Bride Wants. I've never read anything by Kelly Hunter before, so I didn't have any preconceived notions when starting the story. Also, I didn't read the synopsis before reading, so I had no idea what I was getting myself into. I'm glad I didn't though, since i...
It had sun and surf and boats and a man called Cutter Jackson. He’d kept her busy overnight and, upon waking, he’d made coffee to her exact directions and brought it back to bed for her before stretching out, tucking his arms beneath his pillow and rolling back into slumber, the very picture of c...
Trig tried to conceal his growing panic beneath another mouthful of food. Lena really did think she was married to him. Because he’d told the hospital staff they were in order to get her the attention she’d needed. ‘I’m so sorry,’ she was saying. ‘I’ve really screwed up, h...
She vaguely remembered ordering Luc not to leave her alone with his sister. She dimly recalled mentioning red-wine and hearing Simone talk of preparing a meal to accompany a red wine experience, but nowhere during the conversations that had taken place did she recall either her or Simone actually...
Not ever. He shouldn’t compare, didn’t want to compare, but his brain was busy conjuring up other times and places and not once had a woman reacted like this. Not anyone. Not even Simone. Zoey’s eyes were glassy green orbs, half drowned by wet lashes, real lashes, and they were long enough and cu...
The drawings were his, and very fine they were indeed. The calculations and costings were Evie’s doing, and those costings were higher—far higher—than anything she’d ever worked on before. Evie stopped chewing over the financials long enough to spare her business partner o...
She applied herself diligently, if not wholeheartedly, to her work. She considered the merits of Harold’s suggestion to hit the archaeology road again for a while and came to no firm conclusion. She inherited Aurora’s wealth and her Double Bay waterfront estate on Sydney Harbour. And when it came...
‘No,’ she murmured when Rafael shifted restlessly beside her. A half-asleep protest as she opened her eyes and realised the advent of the day. She closed her eyes tightly and rolled onto her stomach as she reached for the pillow to fill the space Rafael had just vacated. ‘No.’ ‘Shower,’ he said h...
Light filled, largely sleepless, and heavy on the erotic fantasies. Fortunately, she had a plan. It began with a blanket, a broomstick and Jacob’s reading chair. The chair went beneath the windows that fed light directly onto the bed. Jianne stood on the chair, the blanket hooked over the broom. ...
Jasmine often acted as hostess for her father. Anything from arranging dinner parties to organising tickets and dealing with invitations. Personal assistant, Kai had called her more than once, but it was only to humour her. Jasmine contributed so very little to the running of this household, what...
She’d considered sending her apologies by text and just not showing up, but she owed them a little more than that. She was planning to cut ties with them before too long, yes, but this time she’d at least do it face to face. There was no sign of Finn as she made her way towards the end booth wher...
Not that she’d been sweating his arrival since, ooh, Saturday night. She’d slept badly since the auction, her mind full of images and memories, half real and half fantasy. She’d woken at five this morning and had spent an inordinate amount of time staring, heavy-eyed, at the contents of her wardr...
Nothing to do with seeing for himself how Roly’s new manager ran the place and what kind of changes she’d been making. Nothing at all to do with wanting to see her again. Billie was doing the rounds for empties when he walked in and she looked businesslike and efficient in...
He and Ruby could—and did—play hard here. They had a suite overlooking Circular Quay but they didn’t spend much time there. Out and about was Ruby’s preferred state of being while in Sydney and, for all that Damon often accompanied her, she had no problem heading one way and waving Damon in the o...
Tomas had called Poppy a little grey mouse with an IQ several sizes too big for her, but Seb didn’t see a mouse when he looked at Ophelia West. He saw quietness, yes. Adaptability. A certain tolerance for the foibles of others. Calm blue eyes, he saw those too, along with flawless, creamy coloure...