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Thursday, July 09, 2009

Latest arrival/ New Release: What Happens in London by Julia Quinn

Sypnosis:
Rumours and Gossip ... The lifeblood of London

When Olivia Bevelstoke is told that her new neighbour may have killed his fiancee she doesn't believe it for a second, but, still, how can she help spying on him, just to be sure? so, she stakes out a spot near her bedroom window, cleverly concealed by curtains, watches, and waits... and discovers a most intriguing man, who is definitely up to something.

Sir Harry Valentine works for the boring branch of the War Office, translating documents vital to national security. He's not a spy, but he's had all the training and when a gorgeous blonde begins to watch him from her window, he is instantly suspicious. But just when he decides that she's nothing more than an annoyingly nosy debutante, he discovers that she might be engaged to a foreign prince, who might be plotting against England.

THE RUMOUR:
Did Harry Valentine kill his fiancee?

THE SECRET:
Could Lady Olivia Bevelstoke be spying for the Russians?

THE MYSTERY:
Why is he tossing so many papers into the fireplace?

THE GOSSIP:
Is she going to mary a prince?

THE SCANDAL:
None whatsoever

Because What happens in London... Stays in London.

Labels: Book Recommendation

time stops for nobody ||11:26 PM

Friday, July 03, 2009

Since i'm very free... I decided to recommend a book which I find quite interesting. You might want to consider if you're looking for a light read.

Sypnosis:
A smart, independent woman with a gorgeous four-year-old son, Mia Marcelli lost her one true love. Four years ago, while working undercover for the CIA, she watched Diego, the father of her unborn child, perish before her very eyes -- crumbling the world around her. But one morning she awakens to find Diego lying next to her, alive and well with an unbelievable confession: he is really Rafael, Prince of Calandria, and he had been working covertly on the same mission when they met -- his death had been staged. Utterly stunned, Mia is wary and delighted -- she may have suffered a broken heart, but her breathtakingly handsome lover is back to reignite the passion that existed between them. Little does she know that Rafael has returned to give his newfound son a proper upbringing back in Calandria -- even if it means seducing Mia into marriage. But when Rafael finds himself truly falling for this luscious beauty, he must decide between his royal duties and the woman who has claimed his heart.

Excerpt: (for more go to http://www.susanmallery.com/excerpts_book.php?exdisplay=29)

Mia Marcelli was used to sleeping alone so it came as something of a shock to wake up with a strange man in her bed. She did what any other self-actualized, self-defense trained woman would do—she screamed and jumped to her feet.

“Big mistake,” she yelled as she backed toward the door. “You shouldn’t have broken in here. I have access to weapons, and grandmothers who don’t like this sort of thing. My brother’s a former Navy SEAL.”

The man sat up and smiled at her. “I see you still talk too much, Mia. When an unknown man appears in your bed, you should run.”

He knew her name. That startled her nearly as much as the fact that he was giving her advice. It didn’t seem like normal behavior for a guy intent on raping and pillaging. Assuming anyone really pillaged these days.

She paused by the door and pushed her bangs out of her face. There was something familiar about the man. The hair and eye color were all wrong, but the shape of his face reminded her of someone. And that mouth—she would remember it until she died.

“Diego?” she breathed, knowing this stranger couldn’t be him. Diego was dead. She’d seen the bullets hit his body, had watched him fall to the ground. There’d been so much blood.

“Am I that different?” the man asked as he stood and smiled at her. “Has so much changed?”
It was him she thought, too stunned to do much more than gasp. “H-how is this possible? Why aren’t you dead? I saw you die. Dead people don’t have conversations.”

“It is a long story. Perhaps one I could tell you over breakfast.”
That voice. She would know it anywhere. It had haunted her dreams for the past five years.
Dead people also don’t eat. “Get back,” she said, feeling both shocked and angry. When in doubt, get pissed off. It was a philosophy she’d learned worked for her. “I don’t know what this game is, but I’m not playing it.”

“Mia, it is I. You must recognize me.”
“Must I?”
Right now she didn’t have to do anything but keep from having a heart attack from the shock and wish she kept a weapon in her room. Something big and scary.

The bedroom door flew open and her two grandmothers burst inside. Grandma Tessa had a fire poker in one hand and Grammy M threatened Diego with a rolling pin.

“Call Joe,” Tessa ordered Mia. “He’ll take care of this scum bag.”
Scum bag? Someone had been watching just a little too many police dramas.
“I’m not sure he’s a scum bag,” Mia said, still finding it difficult to believe her own eyes. “I might know this guy.”

“You do know me,” he said, his voice washing over her like a familiar and welcome memory. “Mia, it is I.”
Diego? Was it possible? Conflicting emotions raced through her. She wanted to run into his arms and have him hold her forever. At the same time she wanted to grab the poker and beat him over the head with it.

“You’re supposed to be dead,” she said, still confused and angry and maybe just a little scared. Because if this guy really was Diego, she was going to have a lot of explaining to do.
“So you keep saying,” he told her, sounding more amused than anything else. “Would you be more happy if I were?”

“It would make more sense. I don’t believe in ghosts...or vampires.”
He actually smiled. “Good, because I am neither. Mia.” He took a step toward her. “Trust your eyes and your heart. I am the man you knew as Diego.”
“We don’t trust people who pretend to be someone else,” Grandma Tessa said with surprising force despite her small stature and advanced years. “Who do you think you are now?”
“I know I am Rafael, Crown Prince of Calandria.”
Mia rolled her eyes. Great—a crazy man in her bedroom and she hadn’t even had coffee yet. “Right, and I’m Sleeping Beauty.”

This had gone on long enough. Mia took the poker from her grandmother and held it out in front of her. “That’s it. I don’t know who you are or what you want, but you’re in big trouble. Grammy M, call Joe.” She shook the poker at the intruder. “As for you, big guy. You stay right there or I’ll take you out. Don’t think I can’t. I’ve had professional training.”

The man who looked amazingly like Diego had the balls to smile at her again. “I’m not going anywhere, Mia. I came to see you. I’ve waited five years to be with you again. I can certainly wait until you’re willing to listen to reason.”

Reason? “Not my strong suit. I’m more into react now, say ‘oops’ later. If you’re who you say you are, you should know that.”

“I know many things, including the fact that you once wore a silver ring bought in a market. It was a foolish trinket, yet oddly valuable to us both.”
Mia’s gaze involuntarily darted to the bottom drawer of her dresser. She remembered the ring and the man who bought it for her.

He took a step closer. “I know other things,” he said, his voice low and seductive. “I know how you like to be kissed and touched and where you like to—”
“Hey,” she said loudly, doing her best to both shut him up and break the spell he attempted to weave. “Grandmothers present. Let’s avoid too much information.”
Slowly she lowered the poker and looked at him. He was the right height and physical type. His voice was the same, as was his arrogance. His smile made her thighs go up in flames, which hadn’t happened even once in the past five years. She wanted to believe because once she’d loved him so much, she’d thought knowing he was dead was going to kill her, too.
But what about the other changes? The color of his eyes, the hair, the scar? Then she remembered her brief time in a world of deception and secrecy, where people could easily be made to look different. Contact lenses, a quick dye job and little glue—voila, a new man.

“I assume you have some ID on you,” she said, trying to hold on to her anger, because it was safe. Only she was feeling more confused than anything else. Shouldn’t she get coffee before an event like this? And maybe a cinnamon roll?
“Walk to the window,” he said.
She raised the poker again and shook it at him. “You walk to the window.”
He sighed. “I see you are still stubborn. Very well, Mia, we will walk together.”
She eyed him warily as he moved to the window and pulled open the drapes. Keeping him at arm plus poker length, she glanced down and saw a very shiny black car complete with what looked like flags flying from the front. Flags amazingly similar to the royal coat of arms of Calandria.
“So you have access to a limo and an active imagination. That proves nothing.” Actually, it kind of proved something, but she wasn’t going to admit that.

He raised both hands. “As you wish. May I show you my passport?”
Her throat tightened and her mouth went dry. Man, she really wanted to brush her teeth and take a shower and get some coffee. Because after all those normal activities, none of this would be real anymore.
“Sure,” she muttered. “Whatever.”
But her heart began to beat faster. She didn’t know if she accepted the premise that he was Diego, back from the dead, but she was halfway to being convinced. Which made no sense and gave her a stomach ache.

If Diego wasn’t dead, then where the hell had he been for the past five years and why hadn’t he found her and told her the truth? She’d mourned him and ached for him and what, he’d been off being some prince?

Because that’s what scared her the most. That he really was Diego and Diego was in fact the Prince of Calandria. The knowledge would rock her world and she didn’t know how she was going to recover. Because having the child of a bad boy turned art thief was one thing, but having the child of an heir to a throne was quite another.
He pulled his passport out of his suit jacket and handed it to her. She glanced at the cover, then nodded at Grandma Tessa. “Let her read it.”

Mia told herself she didn’t want to look herself, because she needed to keep her attention on Diego...or possibly Prince Rafael of Calandria. But in truth, she didn’t want to see the words printed there.

Tessa opened the passport. Grammy M moved in close and stared over her shoulder.
“A very flattering picture,” Grammy M said, smiling at him.
“Thank you.”
He was all graciousness and confidence, and he didn’t seem the least bit intimidated by the poker in her hand which made her want to bonk him with it.
Grandma Tessa stared at the print on the page, then looked at Mia. “It says he’s the prince. Crown Prince Rafael of Calandria. Prince is even listed as his occupation.”
Oh, God. This couldn’t be good.

“Of course it could be a fake,” Tessa said cheerfully. “People do it all the time. A couple of hundred bucks and you have a new passport.”
Definitely too much TV, Mia thought.
“A prince,” Grammy said eyeing Rafael. “There’ll be a castle, then, with the title?”
He nodded. “Of course. We’re also very rich.”

Grammy M beamed at Mia. “So, maybe you’ll be inviting your friend the prince to breakfast?”
Mia wanted to scream. “He broke in to my bedroom. We don’t know who he really is. The last time I saw him, he was dead and you want to invite him to breakfast?”
Grammy M slipped her arm through Diego’s...or Rafael’s...and walked him to the door. “So, how will you be taking your coffee?”

Mia watched them go, then dropped the poker to the floor. “Somebody shoot me now. I know matchmaking is a time- honored Marcelli tradition, but could we please first find out the man in questions isn’t an ax murderer?”

Grandma Tessa handed her the passport. “You’re the one who’d know that. Is he who he says he is?”

Mia stared at the picture. So much the same and yet so much different, she thought. Was it possible Diego hadn’t died that night? That he was really the Crown Prince of Calandria?
“I don’t know,” she admitted. “I don’t know anything.”
Grandma Tessa moved to the door. “He was supposed to have been killed five years ago?”
Mia nodded.
“So he’s Danny’s father.”
She nodded again.
“Then this is going to be interesting.”

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Well, this is the last book- book 5 in the Marcelli series. The Marcelli Sisters - Brenna, Kate, Francesca, Joe (Eldest brother) and Mia. This books perfectly wraps up the whole series of the Marcelli family. Enjoy ...

Labels: Book Recommendation

time stops for nobody ||5:35 PM

Thursday, July 17, 2008

You know... one of the typical setting for romance stories i've grown to dread are actually "vegas-quickie" weddings. the usual plot: drunk, meets a guy, wakes up next day to realise you're married. Spend the next three quarter of the book trying to get a divorce and the last quarter of the book realising you like each other. Truly, this really gets boring after, say, the first... 5...10... 20 books with the same format.

So when I picked up Jane Graves' latest book <<>>. It was done more because i've run out of books to read for the week and i'm desperate rather than the plot looks interesting to me. This book has more or less the same plots as most of the vegas wedding books i've ever read. But the author more than makes up for it with the quirky family of the heroine. From a show off, bi#$hy cousin who is getting married, to her very protective father who's an ex cop and an expert for rifles, to her mother who get drunk at her husband's brand new bar - all to show her stamp of approval.

So here's the book: Tall Tales and Wedding Veils , by Jane Graves
Pages: 378

Sypnosis:

Marry in Haste ...

Accountant Heather Montgomery is a planner. So never in her wildest freams did she think she'd run into sexy charmer Tony McCaffrey in Vegas, play lady luck, and celebrate his jackpot with a champagne-soaked night. And she certainly never expected to wake up the next morning married! How could this good girl pick a man whose fridge is empty and whose apartment is a disaster zone, yet still drives her so crazy with lust she can't see straight?

Lust at Leisure

Quickly hitched and happily ditched, Tony can't wait to get back to his playboy ways. But when Heather's family is thrilled that their no-nonsense daughter is finally in love, he proposes a plan: Stay married for a month to repay his good luck charm, even though she sterilizes his toothbrush and fobids anything between the sheets. But heather is more than he bargained for - a sharp-witted, passionate woman who just might turn his near miss into wedded bliss!

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A quick peek to tempt you into getting this book:

"Holy Shit," Tony said, looking around
" My father likes hunting." She paused. "And he's a retired cop, so he has a thing about guns."
Oh, This was just great. A cop. The moment fred found out Tony had married his daughter and wanted a divorce all in the same weekend, he would not only want to blow Tony's head off, he'd also have the means to do it. Times twenty. And then successfullly hide the body.

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"I don't get uptight about much, but facing angry men with guns isn't my idea of a good time."
"My father isn't angry."
"Oh yeah? he's looking at me as if I'm at the top of the FBI's most-wanted list."
"He isn't a violent man."
"Not a violent an? Look around you. The man's shot more stuff than a freakin' survivalist."
"That's not violence. That's hunting."
"And he was a cop."
"That was his job," she said with an eye roll. "And in his whole career, he only fired his weapon once."
"uh-huh. Shot the guy dead as a doornail, didn't he?"
"uh... yeah."
"you have to tell your family the truth."
"i know, all right? It's just that..."
"what?"
She sighed. "It's just that I've never seen my mother like this."
"Like what?"
"She's just so happy. If I go out there now and tell everyone our marriage isn't the real thing, she's going to be humiliated. And you can bet Aunt Bev will be catty to her abou this for the rest of her life."
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"It's about our wedding. This is not exactly what it appears to be."
Her mother's smile dimmed considerably. The relatives stopped smiling altogether.
A gleam entered Regina's eyes.
"See, what happened was -"
Tony put his arm around her shoulders. "Let me"
She started to speak again, he her gave her arm a squeeze to quiet her. "Heather's right," Tony said. "This is not exactly what it appears to be. It appears that we were two impulsive people doing something really stupid. I mean we barely knew each other, and yet we ended up married."
Regina's eyes shifted wildly back and forth between the two of them, clearly hoping for a catastrophe. Heather looked at her mother, whose hand was on her throat, her eyes wide with dread.

"And you would have thought I'd have woken up this morning thinking what a crazy thing it was to do," Tony went on. "I mean, married in vegas? How insane is that? But then I took one look at Heather, and I thought ..." He turned to stare at her. "And i thought, how in the world could something that should have been so wrong have led to something so right?"

With that, he took Heather in his arms, bent her backward, and kissed her.

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Enjoyed it?? if you did, you can consider this book by Jane Graves.

Labels: Book Recommendation

time stops for nobody ||5:03 PM

Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Up next: Acheron's (aka Ash) book.

I've been waiting for Ash's book since sherrilyn kenyon started her very first Dark Hunter series. That was like .... 20 novels ago. And finally finally finally... The suspense, and all the little knowledge we have gained through the past 20 novels have finally come up to this book

Labels: Book Recommendation

time stops for nobody ||10:18 PM

Saturday, May 24, 2008

If you're really very bored this holiday with nothing to do, here's a suggestion:
For this month, one of my very favourite author, Julia Quinn, is releasing one of her novels for a free read.

And the best part is this: you're reading for charity! Avon Books is launching Love Gives Back, a program where they’ll give you monthly Sneak Peeks into upcoming releases and invite you to read Avon books for free online. The more you read the more you give – they’ll be donating a mass of books to charity organizations each month based on how much you read.

So go on and read it.. I guarantee you'll enjoy this book!

Title: The Duke and I (1st out of her 8 books in the Bridgeton Series)
Sypnosis:

Simon Basset, Duke of Hastings, has sworn never to marry.

Daphne Bridgerton has sworn to marry only for love. They make a bargain and fake a courtship to keep the ton's matchmakers at bay--but what happens when the charade becomes all too real?

To enjoy it, go to the link below:

http://browseinside.harpercollins.com/index.aspx?isbn13=9780380800827&pg=11

Labels: Book Recommendation

time stops for nobody ||9:17 PM

Sunday, March 02, 2008

if you're interested in supernatural fictions.. this is for you!

I've been reading several books recently, one of which is very very interesting... How so?

Authour: Kerrelyn Spark
Title: The undead next door
No of pages: 369

Sypnosis:

THREE SIGNS THAT SOMETHING IS VERY DIFFERENT WITH YOUR NEW MAN:

1. He sleeps all day...
Which would be annoying except he's so attentive at night
2. He's attacked by sword-wielding assasilants
3. He never seems to age

Heather Westfield has always lived a quiet life, but thqat all changes when she helps a very handsome, very mysterious stranger. There's something not quite right about Jean-Luc, but still, she's never been with a man so charming, so attractive... so wonderful. Now, if only a murderous villian wasn't after them, they might get their happily ever after.

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Review: So far, being halfway into this book, i'd say it is a book with true potential. This book kept me laughing with every page i turned, as the banter between the two characters continue.

(see http://www.kerrelynsparks.com/excerpt_january2008.html for excerpt).

Labels: Book Recommendation

time stops for nobody ||6:59 PM

Friday, November 30, 2007

I've been reading this rather interesting book recently which involves supernatural and car racing...

Title: Love in the fast lane
Pages: 373

Sypnosis: Scott Templeton lives for the adrenaline rush, but when the ghost of a legendary race car driver suddenly appears in the passenger seat next to him, it sends scott literally into a tailspin. Now he can't convince the guy to head toward the light and stop haunting him, not until Scott promises to make a special delivery.

Maggie Cooper has a five-year plan that involves making executive VP with a corner office and a salary that will cause a grown man to weep. What it doesn't involve is a high-speed hotshot who claims her dead father sent him. She doesn't care how charming scott is, or how he seems to devour her with his eyes, or even show her shotgun-toting grandmother is playing matchmaker. Maggie is determined to resist, but Scott is just as determined to convince her that loving him is worth the risk.

Excerpt:
( Scott has been trying to get Maggie's ghost-dad to leave him alone. and Maggie found a book on the different ways to get rid of a ghost...)

He stared at the book, reorienting himself to the possibility of life after riding with Maggie, the opened it to a random page.

"'Ask the ghost to leave'" he read . "Yeah right. Been there, done that. Moving on. Oh, here's something. 'one true and tried method of getting rid of a ghost that you don't want in yout home is to toss rice all over the kitchen floor before you go to bed at night,'"

Maggie snorted. "You don't want to mess with Grammy over her floor."
"Wait a minute, let me finish. 'Your bothersome ghost will pause to count the grains of rice.' "

"Why?"

"Hush. ' Ghosts aren't very good at counting , so yours will repeatedly lose track and have to start over again.' "

Maggie started laughing, but Scott kept reading.

"'Simply sweep up the grains of rice in the morning, and repeat the next night until your ghost gived up andleaves. 'How will this work? Coop doesn't even come in the house."

"How will it work period?"

Maggie was right; throwing rice on the floor to confuse Coop was downright stupid. Now gears maybe ....

But why the hell would a ghost stop to count something? ......

Labels: Book Recommendation

time stops for nobody ||2:53 PM

Wednesday, October 03, 2007

Remembere two posts back I mentioned that I was absolutely crazy about monk? It's the humour. And the amazing detective skills.. but mainly.. the humour..

Title: Mr Monk goes to the Firehouse
Author: Lee Goldberg

Sypnosis:
Monk's house is being fumigated, and he has nowhere to go. Fortunately, his assistant, Natalie, and her daughter are kind enough to welcome him into their home. Unfortunately, their home is not quite up to Monk's standards of cleanliness and order...

But while Monk attempts to arrange his surroundings just so, something else needs to be put straight. The death of a dog at the local firehouse - on the same night as a fatal house fire - has led Monk into a puzzling mystery. And much to his horror, Monk is going to have to dig through a lot of dirt to find the answer....

Excerpt:
*Scene occurs as Natalie and Monk hovers in the alleyway trying to search the garbage bin*
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"you want me to call a garbage man?"
"That's a pejorative and sexist term. They really prefer ' sanitation technician'."

"How do you know?"
" I talk to them," Monk said.
"You do? Why?"
"They're people too, you know."
"Who hang around with garbage," I said. "I'd think you'd want to be as far away from them as possible when they show up."

"I take precautions," Monk said. "Gloves, surgical mask, googles. But I have to be there to supervise."

"You supervise your trash collection? Why?"
"I have special needs."
"Believe me, I know, but what does that have to do with your trash?"

"I have to make sure my trash isn't being mixed with the other trash," Monk said.
"why? What terrible thing could possibly happen?"

"It could get dirty."
"It's trash, Mr Monk. It's all dirty, even yours."
"No, mine is clean dirty," Monk said.
"Clean dirty," I said "What is that?"
"For one thing, each of my discarded items is placed in an individual airtight bag before being put in the mother bag."

"So it won't get the other trash in the 'mother bag' dirty."
"Not everyone is as conscientious as I am," Monk said. "It's the sad truth."

"But your bags get tossed in the back of the truck with everyone else's trash anyway,"
Monk shook his head. "My bag ride up front with the drivers."
"It doesn't matter a lot of difference in the end," I said. "It still goes to the dump."

"My garbage goes in zone nine."
"Your trash has its own zone?"
"All the really clean trash goes there."

I groaned, handed him my purse, and climbed up the rest of the way onto the trash bin.

"wait wait," Monk protested. "You're exposing yourself."
I stopped. "Are my pants riding down on my butt?"
"Hell, no," Monk said.
"Then what am i exposing?"
"You're exposing your body to deadly toxins," Monk said. "You haven't had your shots. you aren't wearing gloves. You aren't using a respirator. It's suicidal."

"Mr Monk, I'm only going to lift the lid," I said.
"And God only knows what you'll release into the atmosphere," Monk said. "If you're not going to think about yourself, think of humanity, think of your daughter, but most of all, think of me."

I lifted the lid. Monk screamed and leaped away as if he expected the dumpster to explode, spraying its sharpnel of decaying food, broken glass, old shoes and soiled diapers all over him. It didn't.
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If you think that it's interesting, you should go pick it up. It's not a tough read, neither is it a tedious economic text which aids as a cure to insomia. In fact, it's light, humorous and witty. To top it off, this book only consist of 283 pages. You'd probably be as hooked as I am...

Labels: Book Recommendation

time stops for nobody ||9:59 PM

Sunday, September 23, 2007

Thanks to adelyn, I'm completely, and absolutely hooked on "Monk"
Nope, I didn't watch from the tv series. But followed his adventure from the books she recommended.

Right at this moment, my favourite would be : Mr Monk goes to Hawaii
Author: Lee Goldberg

Sypnosis: Some people think Hawaii is paradise. But Monk knows that danger - like dirt - lurks everywhere. Look at Helen Gruber, the rich tourist who took a fatal blow from a coconut. The police say it fell from a tree, but Monk suspects otherwise. His assistant, Natalie, isn't exactly thrilled about Monk's latest investigation. It was bad enough that Monk followed her on vacation, and now it looks like the vacation is over ...

Smooth talking TV psychic Dylan Swift is on the island and claims to have a message from beyond - from Helen Gruber. Monk has his doubts about swift's credibility. But finding the killer and proving swift a fraud - all while coping with geckos and the horror of unsynchroniszed ceiling fans - may prove a tough coconut to crack.

Review: 4 Stars

This is definitely not a book I would pick at first glance. For one thing, it's no romance. But for one thing, i would have to agree that Mr Monk is a brillant detective. The book is witty, filled with intricate plots and posses plentiful humor. I never stopped laughing since the very first page and I enjoyed myself so much that I am hunting for other books of the same series....

Labels: Book Recommendation

time stops for nobody ||11:15 PM

Monday, July 09, 2007

I've been trying to look for this book for quite awhile. But so far, don't have any luck laying my hands on it....

TITLE: Hostile Makeover
Author: Wendy Wax

FROM THE BOOK JACKET:

Business before pleasure...where's the fun in that?

It was the first orgasm Shelley Schwartz ever faked. She
swore she'd never do it, but she was late for a career-
saving meeting at Schwartz and Associates and her options
were limited. If she'd faked it five minutes sooner, she
might have earned her father's approval, won the account,
and bested her rival and the company golden boy, Ross
Morgan.

Calm, cool, and always collected, Ross is the perfect
person to take over the ad agency her father founded--and
the perfect opposite of Shelley, who's distracted by her
mother's relentless matchmaking and her big sister's
marital meltdown. Is it any wonder her father has
entrusted the agency to the blond, Porsche-driving Ross
rather than his own flesh and blood? To add insult to
injury, Ross--her new boss--has stuck Shelley with the
client list from hell (Falafel Hut, anyone?). But if he
thinks he's going to chase Shelley Schwartz out of her
family legacy, he's got another thing coming. And if
Shelley thinks she can resist Ross's charms, she's got
some surprises in store as well....

Excerpt: http://www.authorwendywax.com/hostile_makeover.html

Scroll down the page to see the excerpt

Review: I haven't really read this book yet, so i can't really say whether it is good or not. But judging from the excerpt of the story, I'd say that "Hostile Makeover" has alot of potentials in it...

If her writing style has not changed from her previous books, I can safely say that this will be a great read!

Let's just cross our finger and hope that the author keeps to her usual standard...

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