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Saturday Night: Jo Ferguson knows she has to make some changes in her life, but first she needs to help her cousin. . .and then there's the sexy man who's out of work and who thinks she's a master cook. . .
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Sally G. Laturi, Ivy Quill Reviews
"Lovey-Dovey" as a box of assorted chocolates: though not
every single piece might delight you, you are sure to find at least one
story in this collection to satisfy your romantic "sweet
tooth." The fifteen stories in this anthology are a
"sampler" across various romance sub-genres: contemporary,
historical, romantic comedy and paranormal. The majority of stories are
contemporary, with a light touch, with situations ranging from a case of
mistaken identity at a gourmet kitchen supply store to a trip to the
ophthalmologist that gains the heroine far more than a pair of new
reading glasses. (One tale features a romance-reading bookstore
employee who uses her favorite form of literature to teach a
co-worker what it is that a woman *really* wants from a man.) A
few "dark" chocolates are mixed in as well: the tale of
a demonic spirit who is changed by the power of a woman's love and
loyalty, and a heroine who finds her soulmate in a shape-shifting
wolf when she dances in the moonlit woods at midnight. An added bonus to
this delightful collection is that a portion of the proceeds from
the anthology will be donated to the Oregon Humane Society in Portland,
a private, non-profit organization that relies entirely on
One Tuesday morning in the middle of July, Jo Ferguson moved the spatula half an inch to the right in the window of "Essential Kitchens" and stood back to admire the effect. Her cousin, Mary, had called the display "Summer in Tuscany," and Jo had to admit it looked good. The bright sunny blues, yellows and reds of the ceramics were enough to tempt anyone to try their hand at grilled meats and luscious salads. Anyone but Jo of course.
nine thirty in the morning. The early coffee drinkers had gone and the
shoppers hadn't yet arrived. Jo perched on a stool at the coffee bar and
pulled out her file. There had been ten people in this morning. Barely
She tucked her hair behind her ears, settled her glasses firmly on her nose, pulled out her calculator and began to make notes on a fresh sheet of paper. Unless she was much mistaken this place was just not viable. Mary had asked her to do a business assessment during her summer visit, and so far it didn't look good. She would never get another business loan unless the figures picked up.
up at the sound of the musical chimes hung above the door. A tall man
stood in the doorway looking around hesitantly. He looked to be
somewhere in his thirties, just a few years older than Mary and Jo. Jo
morning," she said with a sympathetic smile.
morning," he replied. He shoved his hands in the pockets of his
jeans and gave a funny kind of shrug. "I'm looking for a book about
could do. She called up the marketing strategies she'd studied in school
but never really used, because she'd always worked behind the scenes.
Mary had to have a hundred books in her racks. This guy hadn't ask for
can certainly help you there," she said. "Anything in
particular?" She made a couple of quick mental assumptions and
moved to stand beside the "One pot meal" section. That's where
Mary had told her to start if she ever wanted to learn to cook.
As he took
a couple of steps towards her, Jo couldn't stop her eyes from doing a
quick tour. He was tall, well built. His jeans were worn but clean and
his blue shirt was rolled at the cuffs to show strong, tanned forearms.
"Actually, I wanted something for a child." He smiled at her and his dark eyes crinkled at the corners. He had the most amazing eyes. She swallowed the little nudge of disappointment and made herself smile back. . . .
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