THE WEDDING OF THE YEAR...
Philip Whitmore, Viscount Greybourne, has survived
desert sandstorms, unearthed treasures of ancient cities, and defeated
knife-wielding grave robbers. But when it comes to something as ordinary
as getting married, Philip discovers that it's not so easy. He's
been cursed after discovering an ancient stone tablet that dooms any woman
foolish enough to marry him. Somehow, his fortune, title and dashing
good looks no longer seem appealing -- and his carefully selected society
bride has left him at the alter.
THE SCANDAL OF THE SEASON...
Beautiful Meredith Chilton-Grizedale is determined
to find Philip his perfect wife. The abruptly terminated "Marriage
of the Season" was going to make her reputation as the Matchmaker
of Mayfair, so now it's up to her to find someone to marry the most unmarriageable
man in England. Yet from the moment she meets the mysterious viscount,
Meredith finds herself falling for a man she should not love. With
an ominous curse over their heads, risking her life for passion would be
“Take some deep breaths,” Lord Greybourne said, then demonstrated by drawing in a mighty breath that puffed
out his chest, then slowly exhaling. His warm breath tickled the
curls surrounding her face.
“Do you think I don’t know how
to breathe?” Meredith hadn’t meant to sound quite so testy, but this
disastrous wedding debacle coupled with his closeness to her person had
clearly tossed her off kilter.
“I’m not certain. I do know
that you won’t require a demonstration on how to swoon. You already
know how to do that.”
Good heavens, he was nothing short
of insufferable. Here they were, faced with utter travesty and social
ruin, and he was making jokes! Closing her eyes, she took a half
dozen deep breaths. Feeling considerably better, she attempted to
sit up, but discovered she couldn’t move from her prone position upon the
“You’re sitting on my gown,
He shifted, then, grasping
her shoulders, lifted her in a no-nonsense fashion into a sitting position,
all but plopping her onto her bottom. Embarrassment, combined with
a healthy dose of irritation--directed at herself or him she wasn’t certain--pricked
her. “This may come as a shock, my lord, but I am not a sack of potatoes
to be hauled about.” The jarring movement knocked a long curl loose
from her carefully arranged coiffure, and the lock flopped over her eye.
Pushing aside her hair with impatient
fingers, she realized she no longer wore her bonnet.
“I removed it,” he said, before
she could question him. “I thought perhaps the ribbon tied beneath
your chin might restrict your breathing.” A half smile touched his
lips and he tugged at his cravat. “God knows this thing constricts
my airflow. You might also want to fix your gown.” He waved
his hand vaguely in the direction of her neck.
Dipping her chin, she realized
with chagrin that her fichu was loose and pulled askew, exposing an expanse
of skin that, while not indecent, was certainly far more of her bosom than
normally saw the light of day.
She sizzled him with an outraged
glare, but his lips curved upward in a patently unrepentant grin.
“Didn’t want a choking female on my hands.”
Any gratitude she may have harbored
for his assistance evaporated. “I merely felt lightheaded,
my lord, and as such, it was hardly necessary for you to make so free with
“Ah. Then I suppose I shouldn’t
have straightened your garters.”
Her eyes goggled, and the ill-mannered
lout had the audacity to wink at her.
“I am teasing you, Miss Chilton-Grizedale.
I merely wanted to bring some color back into your pale cheeks. I
would not dream of touching your garters without your express permission.
Heat raced up her neck. This
man was beyond insufferable--he was incorrigible. Uncouth.
“I can assure you, you shall never receive such permission. And a
gentleman would never say such a scandalous thing.”
The dimple in his cheek flashed.
“I’m certain you are correct.”
|Meredith Chilton-Grizedale pursed
her lips and stroked her chin as she slowly circled Lady Sarah Markham,
who stood upon the dressmaker’s platform. Meredith’s gaze critiqued
the slender form garbed in the elegant, pale blue wedding gown, noting
every detail, from the demure square neckline to the elaborate ruffled
flounce. A satisfied smile threatened to curl her lips upward, but
she staunchly subdued it. One could not afford to be too effusive
when dealing with Madame Renee, Oxford Street’s most exclusive milliner.
For every compliment Madame received, she clearly felt compelled to increase
her already exorbitant prices.
“You look lovely, Lady Sarah,”
Meredith said. “Lord Greybourne will be besotted the moment he sees
you.” A tiny flutter of something that felt suspiciously like envy
rippled through Meredith, surprising and irritating her. She slapped
the feeling aside like a bothersome insect and gazed at the beautiful young
woman standing before her. Pride instantly supplanted her errant
twinge of envy.
Oh, she had indeed arranged
a brilliant match on Lord Greybourne’s behalf. Lady Sarah was a diamond
of the first water. Sweet, innocent, amenable, possessed of a gentle
temperament, lively conversation, a singing voice that could rival the
angels, and a formidable talent for the pianoforte. The negotiations,
which Meredith had handled between Lady Sarah’s father, the Duke of Hedington,
and Lord Greybourne’s father, the Earl of Ravensly, had proven quite delicate
and tricky, even for a matchmaker of her considerable experience.
What with the scandal that had ensued three years ago when Lord Greybourne
had not returned to England from roaming the wilds of foreign locales to
honor the marriage agreement his father had entered into on his behalf,
coupled with the fact that he’d incomprehensibly walked away from the comforts
of Society to live in uncivilized conditions where heathen
traits abounded in order to study artifacts, only Lord Greybourne’s title
and family connections kept him from being hopelessly unmarriageable.
Indeed, it had taken an enormous amount of time, flattery, and diplomacy
on Meredith’s part to convince the duke that Lord Greybourne was the perfect
match for Lady Sarah--a task made all the more difficult considering the
hordes of eligible titled, and un-marked-by-scandal young men buzzing around
But convince Lord Hedington
she did. A sigh of immense satisfaction eased past Meredith’s lips,
and she was hard-pressed to not twist about and physically pat herself
on the back. Thanks to her--if she might say so herself--inspired
efforts, the most anticipated wedding of the Season would take in two
days at St. Paul’s Cathedral. A wedding so grand, a marriage so brilliant,
so talked about, that Meredith’s reputation as the foremost matchmaker
in England was assured.
Ever since the betrothal announcement
two months past, anxious mamas were courting her attention, inviting her
to tea and their musicales and soirees, asking her to whom their darling
daughters would most be suited. And which eligible bachelors
were serious about choosing a bride this Season.
As she had so many times over
the past few months, Meredith again found herself wondering why a man born
into the upper echelons of Society, the heir to an earldom, a man who would
never have to spend his life doing anything save seek pleasure, spend a
decade living in rustic conditions, digging up artifacts belonging to dead
people? Everything practical in Meredith revolted at the very
thought. Clearly Lord Greybourne harbored some very unusual beliefs
and tendencies, and, she feared, his manners would most certainly need
some dusting off. Even his father had hinted that his son might
require a bit of “polishing.”
Even so, she did not doubt that she
could shine him up enough to make a grand showing at the wedding.
After all, her reputation, her livelihood depended upon the success of
this wedding. She could only hope that after the ceremony he would
prove to be an affable and kind husband. Because, based on the enormous
gilt-framed painting of him hanging in his father’s drawing room, Lord
Greybourne had not been blessed with a bounty of physical attractions.
An image of that painting flashed
through her mind. Poor Lord Greybourne. Where his father, the
earl, was quite handsome, Lord Greybourne was…not. His painting depicted
a pale, pudgy-faced, unsmiling countenance decorated with thick spectacles
magnifying unremarkable brown eyes. Definitely not the most attractive
of fellows. Of course, the painting had been commissioned
fourteen years earlier, when he was but a youth of fifteen. Hopefully
his years abroad had improved him somewhat, although it did not really
matter. In addition to being a Paragon, Lady Sarah did not, like
many young women her age, harbor unrealistic romantic notions regarding
marriage. Thank goodness. Because the dear girl is taking
on more the frog than the prince, I’m afraid.
Yes, Lady Sarah knew it was her duty
to marry, and marry well, according to her father’s dictates. Meredith
blessed the fact that Lady Sarah was not difficult like a growing number
of modern young ladies who professed to want their marriages to be love
matches. Meredith fought the urge to snicker at such nonsense.
Love matches indeed. Love had nothing to do with a successful marriage.
Meredith looked up at Lady Sarah,
who, based on her expression, was not as happy as she should be.
“Now don’t frown, Lady Sarah,” Meredith scolded gently. “You’ll wrinkle
your forehead. Is something amiss? The dress--“
“The dress is fine,” Lady Sarah
said. Her huge pansy-blue eyes, reflecting unmistakable distress,
met Meredith’s in the mirror. “I was just thinking about what you
said…about Lord Greybourne being besotted the moment he sees me.
Do you truly think he will be?”
“My darling girl, you cannot
doubt it for a moment! I shall need to be standing by with
the hartshorn to revive him when he falls prostrate at your feet.”
Lady Sarah’s eyes widened.
“Oh, dear. Whatever shall I do with a husband who swoons?”
Meredith barely refrained from
looking toward the ceiling. Lady Sarah possessed many admirable qualities.
Unfortunately, a sense of humor was not amongst them. “I was
speaking figuratively, not literally, my dear. Of course Lord Greybourne
is not prone to swooning.” I hope. “Why, with
all his traveling about and exploring, he is of course the most hale and
hearty of men.” I can only hope and pray.
When Lady Sarah still appeared
concerned, Meredith grasped her hands--her icy cold hands, she noted.
“There is nothing to worry about, dear heart. Feeling a bit anxious
in the days before your wedding is completely natural and quite expected.
Just remember this: you are going to be the most beautiful bride,
your groom shall prove to be the most gallant and exciting of men, and
your wedding shall be Society’s most talked-about event for years to come.”
And will insure my reputation and future.
Instantly her imagination took
flight, and in her mind’s eye she saw herself in the future, ensconced
in a modest cottage in Bath, or perhaps Cardiff, taking the waters, enjoying
the sea air, basking in the admiration and respect of everyone she met…her
squalid past so deeply buried that it could never again be resurrected.
This match represented the culmination of her hard-fought battle to make
a place--a respectable place--in the world for herself, but
it was only the beginning. Her services as a matchmaker would be
the most sought-after, her opinions the most respected, her financial future
set, all the while providing a service that she felt compelled
to provide. Every woman deserved the protection and care of a kind,
decent husband. How different her life would have been if Mama had
found such a man…
“Father received word that Lord
Greybourne’s ship was scheduled to dock this morning,” Lady Sarah said,
pulling Meredith from her reverie. “He sent ‘round an invitation
for Lord Greybourne and his father to dine with us this evening.”
A becoming blush suffused Lady Sarah’s satiny-smooth cheeks. “I am
most anxious to meet the man who will be my husband.”
Meredith smiled at her.
“And I am certain he cannot wait to meet you.” Of course, with the
wedding only two days away, that did not afford Meredith much time to reacquaint
Lord Greybourne with any rules of Society he may have forgotten during
his travels, but she was comforted by the fact that he had
spent his first twenty years amongst the ton. True,
he was a bit of a diamond in the rough, but at least he wasn’t a lump of
coal in a cave. Hopefully.
But even if he were, she’d make
him into a presentable groom. After the ceremony, well, then he would
be Lady Sarah’s problem, er, project.
A loud commotion sounded from
outside. “What do you suppose that is?” Lady Sarah asked, craning
her neck to peek beyond the forest green curtain separating the dressing
area from the front of Madame Renee’s shop.
“I’ll see,” Meredith said.
Walking into the front of the shop, she peered out the front picture window.
A row of stopped carriages lined the street, and a crowd of pedestrians
milled about, blocking her view. Rising onto her toes, she noted
a lopsided bread cart at the front of the traffic snarl--clearly the source
of the problem. She was about to turn away when she noticed a giant
of a man standing near the overturned cart raise his ham-sized fist which
clutched a whip. Good lord, he meant to strike that man holding that
puppy! Meredith’s hand flew to her lips, but before she could
even emit a gasp, another man, whose back was turned toward her, executed
a lightning fast maneuver with his walking stick and fist, whereupon the
giant went down like a tenpin. The savior then tossed what appeared
to be a coin up to the man still standing upon the lopsided cart, then
calmly tucked his silver-tipped walking stick under his arm and strode
away, disappearing into the crowd.
Hoping to catch another glimpse
of the brave man, Meredith craned her neck, but he was lost in the crowd.
An odd flutter shivered through her, settling in her stomach. Heavens.
What an extraordinary, brave man. And he moved like…like a swift,
sleek, predatory animal. Graceful. Strong. Heroic.
His knowledge of fighting marked him as a ruffian--completely unrespectable,
but still…what did such a man look like? He’d used his walking stick
like a weapon. Perhaps it was a weapon as the silver tip bore some
sort of unusual design unfamiliar to her. Another flutter quivered
down her spine, and looking down, she realized her palms were pressed to
Shaking her hands as if to rid
them of dirt, she frowned in annoyance at her fanciful thoughts.
Botheration. It mattered not what he looked like. What mattered
was Lady Sarah and the wedding. Weaving her way amongst the rows
of bolts of colorful silks, satins, wools, and muslins, she pushed back
the curtain leading to the dressing area. And discovered Lady Sarah
on her hands and knees on the floor, struggling to rise.
Meredith rushed forward.
“Lady Sarah! What happened?” She extended her hands to help
the young woman gain her feet.
Lady Sarah’s beautiful face
puckered into a rueful grimace. “I wanted to see what all the fuss
outside was about, but when I attempted to step down from the dressmaker’s
platform, I tripped on my hem and fell.”
“Are you hurt?”
“I don’t believe so.”
Lady Sarah gingerly shook both arms and legs, then her features relaxed.
“Nothing’s damaged. Except my pride, of course.”
Before the relief at that statement
could take hold of Meredith, Lady Sarah pressed one hand to her brow, and
clutched at Meredith’s sleeve with the other. “Oh, dear. I
fear I suddenly have the most dreadful headache.”
“Did you strike your head when
“No…at least I do not recall
doing so.” She closed her eyes. “Oh, my. I believe I
need to lie down.”
Meredith immediately led Lady
Sarah toward the chintz-covered chaise in the far corner of the room, helping
the young woman recline against the pillows.
“Mon Dieu,” came
Madame Renee’s voice from the doorway. “What has happened?”
“Lady Sarah is feeling unwell,”
Meredith reported, trying to keep her voice calm. She touched her
hand to Lady Sarah’s brow, relieved when she discerned no signs of fever.
“She’s suffering from the headache.”
“Ah, do not be concerned, Mademoiselle
Meredith,” Madame said. “I see this always with zee nervous brides.
I shall brew her my special tisane and she will feel tres magnifique
this quickly.” She snapped her fingers.
Meredith looked down at Lady
Sarah’s waxy complexion, and prayed Madame’s assessment was correct.
But at least the wedding was still two days away. Surely that would
be more than sufficient time for Lady Sarah to recover.
Surely it would.
I hope that whets your appetite!
A screwball comedy in all the best
ways...Trotting at the heels of Julia Quinn and catching up fast,
D'Alessandro should win new fans with her exuberant offering.
Wilson – Old Bookbarn Gazette
spirited heroine, who creates her own special family, and a cursed
bespectacled hero are the ingredients for a thoroughly enjoyable read. A
Fitch – Huntress Book Reviews
is one of my favorite authors. In fact, she can not write quickly enough
to suit me. I was ecstatic to find this latest book! This story is full of
romance, danger, intrigue, and betrayal ... and very highly recommended to
Susan Lantz - Romance
TAKE THIS MAN? is a delightful tale of honor and duty, curses and quests,
treachery and betrayal, love and passion. It's also a story of following
one's heart, even if that means flying in the face of convention. Merrie
and Philip are marvelous characters who will steal readers' hearts even
more quickly than they do each other's. The bespectacled antiquarian isn't
at all conventional, nor does he wish to be, but he is a man of honor,
determined to keep his word and honor the bargain he made, if he can do so
without risking a woman's life. Merrie, on the other hand, is the epitome
of conventionality on the surface, but her background is highly
unconventional. She has worked long and hard to achieve respectability,
and she refuses to give up on the seemingly impossible task she has set
herself. An unusual but intriguing cast of secondary characters adds
depth, texture, and a touching secondary romance to this enjoyable tale.
D'Alessandro's trademark deft humor and snappy dialogue shine through in
this charming, thoroughly entertaining story. I highly recommend WHO WILL
TAKE THIS MAN?. Its categorization is one thing on which Merrie and Philip
would agree – it's "delectably delightful."
Harriet Klausner – The Best Reviews
…a fun nineteenth century romance. The story line
engages the audience as the lead couple falls in love, but dare not defy
the curse. The intrigue of someone trying to kill Philip comes across as
genuine vengeance and adds suspense to the tale.
to finish your book, "Who Will Take This Man," because it gave me
something to look forward to each day! I also love Julia Quinn's books,
as well as Jude Devereaux. Like you, they mix romance with humor. Thanks
for sharing your writing talent with us, and I look forward to your next
I just bought and finished "Who Will Take This Man?" and I loved it. I do
wonder about something. Is there going to be a sequel to this book, where
Andrew’s love is Catherine Ashfield? It appears the set up is great for
it. I hope that his love interest is Catherine and that her husband the
Baron meets his maker so that the two can get together.
finished "Who Will Take This Man?" & wanted you to know I enjoyed it
tremendously. It did, however, leave me pondering if there will be a
sequel. Unless I miss my guess, Andrew's love is none other than Philip's
sister. Am I right on? Should make another great read!
ANDREW (IN WHO WILL TAKE THIS MAN) HAVE HIS OWN BOOK. PLEASE TELL ME THAT
WE WON'T BE LEFT HANGING. ALSO, I REALLY ENJOYED RED ROSES MEAN LOVE. THE
BRIDE THIEF, AND THE "WHIRLWIND" BOOKS.
loved your Whirlwind series...but "Who Will Take This Man" I think has be
one of the best books that has come out in the month of October or better
yet this year. Meredith and Philip had such a great chemistry together. I
always love it when the hero admits his love to the heroine first. It was
great the way Meredith admitted her feeling to Philip and telling him
about her past and that in his eyes it didn't matter. I got a kick out of
the father too.I do hope that your next book will be about Andrew
you for making my Sunday enjoyable, considering I live in the Chicagoland
area where the Bears and my Cubbies both lost.
you written a book with Andrew's story? He was Lord Greybourne's best
friend in 'Who Will Take This Man?' He mentioned the married lady he has
fallen in love with, but her name was never mentioned. Was it Phillip's
sister, Catherine? I love your books. I like a little mystery tied in the
romance. Keep up the good work.
my name is Maria, and I just wanted to say that "Who Will Take This Man"
was the first time reading a book of yours and I am soo hooked :) I
laughed and couldn't put the book down from the minute I started it.
Please don't ever stop writing. I called my local bookstore and ordered
all your other books and can't wait to get them and start. Just wanted to
thank you for being such a wonderful writer and creating such a wonderful
fantasy world that I can pretend to be in for a bit. :) :) Hope your
having a great week. Take care...your newest fan Maria :) :)
have just finished reading WHO WILL TAKE THIS MAN? and I just wanted to
tell you how thoroughly I enjoyed your book. I loved the characters as
well as the history you included in it. I thought it was spectacular!!
However, I do have one question about it. I am dying to know what happens
to Andrew!! Does he end up in love with someone as well? Does he ever
become united to the women he already loves? Please let me know if you
are planning to write about Andrew’s story!! I would love to read about
the mysterious hero!!
I read your book and
it was simply refreshing, believe me I loved it.
finished reading your latest, Who Will Take This Man?, and really enjoyed
it. Because I liked it so much, I ordered your back list from a used
books store and read all 5 or so over the long weekend I had recently. I
could not put them down!
think you're a terrific writer. Sometimes I love only sensuous stories,
like Jo Beverley, Thea Devine, etc. In fact, I wasn't a big regency
reader, instead I was hooked on Civil War romances. One of my fave books
of all time is Always to Remember by Lorraine Heath. I bring that up, b/c
your writing reminds me a lot of hers except for the subject of course,
hers being CW, yours being regencies.
wanted to say thank you. I think you have a fan for life! I haven't
found my happy ending yet (came close once!). But that's what I like
about romances: each time the characters fall in love, you can recall how
you felt when you were experiencing those things, and they help you to
keep an open mind and an upbeat attitude that it's never too late. I
suppose if this was the regency period, not only would I be on the shelf,
I probably would been in the closet gathering dust! Thank goodness it's
the 21st Century and age is just a state of mind! And your books keep me
young with a hopeful heart. So thanks. Keep writing them and I'll keep
finished Who Will Take This Man? last night - stayed up 'til
2:00am to do so! - but the tiredness is well worth it! And
I have to apologize to you because I am just now 'discovering' you - where
in the world have I been?!? Needless to say, I will be running out to get
all of the previous books that you have written and that poses a problem
for me as my husband and I will be moving to New York City (from Houston)
in March - I'm supposed to be winnowing my 'keeper' books to
something of a manageable level. And now I've got to add your
books . . . Oh, well! Maybe we can find an apartment in NYC with a
library, with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves? Probably not, but I'll keep my
fingers crossed anyway! Well, once again, thanks for writing such a
wonderful and entertaining book!
have just finished reading "Who will take this man?". This is the first
book of yours that I have read. It was a great book, I didn't want to put
it down. I am wondering about Andrew. Will you write about him soon?
really enjoyed reading "Who Will Take This Man?". I liked it so much, I
was wondering if there would be a sequel. If there is not going to be one,
would you please consider writing a follow up?
finished reading "Who Will Take This Man?" for the second time. Please
say you are writing Catherine’s story!!! I will be heartbroken if she is
"Who Will Take This Man" very much. Such a sweet story with strong
just recently discovered your Historical Romances. The first one I read
was Love and the Single Heiress. I immediately went to a used bookstore
and looked for anything I could find written by you in the Historical
Romance area. I then read Who Will Take This Man. I love the series!!!
I need to research to see if you have any continuing books in this series.
I then read The Bride Thief. I just finished it this am. I cried at the
end. I love the romance of Eric and Samantha. I just wanted to let you
know how wonderful your writing is. Years ago, I discovered LaVyrle
Spencer. I have all of her books and read them yearly. I was so
disappointed when she retired. I have never found another authoress that
I like that well until I read your books. You write so much like her. I
am so happy to have discovered you. I can’t explain exactly what is about
your and her writing. I do know the men are exceptional characters. So
masculine and dreamy, but yet vulnerable and sensitive at the same time.
I love the men. I love that Samantha, in the Bride Thief, came across as
less than perfect but he loved her anyway. I can’t wait to read your
other books. I look forward to reading more Historical Romances written
by you. I will try your other books as well.
afternoon. :) I recently picked up Who Will Take This Man and Love and the
Single Heiress. In reading those I absolutely adore your writing, so I
went to find the rest of your books. I finished Whirlwind Wedding
yesterday and just now I finished Whirlwind Affair -- you had a great
secondary character in Michael Evers, do you plan to write his story as I
would truly love to read his book :)...
you for blessing me with the gift of your writing. You now have another
have just recently fell in love with your books. I have read Who Will
Take This Man, The Bride Thief and I haven't started Whirlwind Affair
yet. I was wondering if you could tell me if there is any place I might
be able to locate Whirlwind Wedding in hardback. I didn’t want to start
Whirlwind Affair without reading the other one first.
just got done reading this book and I love it. It is another one of my
keepers. It had it all mystery, comedy & love. Thank you for keep me
entertain. I have read & kept everyone of your books. It is so hard to
find stories with laughter in it too. It is one thing that I really look
for in a book.
loved Philip and Meredith, but particularly Philip. He isn't like your
'standard' hero. I found him to be very interesting. I love the
international flavor of the book. I really liked the whole conflict about
killing the one you love if you marry her. Great intrigue. I think you
did an outstanding job on Philip. It's nice to see a really different
Jacquie, do you see the really dark circles under my eyes? And whose
fault is that? Now don't go blaming the Yankees for keeping me up. This
time, it's your fault. Since the game was rained out on Sunday, I
hunkered down in bed about 10:00 pm and started reading Who Will Take
This Man? I figured I'd read a few chapters and get some shuteye.
I didn't stop reading until about 4:30 am when I looked at the clock and
realized the alarm would go off in an hour! Needless to say that I left a
message for my boss that I would be in a just a wee bit late. I watched
the game on Monday night while cooking with my newlywed daughter (this was
her second cooking lesson) and the game was so exciting (even though we
lost) I couldn't fall asleep. Sooooooo, I finished Who Will Take This
Man? and ended up turning off the light after midnight. No amount of
under eye concealer is helping me. It's all your fault for being such a
great writer. All your fault. Yup, that's my story, and I'm sticking to
really enjoyed this book! Excellent characters and great plot line.
I just read Who Will Take This Man, the first, and definitely not
the last, of your books that I will read. I am hoping that there is a book
on the way about Andrew Stanton? I thought he was a good character that
I'm sure will have great depth to him if he gets a book of his own. What
are the odds?
loved this book. I intent to read them all! I enjoy your work Can't wait
to read more
Jacquie, I purchased "Who will take this man?" and from the time I opened
it to the time I closed it, it was fantastic, so wonderful I really
enjoyed it, I couldn't go to bed until I had finished it and so it was
1.30am in the morning before I went to bed, your characters are so lively
and I love the romance in a touch, a look and wow a guys perspective
finally, really enjoyed it you made the characters REAL. Thanks I will be
reading more of your books. Andrea
read "who will take....." fantastic.
have read Who will take this man, and think it is wonderfully written, so
I am looking to read more of your wonderful novels!
Thank you for the story of Philip and Meredith in "Who will take this
man?" I love this love story. I'm glad you wrote the story of Andrew. I
can't wait to read it. Love your books, Isa
certainly enjoyed our lunch on Saturday (B'ham, Alabama, November 6,2004).
You are a delight. I am ordering "Who Will Take This Man" to read prior to
"Love and the Single Heiress." I can't wait to begin. Best wishes!!!!!
just finished who will take this man & just loved it, couldn't put it down
& was left wondering if there would be a sequel & to my surprise one has
been written can't wait until its released in Australia.
absolutely loved Who Will Take This Man! It was given to me at a book
exchange and I can't wait to get Andrew's story!! Congrats on your
loved Who Will Take This Man!! I can't wait for the next one!
Thank you to everyone who has taken the
time to write to me.
I love hearing from Readers!
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