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"The sequel to SOME GIRLS DO!"
Reviewed by Kathy Boswell
Posted October 25, 2003
This is the sequel to Leanne Banks' first single title SOME
GIRLS DO and boy is it a great one! This is Katie's sister
Delilah's story!
Delilah started out being Howard "Cash" Bradford's
current eye candy but Delilah knows all of Howard's secrets
one of which is that he's Read more...
"Fine contemporary romance"
Reviewed by Harriet Klausner
Posted October 25, 2003
In Houston, Delilah Montague cannot get any sleep because
her next door neighbor makes a racket at night. She owns
the exclusive Spa Demay that she inherited from her
recently deceased elderly companion Howard "Cash"
Bradford. Working extremely hard to prove herself,
Delilah knows that most of her Read more...
"A snappy, smart, sexy and fun read."
Reviewed by Morgan Chilson
Courtesy Old Book Barn Gazette
Posted October 29, 2003
Delilah Montague knows that when she smiles, she can stop
hearts, open wallets and lower zippers. She enjoys the bad-
girl image and occasionally lives up to it. But just
because she dresses to kill doesn't mean she's heartless.
Her best friend and mentor, Howard Bradford, died and left
her controlling Read more...
SummaryThanks to her mother, who raised hell, and her father, who
preached against it, Delilah Montague has a body to die
for and a work ethic that won't quit. In a well-manicured
snap, she's gone from shampoo girl to director of
Houston's most exclusive spa. But this self-made woman is
about to come undone—because trouble just moved in
right next door.
Benjamin Harrington III is her new neighbor, and he's much
too close for comfort. His home renovations and opera CDs
are wrecking her sleep, and his slyboy seductive ways are
driving her mad with desire. Always in control, never
vulnerable, Delilah doesn't believe in that messy thing
called love. But when an unexpected bundle of joy arrives
on her doorstep, Delilah is forced to admit she needs some
neighborly help—and possibly an arrow from Cupid...
You know you're bad when:
- Your idea of dressing for success calls for a short
skirt, killer heels, and a thong.
- Your next-door neighbor is off-limits, and all you can
think about is having your way with him.
- You greet a man at the door wearing nothing but a
smile.
- You can't resist temptation... especially when it
comes in a buff package.
- Your prescription for your downtrodden assistant: Take
one studmuffin and call me in the morning.
But what can you do when being bad feels so good!
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