"A snappy, smart, sexy and fun read."
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 ownership of his spa. No one thought she
could run it - especially not Howard's daughter, who owns
the remaining shares. Benjamin Huntington III lives next to a sex goddess. While
he's lusting after Delilah, she barely keeps from killing
him because he's noisy and sexy and way out of her league.
To top it all off, one of Howard's old girlfriends shows up
with Howard's baby and leaves him with Delilah. Yes,
Delilah, who's never changed a diaper or handled a baby. Delilah is a wonderful character. Snappy, smart, sexy - she
says the things we all wish we would have thought of. And
Benjamin is her perfect match, if she'll only realize it.
How bad can a man be who loves babies? Also, there are side
romances (including Howard's daughter) that are good
subplots. This is a fun book and the sex sizzles.
Reviewed by Morgan Chilson
Courtesy Old Book Barn Gazette
Posted October 29, 2003
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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