"Amusing romantic romp"

In Florida, twenty-five years old Tori Whitley knows it is time for her to become independent as her brother the architect and her sister the pediatrician have been. However, when you have no skills and are used to depending on others it is hard to obtain a decent job. However, her cousin Eddie Sassenbury down in Boca Raton offers her work as his assistant in his private sleuthing business that has many clients. Tori rationalized that if that loser Eddie can succeed she should easily be able to perform undercover work.

Eddie assigns his apprentice to tail Seahaven businessman Grady Palmer to determine what kind of person he is. She immediately thinks her mark has a cute butt, but is mortified when Grady realizes she is tailing him. Instead of being angry or trying to slip away, Grady invites her to accompany him. As they travel together, they fall in love, but Tori worries because the customer may always be right, but no one will hurt her Grady, not even her.

This amusing romantic romp is reminiscent of the 1930s screwball comedies. Tori is a terrific protagonist struggling to prove she can be a professional sleuth vs. her growing love for Grady, who is a nice person. The support cast including a feline add dementia to a wild southern Florida tale.

Harriet Klausner

Reviewed by Harriet Klausner
Posted August 9, 2004

While moonlighting as a private investigator, Tori Whitley tails businessman Grady Palmer. But checking out Grady proves easy on the eyes and hard on her heart. Grady is packing charm, intelligence, and too many secrets.

Summary

Tori Whitley was possibly the world's worst snoop. Who else would fall for the man she was investigating? As a favor to her private-detective cousin, she'd agreed to tail Seahaven businessman Grady Palmer. How hard could it be — especially following a man with such a cute rear end? But checking out Grady proved easy on the eyes and hard on her heart. He was packing charm, intelligence, and too many secrets. Tori had no choice but to discover the truth — by going undercover instead of going under the covers. And all the clues led to one conclusion: To be a successful private eye, sometimes you had to follow your instincts . . . and hope you bagged the man of your dreams.