"satirical time travel romantic suspense"
Journalist Dora Duncan resolves to avoid dangerous
assignments, drop her boyfriend Nick who apparently
dropped her already without informing her as he no longer
calls, e-mails etc., and especially no longer wait for her
sweetheart on Valentine's Day. At work and at love, she
is disenchanted. The FBI recruits Dora on a dangerous assignment though
they do not like using civilians. They want her to travel
back in time to February 1929 to prevent Nick, already
there, from changing history. She agrees and in a blink
of an eye she and a rodent go back to 1929 Chicago. There
she finds herself in a wild scenario as her new boyfriend
is a mobster who adores her feet and another gangster
wants her in his bed; she has not had as many sexual
opportunities in her entire adult life mostly in the next
century. Still the mission is simple keep Nick out of the
St. Valentine's Day massacre. This fine satirical time travel romantic suspense will
please sub-genre readers due to the solid intelligent
characterizations. Dora and her ratty companion behave
like fish out of water and the people she meets are
eccentric caring individuals who happen to be on the
illegal side of Prohibition. As Marianne Mancusi did with
the frivolous fun frolic, A CONNECTICUT FASHIONISTA IN
KING ARTHUR'S COURT, WHAT, NO ROSES? is a delightfully
amusing lighthearted romp. Harriet Klausner
Reviewed by Harriet Klausner
Posted July 4, 2006
SummaryUnless Dora Duncan can stop it, it's going to be another
St. Valentine's Day Massacre. A year ago, her (now ex)
boyfriend Nick stood her up at the worst possible moment.
That was when she gave up important TV reporting for
stories like "Too Stressed for Sex." And though such clips
have a certain relevance, things have been a whole lot
quieter. Too quiet. Until now.
Now she's gotta go back in time (don't ask!) and stop that
very same Nick from messing up the time-space continuum.
She has to travel back to a place where everybody speaks
easy and cuts a rug-and this Chicago ain't no musical.
Here, there are tommy guns and torpedoes, guys and dolls,
gin joints, flappers, stoolies, rats and a whole lot more;
and prohibition means anything but no.
It's the 1920s. Time for Dora to roar.
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