Bedtime for Bonsai

Bedtime for Bonsai

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by Elaine Fox
     
 

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Penelope Porter longed for a baby. But now that her marriage is over, she's turned to the next best thing—a cute, cuddly puppy. Mr. Darcy's an absolute sweetheart, but he could use a stint in obedience school. He keeps sneaking over to the shop across the street, the one owned by Baltimore bad boy Dylan Mersey. Not that Penelope minds having to fetch her dog

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Penelope Porter longed for a baby. But now that her marriage is over, she's turned to the next best thing—a cute, cuddly puppy. Mr. Darcy's an absolute sweetheart, but he could use a stint in obedience school. He keeps sneaking over to the shop across the street, the one owned by Baltimore bad boy Dylan Mersey. Not that Penelope minds having to fetch her dog from his handsome new friend . . .

Mr. Darcy? Only a high-society hottie would name a mischievous pooch after a romantic hero. No, to Dylan this pup's name is Bonsai . . . and his owner's impossible to resist. Dylan's more rough-and-tumble than refined, but he's about to prove he's exactly what Penelope needs to forget her heartless ex.

Soon things are heating up between proper Penelope and dangerous Dylan as they learn that misbehaving isn't just fun for the dog. What Penelope considers unsuitable quickly becomes unstoppable, and she discovers that true love truly is worth the risk.

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ISBN-13:
9780061980060
Publisher:
HarperCollins Publishers
Publication date:
10/06/2009
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Format:
NOOK Book
Pages:
368
Sales rank:
186,576
File size:
689 KB

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Bedtime for Bonsai

Chapter One

Penelope Porter pulled her car up in front of her ex-husband's house.

Her friends were going to kill her. Her family might disown her. Her father, in particular, would call her the worst kind of fool. But they would all, she knew, come around in the end.

Once she and Glenn had gotten back together.

Her heart pounded and her palms were damp as she ran them back and forth over the top of the steering wheel, looking toward the glowing windows of the house.

Only one window on the first floor shone with light, and none on the second floor.

Penelope grabbed her purse off the seat beside her and rummaged inside until she found her brush. Running it through her hair, she practiced: Glenn, I was driving by, saw the lights on and thought I'd stop by. I haven't been in the house for so long...I wanted to see if you kept the yellow kitchen.

With that she would smile her gentlest smile, recalling with him how they'd argued about the color. He'd wanted red...claiming that restaurants were always red...but all her life she'd had a yellow kitchen. She even had one now. She'd finally managed to win that long-ago battle by saying yellow put her in an amorous mood more than any other color in the spectrum. He hadn't believed her, but he had laughed as he'd conceded and told her she'd be called upon to prove it once the painting was complete.

She had. That part of their life together had been good, at least in the beginning.

Penelope plopped the brush back into her purse and looked resolutely at the house. First she'd have to make sure he didn't have any company. Then she could implement herplan.

She got out of the car, closing the door with a push instead of a slam...just in case...and walked across the lawn. The air was warm, fallen leaves still few and far between this early in October.

The curtains on the front window were drawn, but there was a gap that she'd be able to see through if she could get in close. It would require pushing past the bushes, but that was okay. She had dressed carefully, wearing jeans and a light sweater with her brand-new boots. She could wrestle with a bush or two without coming out the worse for wear.

She hefted her purse up higher on her shoulder with one hand while holding branches back with the other. The bushes only came to about her waist, but a few ragged stems protruded and what was low was thick. Glad of the darkness, for fear of neighbors thinking she was an intruder, she peered through the window into the lit room where Glenn sat...alone...in a recliner, a remote control resting in one hand on his thigh.

She sighed and watched him a moment. Was he lonely? His curly hair was mussed, but he still wore his suit pants and button-down shirt from work, though the tie was gone and the collar open at the neck. Underneath she could see his white tee-shirt. He hated wearing shirts without a tee-shirt underneath because he loathed the way some men got sweat stains in their armpits.

Or was it she who had hated that? In any case, he still wore the undershirt.

She smiled to herself, turned to push back out of the bushes and dropped her keys. She heard them hit the ground with a soft clink and backed up a step. The stacked heel of her brand-new boots hit something solid and her car horn blasted to life, jarring as a marching band in a library.

She jumped and spun on her heel, looking down into the brush at her feet. She'd obviously stepped on the panic button and there was no stopping the damn thing until she could find her key fob and hit it again.

As the horn honked over and over and over, head and taillights flashing in time with the noise, Penelope struggled not to panic.

"Noooo," she wailed, her voice...now needlessly...quiet. "No no no no no."

She squatted in the bushes, hands scrabbling in the mulch. Nothing. She rose up and stomped around with her boots again, reasoning if she'd turned it on that way the reverse could work too. But they were nowhere.

What if she'd buried them when she'd stepped on them? She bent down again, digging under the branches, dirt shoving up her fingernails and azalea branches catching at her hair. She'd planted these damn bushes, she thought. Why had he let them get so big?

A minute later, the worst happened. From her position near the ground she saw light spill across the front porch.

Glenn had opened the door.

Staying low, her fingers crawling through the mulch like spiders, she kept her eyes trained on his feet. He'd never see her here.

But then, he would see her car. Her silver Mercedes Benz C-Class sport sedan...not altogether common...flashing like a UFO directly in front of the house.

Dammit.

Still, he might think it belonged to somebody else, especially if she could find her keys and get the damn thing turned off. Her fingers continued to sift through the dirt around her feet.

Glenn's legs stepped out onto the porch. She could tell from the way his feet moved that he was looking up and down the street. He thought it was her car, she just knew it.

Did she come out now and confess? Or did she wait and hope he went back inside? Who came outside to investigate a car alarm, anyway? They went off all the time. A nuisance, mostly.

On the other hand, this was a quiet neighborhood, and the neighbors might come out soon too.

But how could she reveal herself? What reason could she possibly have for being in the bushes, other than that she'd been looking at him through the window?

Bedtime for Bonsai
. Copyright © by Elaine Fox. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.

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Meet the Author

Elaine Fox has spent enough of her life datingto know that the scenarios described in this book arecompletely plausible — though she disclaims any direct experience with any of them. Fortunately,however, she has been able to parlay this extendedsearch for romance into a career and hopesher readers appreciate the cathartic experience whileliving happily-ever-after lives themselves. Elainecurrently lives in Virginia.

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Bedtime for Bonsai 4.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 42 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
What do u mean by real daniel? And btw i love you !!
EllenCT More than 1 year ago
This was a fun read, but I could't decide if "bonzai" (the battle cry) had been mis-spelled, or if the hero had decided that the dog resembled a miniature tree.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Ok sooo can any of you read? This is for BOOK REVIEWS not your pathetic little chatrooms. If you wanna meet ppl and socialize then do it like normal eff ing ppl! Go into the real world and talk to people but if your all too stupid then at least do it on a normal chatroom. Cause honestely im so fu.cking annoyed with opening a BOOK REVIEW and finding a bunch of stupid drama on it because ppk are "dating" people there nvr gonna meet. Its annoying. So get lives or go on a normal chatroom.
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Hey people
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Wuts wrong????
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
No dont start HATE that song do u bthink u can pull bi.tche like that son .
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So fast while reading this wonderful story of good girl,bad boy (or is he). I recommend it for everyone my age or above. not to mention the dog is a wonderful bonus for dog lovers. i wish it never ended
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harstan More than 1 year ago
In Baltimore divorcee Penelope Porter has vowed off men ever since philandering Glenn dumped her and she acted foolishly afterward feeling like a deranged stalker trying to get him back in spite of his cheating. She turns for affection to Mr. Darcy, her mischievous pup, who keeps running across street to the business owned by Dylan Mersey.

He proves kind as he brings Mr. Darcy back to her. She is stunned that she is attracted to him and when Penny learns he is an ex-con she realizes that does not matter. Dylan seeks a fresh start, but owes a favor that could destroy his hopes for the future. He is attracted to the canine and the cute dog¿s pet Penny, but he refuses to act on his feelings as his past makes him feel he is an undesirable for someone at Penny¿s social level.

Elaine Fox¿s latest canine matchmaking romance (see BEWARE OF DOUG and HELLO DOGGY) is an engaging contemporary romance with the twist that Penny is the pursuer and Dylan the reluctant target. The characters are fully developed as Penny is confused about her feelings and Dylan is not. Mr. Darcy adds matchmaking and humor to the kibble mix while characters from the previous canine capers add a sense of homecoming.

Harriet Klausner
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Cute story
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Lol your right!
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Hey!
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Deum i would love to but i already got my babygirls pus.sy
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
What stupid spin the bottle is this?
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Hey the valentine thing was weird today(it will probably say its the day after valentines day because my am pm is messed up and by the way i got 2 bubble gums from justine(: )