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Autumn Adams never planned to follow in her mother's footsteps as Chicago's answer to Martha Stewart—she can't cook, doesn't clean, and would rather play soccer than discuss the joys of white bathtub grout. Then some lunatic starts sending her threats in the mail and Audie finds herself under the protection of simmering, sexy Detective Stacey Quinn, a man determined to examine her every nook, cranny, and ex-boyfriend in his effort to find the stalker. A disarming combination of macho cop and sweet charmer, Quinn ...

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Autumn Adams never planned to follow in her mother's footsteps as Chicago's answer to Martha Stewart—she can't cook, doesn't clean, and would rather play soccer than discuss the joys of white bathtub grout. Then some lunatic starts sending her threats in the mail and Audie finds herself under the protection of simmering, sexy Detective Stacey Quinn, a man determined to examine her every nook, cranny, and ex-boyfriend in his effort to find the stalker. A disarming combination of macho cop and sweet charmer, Quinn is hard to resist. But with Audie's bad luck at finding and holding on to Mr. Right, she think it's best to keep her distance...

Quinn soon discovers that the real Audie is an alluring blend of fantasy babe and tender-hearted female all wrapped up in what he can only hope is leopard-print underwear. She's not what he's always pictured for himself, but could she be everything he'll ever need?

Digging through Audie's many layers could turn out to be the hottest, craziest, sexiest bit of detective work Quinn has ever attempted...if it doesn't kill him first.

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In Donovan's spicy debut, Autumn Adams honors her mother's deathbed wish when she takes over her role as famed Homey Helen, domestic diva of Chicago's WBBS-TV station. Coaching her mother's fans on the finer points of homemaking is the last thing Autumn wants; she'd much rather be kicking a soccer ball around a field or running a marathon. Fortunately, she has Marjorie Stoddard, her mom's faithful secretary, to pick up the slack. But Marjorie isn't much help when a twisted fan starts sending death threats in the form of grisly household hints, one of which advises her on the proper way to freeze human remains. Autumn receives protection in the form of handsome Detective Stacey Quinn, who thinks Autumn just might be the perfect woman for him. Winning Autumn's affection isn't as easy as he anticipates, however. Marjorie's bad track record with men-"It's like after seven or eight weeks some green slimy and hairy thing with eleven eyeballs suddenly jumps out of the top of my head and the men start running for the nearest exit"-may keep her from pursuing the one man who won't run away. The identity of Autumn's stalker is obvious from the outset, but a surprise ending and lots of playfully erotic love scenes will keep readers entertained. (Dec.) Copyright 2002 Cahners Business Information.
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"Fun, fast and sexy. My favorite kind of book!"—Lori Foster, USA Today bestselling author

"Hilarious..full of sass and sizzle."—Julie Ortolon, USA Today bestselling author

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780312983741
  • Publisher: St. Martin's Press
  • Publication date: 12/15/2002
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 320
  • Sales rank: 674,119
  • Product dimensions: 4.20 (w) x 6.70 (h) x 0.98 (d)

Meet the Author

Susan Donovan's novels are witty, sexy, and entertaining—“brain candy for smart women,” as she puts it. Her books include Not That Kind of GirlThe Night She Got Lucky and Ain’t Too Proud to Beg. Susan is a former newspaper journalist with degrees from Northwestern University’s Medill School of Journalism and has worked as a reporter in Chicago, Albuquerque, and Indianapolis. Her other jobs have included fine arts fundraiser, freelance journalist, painted furniture artist, horse stall mucker, proposal writer, and aide to a U.S. Senator. Susan lives in rural Maryland with her family and dogs.

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CHAPTER 1

Detective Stacey Quinn stood in the shadows of the television studio and watched her. She glowed in a proper pink suit jacket that reminded him of frosting on a party cupcake. Her hands were folded primly on the desk in front of her.

That voice, however, came from a full, luscious mouth that was anything but prim and proper, and he listened to the flow of it—honey-smooth, rich, and god-awful sexy.

With those lovely lips, she spoke of the best way to remove water spots from glassware, and the detective felt his pulse quicken.

Could it be that here she was at last—the woman of his fantasies, the woman his brothers claimed could not possibly exist? Could it be that this woman under the studio lights was one part Martha Stewart to one part Carmen Electra?

“Unfortunately, the spots may be tiny pits in the glass itself.” She smiled sadly, sharing the heartbreak of scratched stemware with her fans. “So if this trick doesn’t work, then I assure you, nothing will.”

Detective Quinn swallowed hard.

With a little tilt of her head and a friendly grin, she held the camera’s gaze. “And as always, thank you, viewers, for another wonderful week of handy comments and suggestions.”

“And thank you, Helen! We’ll have more Homey Helen next Monday. Stay with us, Chicago. We’ll be right back after the break.”

The anchorwoman flashed a smile until they were off the air, then turned to her guest. “Nice segment, Audie. Good luck tonight. Who’re you playing?”

“The Sun-Times, and we’re gonna kick some serious butt, let me tell you.” She unclipped the tiny microphone from her lapel. “What time is it?”

“Five fifty-four.”

“Crap!” She popped up from behind the long curved desk, jumped off the platform, and ran across the studio, shouting good-bye to the news anchor and crew.

The detective watched as she did a header over a cable and landed flat on her face, giving him ample opportunity to notice that Autumn Adams—“Homey Helen” to the rest of the world—wasn’t wearing a skirt with that jacket.

She wore a pair of baggy black soccer shorts, shin guards, thick socks, and cleats.

The detective looked down. OK, so maybe she wasn’t exactly the fantasy, but she’d just skidded to a stop spread-eagled, her nose at the tip of his polished tassel loafer, the soccer shorts riding up her rather extraordinary bottom.

“Watch out for that loose wire,” he whispered.

Autumn let her forehead fall to the floor and closed her eyes, pausing to gather her wits and what remained of her pride. She had a feeling she’d need both when she met the owner of that gravelly, smug voice.

“Need a hand?” He reached for her, and Autumn looked up, scanning him from the tips of his fingers, up the long arm, all the way to the green eyes sparkling with suppressed amusement.

The face was just as smug as the voice.

“No thanks.” Autumn hoisted herself up and gave an indelicate yank on her shorts. With a huff she began to walk past the man, but he placed a hand on her arm.

“Miss Adams, I’m Chicago Police Violent Crimes Detective Stacey Quinn. I believe you were expecting me.”

Autumn’s mouth fell open and she snorted. “But that’s a woman’s name! They said Stacey—I was expecting a woman!”

Detective Quinn was unfazed. “Yeah? And I expected you’d be wearing a skirt. We’ll call it even.”

She blinked at him, stunned. watching as a corner of the policeman’s mouth curled up in delight. It was completely involuntary, but she smiled back.

“OK. Mister Detective Stacey.” she said. laughing. “You get twenty minutes, but you have to take a ride with me because I’m late. Can you drive a stick?”

Detective Quinn followed the pink suit jacket through the lobby of the WBBS-TV station. but his eyes were riveted to the woman beneath it. Two parts of her, to be exact: the nape of Autumn Adams’s slender neck, where delicate question-mark curls clung to the damp skin under a neat twist of hair, and the identical globes of her butt, swooshing full and firm beneath the soccer shorts.

They walked through the double glass doors, out onto the sidewalk, and into the sweltering parking lot. She suddenly turned to him. and Stacey Quinn got his first real close look at her face.

“Whoa.”

“What?”

She looked like she would be nice to touch. Silky. Her hair and her eyes were the exact same shade of rich brown—smooth like milk chocolate or coffee with cream. Her skin was a dark peach, and those lips—Holy God, those lips!—they looked plump and juicy and he bet they tasted like some kind of rich, sweet fruit.

The little pink jacket didn’t suit her at all, he decided. She should be in leopard print underwear. In his bed. To hell with spotted stemware.

“Here. Drive.” Autumn tossed him the keys while she grabbed a gym bag from the trunk of the Porsche convertible. “Lakeview High School, Irving Park, and—”

“I know where it is.” He got behind the wheel. “But why am I driving?”

Autumn plopped down in the passenger side and smiled at him. “Don’t you want to drive my Porsche? I was under the impression that all men like Porsches.”

He turned the ignition and felt the sports car rip and rumble to life beneath him. As he pulled onto Walton Street, he retrieved his shades from inside his sport coat and slipped them on one-handed.

“I didn’t say I minded driving, Miss Adams. I just asked why.”

Autumn shrugged indifferently. “I need to change my shirt in the car.”

She began pulling pins from her chic French twist and tossed them one-by-one into the ashtray. She used her fingers to ruffle up her shoulder-length waves.

Next, Autumn Adams yanked off her pink suit jacket, wadded it into a ball, and shoved it under the car seat.

Quinn laughed as he turned north onto Lake Shore Drive. “I hope you got a secret way to get wrinkles out of linen.”

“As a matter of fact, I do. It’s called the dry cleaner.” Autumn leaned her head back and turned her face to the evening sun. “God, I love Chicago in the summer. Don’t you?” She was in the middle of a long sigh when she suddenly shot him a suspicious glance. “Hey, how did you know it was linen?”

“I notice things.”

She’d noticed a few things herself—like how Detective Quinn didn’t talk much or fidget at all. She got the feeling he was saving up for later—for what, she had no idea.

Autumn ran her fingers through her hair and let her arms rise above her in the wind, her sleeveless white blouse rippling around her ribs. She always seemed to be rushing somewhere. There was never enough time just to be—like this—the sun on her face and the air on her skin.

She sighed deeply and pulled the blouse up over her head.

It was safe to say that when he woke up that morning, Stacey Quinn never imagined he’d be behind the wheel of a Porsche convertible while a gorgeous. rich, and famous woman stripped to a sports bra in the seat next to him. That’s what he liked about this job. Quinn thought—something different every day.

He risked a quick glance at her. “I could arrest you for indecent exposure.”

Her face opened up in laughter just as she pulled a soccer jersey down over her head, and her chuckle was muffled by the red mesh fabric.

“Please, Detective. More of me is on display every time I go to Oak Street Beach.” She abruptly thrust out her hips to tuck in the shirt, then reached down to adjust her shin guards. “Go ahead and ask your questions, Mister Stacey. I’ve only got a couple minutes.”

Quinn was wondering how he’d manage to get out to Oak Street Beach more often when he saw her bend and twist in her seat again. Now what? Didn’t the woman sit still for a second?

She surfaced with an elastic band and haphazardly bunched and twirled her thick hair into a heap at the back of her head. Those little damp curls appeared on her neck again, and he had to turn away.

“I read all of the letters you dropped off, Miss Adams. Sixteen notes in all, beginning last summer, right?”

“Unless I got another one today. I haven’t been to the office to check my mail.” Autumn crossed her arms over her chest and looked out at the calm summer-blue water of Lake Michigan.

“All were sent to your office on Chestnut Street, is that correct?”

“Right—which I don’t make public. I tell readers to write in care of the Banner.” Autumn jolted up again and rooted around in the gym bag at her feet. She produced a little pot of lip balm and dipped her finger inside. With eyes heavy-lidded in concentration, she ran a slick pinkie over lips that formed a perfect O of wet, soft flesh.

Quinn couldn’t watch. His chest hurt. “And you reported that before the letters there were other incidents? Slashed tires, the delivery of dead flowers?”

“Yep. Dead roses. Creepy. It started right after my mom died last spring.”

“And you have no idea who is doing this to you?”

She tossed the lip balm into the gym bag and gave him a sassy shake of her head. “That’s your job, isn’t it? I tell people about one hundred and one uses for dryer lint. You solve crimes.”

The dark cop sunglasses hid his expression, but Autumn could see his face strain to suppress an outright smile.

“You know, Miss Adams, you’re not exactly what I expected.”

She groaned. She’d heard that one before.

Wrigley Field now loomed over them and Autumn turned in her seat as they drove by, feeling a huge silly grin spread over her face.

The crowds were already milling around Clark and Addison for the night game. She could smell the roasting peanuts. The doors to the neighborhood taverns were flung wide, and raucous music and the sharp tang of draft beer floated out into the streets.

Autumn closed her eyes and breathed it all in, letting herself remember.

The spring afternoons she had spent at Wrigley Field with her father were by far the happiest times of her childhood. Her dad would skip work at the Chicago Mercantile Exchange and take her out of school to catch a Cubs game, a forbidden thrill made all the more thrilling because Helen never once found out. They used to giggle together the whole way home to Winnetka.

Autumn giggled with pleasure now—because the smells and sounds of Wrigley Field still made her happy.

“You can call me Audie,” she said, turning back around in her seat as they drove past the ballpark. “And puh-leeze don’t tell me you don’t know I inherited the column from my mother, the real Homey Helen. It’s not exactly a secret.”

“I knew. I just didn’t expect . . . well . . . you.”

“Sorry to disappoint,” she snapped.

Detective Quinn didn’t respond. How could he? Everything he wanted to say would sound ridiculous, because, Holy God in heaven, she didn’t disappoint him at all. She just amazed him.

He wanted to tell her he couldn’t remember the last time that fifteen minutes with a woman had left him unhinged. He wanted to tell her he could barely prevent himself from reaching over and letting his fingertips brush the back of her neck. And most of all, he wanted to tell her that he was her biggest fan, that he kept many of her columns in a recipe organizer in his kitchen, sorted by date and topic.

“We’ll need to discuss who you might have offended, Miss Adams, who it is that might hold a grudge against you. I’ll need a list of husbands and boyfriends, current and ex-.”

Autumn burst out laughing. They were driving north on Ashland Avenue now. almost at the school. It took several moments for her guffaw to die down.

“Sure, Detective. No problem.” She pursed her lips and frowned. “Let’s get right to it. Never was a husband, and at this rate there never will be. There’s no current anything. And how do you want the others—would alphabetical work for you? Or how about according to the way I got the bad news—E-mail, beeper, voice mail, answering machine, or telepathy!”

She perked up a bit and waved her hand in the air. “Wait! I know! How about I organize the names by the man’s neurosis—fear of commitment, fear of boredom, inability to stop lying. unclear sexual orientation, like that?”

Detective Quinn pulled up alongside Lakeview High School and cut the engine. He methodically removed his sunglasses and tucked them inside his jacket pocket. He waited for her to turn to him. and when she did, he saw tears in her eyes.

Despite the attitude, she was scared.

“Someone is threatening to hurt you, Miss Adams. I need to ask questions if I’m going to find him. Do you think we can work together on this?”

Autumn nodded slightly and brushed the tears away with a quick sweep of her hand. “I’m sorry for the snide comments. I’m just so incredibly pissed about this whole thing.”

“About the letters or the boyfriends?”

Autumn exhaled sharply and noticed that his uneven grin had returned. “Both, since you asked.”

It startled her when he reached inside his jacket and offered her a crisp white handkerchief.

“Thanks.” She blew her nose with enthusiasm. “Look, Detective, I don’t have a very good track record with men, OK? Nothing ever lasts very long. It’s like after seven or eight weeks some green slimy and hairy thing with eleven eyeballs suddenly jumps out of the top of my head and the men start running for the nearest exit.”

She sniffled and sighed and rubbed her forehead. “But I don’t think I ever did anything to make any of them mad at me. They all seemed pretty glad to see me go.”

“Uh-huh. Green and slimy, you say?”

She cast him a sideways glance—he was scribbling in a small notebook. Was he laughing at her? “Hairy, too.”

He nodded soberly.

Autumn looked down at her hands. She’d been biting her nails again. “I think I scare men,” she sighed. “I’m kind of a spaz.”

“Really?”

“Look, I’ve got to go warm up. You can stay for the game and I’ll take you back to your car after, if you’ve got time. Maybe we can talk more then?”

“I’ve got time.”

She cocked her head and looked at him closely. “You’re not much of a conversationalist, are you?”

What color were those eyes? she wondered. Hazel? That word hardly did justice to the complexity of color there—an olive green iris with a sunburst of gold around the pupil. They were dazzling.

The rest of him was way above average as well.

Detective Quinn had a head of straight, neatly trimmed light brown hair that the sun had kissed near his forehead and temples. His face was handsome as much for its self-assurance as its strong, even features and wily grin. He was probably a good four inches taller than she was, and she could see the outline of his solid body beneath the lightweight sport coat.

“Everything’s relative,” he said.

“Meaning I talk too much?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Right.”

“Audie?”

She stopped before she opened the door. “Yeah?”

“You did say I can call you Audie?”

“Yes, I did.”

“Then please call me Quinn. My friends call me Quinn.”

“Not Stacey?”

“Nope.” The grin was back. “Stacey’s a girl’s name. I’m not a girl.”

Autumn laughed. “You know, I think I noticed that at the TV station. See you after the game.”

She didn’t fall once. Quinn noticed. In fact, she ran with speed and grace. soared over toppled bodies. bent and twisted to get a good angle on her kicks, and pivoted with quick and sharp agility.

And the whole time, Autumn Adams was smiling.

She scored again and. with two other women, jumped high into the air to slap hands—a sight he found amusing. These women were all professionals from the thirty-and-over Chicago Parks and Recreation Women’s Soccer League, yet they were running around like a bunch of boys.

“Go. go, go!” Audie screamed a few moments later as her teammate slashed the ball through a tangle of legs and into the net.

“Yes!” Audie punched her fist into the air and jumped into the middle of a cluster of women hanging on one another like monkeys. Quinn watched Audie’s hair fall out of its tether as she bounced around on a teammate’s back.

He stepped farther from the sidelines and tried to put some distance between himself and Autumn Adams.

Who the hell was this woman? How could he reconcile what he’d seen and heard today with the public persona of Homey Helen, the world-famous household hints columnist?

Quinn had to laugh. He knew too well how whacked-out celebrities could be. For the last few years, he’d been working mostly celebrity cases out of District 18, which encompassed Chicago’s Gold Coast, Michigan Avenue, and the ultrachic towers of black glass and steel along Lake Michigan. Talk show queens lived there, as did professional athletes, politicians, and film stars, and he’d handled stalking or harassment cases on a bunch of them.

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  • Posted February 12, 2011

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    Delightful

    I loved it! The characters were well developed and believable. Honestly I figured out who the "bad guy" was around chapter two. SO it was predictable. But all in all a great read and I will be looking for more books by this author.

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  • Posted February 10, 2009

    Title and cover caught my eye so I bought the book.

    I love this author and read all her books. This one in particular was a fast read and very enjoyable.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 7, 2007

    Loved It!

    I adored this book! It had me laughing out loud and smiling. I enjoyed both the characters and the plot. I bought all of Susan's books and have loved them all!

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 1, 2012

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    "Knock Me Off My Feet" was a heartwarming read. Le

    "Knock Me Off My Feet" was a heartwarming read.

    Let me begin by saying that I thoroughly enjoyed this book. I felt emotionally connected to both of the main characters. The secondary ones were also well rounded and engaging. (The entire Quinn family was especially delightful.) The overall feel of this book is very warm and fuzzy. I couldn't stop grinning after finishing it.

    This is more a Contemporary Romance than a Romantic Suspense. If you are looking for a light, slightly humorous, read with just a dash of suspense then this book is perfect. A "who-done-it" that keeps you on the edge of your seat, however it is not. The romance between the two main leads is steamy, but not to the point where you are having to turn page after page after page of the stuff virtually every chapter. It adds to the emotions of the main characters instead of overshadowing them.

    There were a few parts where I think some things needed a bit of smoothing out, but overall the book was well written. I could easily enmesh myself within the world of Audie and Quinn. I highly recommend "Knock Me Off My Feet" to those who are looking for an escape from the real world into a "good triumphs over evil and they live happily ever after" kind of book.

    Sincerely,
    The Girly Bookworm

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 22, 2011

    laugh out loud funny

    I just recently discovered Susan as an author and I am hooked. Just purchased sevveral more of her books and can't wait to begin.

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  • Posted February 21, 2011

    Susan does it again!!

    Loved the book, love the author!! Susan has a way of creating believable characters that you can't help but love. Great combination of love, sex and suspense! Love the twist and turns, the push and pull of love and trust!! Audie and Quinn were so hot luckily they didn't melt my nook!! Susan is an amazing author who writes great stories about characters you can relate to, recommend any one of her titles!!

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  • Posted June 5, 2009

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    Knock me off my feet

    This was a very good story I really hated for it to end you get really
    attached to Audie and Quinn and the Romance is very good in this book as well,,, funny, you even laugh to your self a few times, I will defiantly read more of her stories.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 12, 2007

    Funny, Sexy and Sweet

    I thought this book was fantastic! I was a little hesitant to buy it because I haven't loved all of Ms. Donovan's books, but this one was fantastic. It was heart-warming and sweet and the characters felt quite real. I'm from Chicago and Quinn definitely reminded me of the Irish guys I know (some cops, some not) and Autumn was enchanting. And who can't relate to the north side/south side rivalry between the Cubs and White Sox! I'd definitely recommend this book to just about anyone!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 15, 2006

    AMAZING

    This book was wonderful. I could not put it down.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 3, 2006

    Fantastic

    I found this story amazing.It has great humour, romance,mystery,a good plot,and good characters.I found the ending was very sweet. I highly recommend this book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 8, 2005

    HILARIOUS AND SEXY!

    I loved it...it's one of the funniest books i've ever read...the mystery part and romance are well-balanced...this is my favorite of all her books.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 17, 2005

    Knock Me Off My Feet

    This is a great book. I was hooked from the first page on. Please don't stop writting anytime soon.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 21, 2005

    Knock Me Off My Feet

    GREAT! GREAT!! GREAT!!! This book is wonderful. I loved Quinns family and Quinn himself. You must read.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 18, 2003

    A rip roaring good time

    Autumn ¿Audie¿ Adams was following in her mother¿s footsteps as ¿Homey Helen¿ Chicago¿s answer to Martha Steward. But this wasn¿t who Audie really wanted to be in life. Audie had made a promise to her mother that she would carry on with Homey Helen after her mother was gone. Things were going fairly smoothly until her life was threatened. Enter sexy Detective Stacey Quinn. Quinn is determined to get to the bottom of who is stalking this fantastic woman. Quinn draws Audie into his boisterous Irish family, the likes she has never seen before but always wanted. The suspense over who is after Audie will keep you glued to trying to figure out the who done it. What you really will remember about this book is the hot, sizzle between Audie and Quinn. This is a fantastic first book, looking forward to more from this author.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 25, 2003

    Well Done!

    This is one of those books you can't put down once you start reading it! The plot's great, realistic, and intriging. The characters were wonderful, even the unlikable ones. Quinn and Autumn were perfect for each other. Loved the Quinn family, too. I do hope all of SD's future novels will be this interesting and as well written.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 9, 2003

    The 'Big Bang' in Contemporary Romantic Fiction

    Get this book--please! Fans of Cherry Adair and Lori Foster, look out! Susan Donovan is here! This book is outstanding! I read this book after a long hiatus from romantic fiction and what a shock to the system it was! I keep reading it--I can't put it down! If my review seems manic to you, it's because I'm very happy to have read this book! Susan Donovan, don't stop now--you're on a roll!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 30, 2002

    What a great book.....

    What a terrific book, along with a refreshing story line. There¿s a lot going on in this book, aside from the police investigation, as to who¿s responsible for the threats to Homey Helen. We have the baseball and soccer events, the great Irish family get-togethers, and of course the romantic angle. For a new author, keeping all this in balance and still remain unequivocally entertaining, says a lot! As the relationship develops between Audie and Quinn, you find yourself rooting for them to succeed as a couple. Audie needs a real family, and who better to give that to her than Quinn? I fell in love with Quinn and his family. The background characters were well developed, and were almost a story within a story. Also, given the intensity of the threats against Homey Helen, the humor in the other parts of the story keep this book from becoming too bogged down. Plus, the finger points in more than one direction as the identity of the stalker, and keeps you guessing right up to the end. Can¿t wait for Susan Donovan¿s next book!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 2, 2003

    No less than FIVE stars!

    Autumn "Audie" Adams was known as "Homey Helen" of Chicago. She ran a household hints column. Her mother, the original Helen, was mugged and murdered a little over a year before. With her dying breath, Helena made Audie promise to take over the column. It was NOT a job Audie enjoyed, but she was very good at it. Shortly after Helen's death, Audie began to receive threatening letters. They were easily ignored, until they became violent. Detective Stacey Quinn was of the Chicago Police's Violent Crimes Division. He and his partner, Stanley Oleskiewicz, were given the job of catching Audie's stalker. They decided to begin with her ex-boyfriends. The number of them surprised the detectives. (Audie never could hold a relationship together.) The names on the list were famous too. However, one name in particular jumped off the list to smack Stacey. To Stacey, Audie was the perfect woman for him. Convincing HER of that fact would NOT be easy though. ***** I could not stop reading this one. I found it to be full of wit, terrific secondary characters, and some very hot love scenes. I cannot think of a better way to begin my reading of the new year! I have hopes that Stanley will get his own novel. VERY HIGHLY RECOMMENDED! ***** REVIEWER: DETRA FITCH

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    amusing contemporary romance

    Autumn ¿Audie¿ Adams inherited the Homey Helen persona from her mother, who was the Martha Stewart of Chicago. However, Audie and her staff become alarmed when she begins receiving threatening notes from her top fan as well sick presents like dead roses. Violet Crimes Detective Stacey Quinn and his partner Stanley Oleskiewicz are assigned to investigate. Stacy initially believes that Audie made the whole incident up as an excuse to escape the Homey Helen job that she loathes. However, after a tirade, he begins to believe her. As the two cops investigate every aspect of Audie¿s life, they conclude the stalker is someone close to Audie because of how much the unknown assailant knows. As the danger mounts, Audie and Stacey fall in love, but first her shadow must be stopped. KNOCK ME OFF MY FEET is an amusing contemporary romance that contains the ultimate star-crossed lovers: a White Sox fan and a Cub rooter. Readers will enjoy the sparks between the lead couple whether they are in her car, the ballpark, or her office, etc. Both swing the bat hoping this time they hit a home run and not another emotional strike out. The police procedural takes a back seat to the romance so that the increasingly nasty actions of the stalker never quite attain the suspense it should have reached. Still Susan Donovan provides a fun Windy City tale. Harriet Klausner

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    Posted March 27, 2013

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