Rumor Has It

Rumor Has It

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Would you be tempted?

Newly single, Tilly Cole impulsively accepts a job offer in a small town as a "Girl Friday." Fun job, country house, fresh start, why not? But soon she finds herself in a hotbed of gossip, intrigue, and rampant rivalry for the town's most desirable bachelor-Jack Lucas.

Rumors of Jack's "love 'em and leave 'em" escapes abound,

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Would you be tempted?

Newly single, Tilly Cole impulsively accepts a job offer in a small town as a "Girl Friday." Fun job, country house, fresh start, why not? But soon she finds herself in a hotbed of gossip, intrigue, and rampant rivalry for the town's most desirable bachelor-Jack Lucas.

Rumors of Jack's "love 'em and leave 'em" escapes abound, and Tilly decides to do the mature, sensible thing... avoid Jack at all cost. But the more time Tilly spends with Jack, the more the rumors just don't make sense. Tilly doesn't know what to believe... and Jack's not telling.

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"When you need a relaxing, fun book to help you unwind and have a laugh or two, reach for RUMOR HAS IT. You won't go wrong." - Thoughts in Progress

"Quirky English village life at its very best, with interesting characters, gossip, and romantic machinations." - Thoughts From and Evil Overlord

"I adore Jill Mansell... the perfect amount of light fluffiness mixed with a perfect dry wit to make her novels the perfect confection. " - Bellas Novellas

"Rumor Has It is a light heartfelt read that will have you laughing all the way to the last page.
" - I Heart Book Gossip

"Originality, wonderful characters, and delicious humor." - Between the Pages

"A fantastic, fun read." - Laura's Reviews

"Quick, witty and always entertaining." - A Bookworm's World

"Full of great characters who have even greater relationships... so delightful." - She Read a Book

"Fun and full of life... very humorous. " - Books and Needlpoint

"Mansell keeps the reader engaged and speculating." - Mrs. Q Book Addict

"Light and funny and fast paced. Perfect for this summer." - Books with a Cup of Coffee

" I enjoyed the humor, the friendships, the unfolding of the loves stories, each of which drew the characters into a richer sense of life and a fuller sense of love." - Love Romance Passion

"I am devouring Jill's books... fun and easy reads with some funny aspects thrown in." - Cindy's Love Of Books

"Never a dull moment and every page was filled with juicy gossip... resembles Sophie Kinsella" - Steph the Bookworm

"I know I'll be adding more of Jill Mansell's book to my radar for when I need a good, comfort read." - Bookgirl's Nightstand

"Mansell has a writing style that will make readers stand up and pay attention as well as fall of their chairs in laughter." - Savvy Verse & Wit

"Mansell comes up with another hilarious madcap and satisfying read!" - Starting Fresh

"An excellent tall... Both light hearted and serious ." - Romance Reviews Today

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ISBN-13:
9781402247002
Publisher:
Sourcebooks
Publication date:
05/01/2010
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NOOK Book
Pages:
416
Sales rank:
87,438
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Rumor Has It


By Jill Mansell

Sourcebooks, Inc.

Copyright © 2010 Jill Mansell
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4022-4700-2


CHAPTER 1

How weird that you could push open your front door and know in an instant that something was wrong.

Tilly stopped in the doorway, her hand fumbling for the light switch. Back from work at six o'clock on a cold Thursday evening in February, there was no reason to believe that anything should be different.

But it was; she could feel it. She could tell.

Flick went the light switch, on came the light. So much for spooky sixth sense; the reason opening the door had felt different was because the hall carpet had gone.

The hall carpet? Had Gavin spilled something on it? Mystified, her heels clacking on the bare floorboards, Tilly headed for the living room.

What was going on? She gazed around the room, taking everything — or rather the lack of everything — in. OK, they'd either been targeted by extremely picky burglars or ...

He'd left the letter propped up on the mantelpiece. Gavin was nothing if not predictable. He had probably consulted some etiquette guru: Dear Miss Prim, I'm planning on leaving my girlfriend without a word of warning — how should I go about explaining to her what I've done?

To which Miss Prim would have replied: Dear Gavin, Oh dear, poor you! In a situation such as this, the correct method is to convey the necessary information in a handwritten letter — not in an email and please not in a text message! — and leave it in the center of the mantelpiece where it can't be missed.

Because, in all honesty, what other reason could there be? Tilly conducted a rapid inventory. Why else would the DVD recorder — hers — still be there, but the TV — his — be missing? Why else would three-quarters of the DVDs be gone (war films, sci-fi, and the like), leaving only the slushy make-you-cry films and romantic comedies? Why else would the coffee table given to them by Gavin's mother have vanished while the — 'Tilly? Coo-eee! Only me!'

Damn, she hadn't shut the door properly. And now Babs from across the landing was doing her exaggerated tiptoeing thing, as if that made barging into someone else's flat somehow acceptable.

'Hello, Babs.' Tilly turned; maybe Babs had a message for her from Gavin. Or maybe he'd asked her to pop round and check that she was all right. 'Did you want to borrow some tea bags?'

'No thanks, petal, I've tea bags coming out of my ears. I just wanted to see how you're doing. Oh, you poor thing, and there was me thinking the two of you were so happy together ... I had no idea!' Bright green earrings jangled as Babs shook her head, overcome with emotion. 'Love's young dream, that's what Desmond and I used to call you. Bless your heart, and all this time you've been bottling it up. I wish you could've told me; you know I'm always happy to listen.'

Happy to listen? Babs lived to listen to other people's woes. Gossip was her middle name, her number one hobby. Then again, you couldn't dislike her; she was a good-hearted, well-meaning soul, in an avid, meddling kind of way.

'I would have told you,' said Tilly. 'If I'd known.'

'Oh my GOOD LORD!' Babs let out a high-pitched shriek of disbelief. 'You mean ...?'

'Gavin's done a runner. Well' — Tilly reached for the letter on the mantelpiece — 'either that or he's been kidnapped.'

'Except when I saw him loading his belongings into the rental van this afternoon, he didn't have any kidnappers with him.' Her expression sympathetic, Babs said, 'Only his mam and dad.'

* * *

The commuter-packed train from Paddington pulled into Roxborough station the following evening. It was Friday, it was seven fifteen, and everyone was going home.

Except me, I'm escaping mine.

And there was Erin, waiting on the platform, bundled up against the cold in a bright pink coat and waving madly as she spotted Tilly through the window.

Just the sight of her made Tilly feel better. She couldn't imagine not having Erin as her best friend. Ten years ago when she had been deciding whether to do her degree course at Liverpool or Exeter, she could have chosen Liverpool and it would never have happened. But she'd gone for Exeter instead — something about the seasidey feel to it and possibly the fact that a friend of a friend had happened to mention that there were loads of fit boys at Exeter — and there had been Erin, in the room next to hers in the halls of residence. The two of them had hit it off from day one, the platonic equivalent of love at first sight. It was weird to think that if she'd gone to Liverpool instead — where there would surely have been hordes of equally fit boys — she would have a completely different best friend, a tall skinny triathlete, say, called Monica. God, imagine that.

'Oof.' Erin gasped as Tilly's hug knocked the air from her lungs. 'What's this in aid of?'

'I'm glad you aren't a triathlete called Monica.'

'Blimey, you and me both.' Shuddering at the thought, Erin tucked her arm through Tilly's. 'Come on, you. Let's get home. I've made sticky toffee pudding.'

'You see?' Tilly beamed. 'Monica would never say that. She'd say, "Why don't we go out for a nice ten-mile run, that'll cheer us up!"'

Erin's flat, as quirky and higgledy-piggledy as the properties that lined Roxborough's High Street, was a one-bedroomed affair situated on the first floor, above the shop she'd been running as a dress exchange for the last seven years. Working in a shop hadn't been her dream career when she'd graduated from Exeter with a first-class degree in French, but Erin's plans to work in Paris as a translator had been dashed the month after her twenty-first birthday when her mother had suffered a stroke. Overnight, Maggie Morrison had been transformed from a bright, bubbly antiques dealer into a fragile, forgetful shadow of her former self. Devastated, Erin had given up the dream job in Paris and moved back to Roxborough to nurse her mother. A complete ignoramus where antiques were concerned, she converted the shop into an upmarket dress exchange and did her best to combine caring for Maggie with keeping the business afloat.

Three years after the first stroke, a second one took Maggie's life. Grief mingled with relief, which in turn engendered more guilt-fuelled grief, but this was when the inhabitants of Roxborough had come into their own. Having always intended to move back to Paris once the unthinkable had happened, Erin realized she no longer wanted to. Roxborough, an ancient market town in the center of the Cotswolds, was a wonderful place to live. The people were caring and supportive, there was real community spirit, and the business was doing well. This was where she was happy and loved, so why move away?

And now, almost four years on, Erin had even more reason to be happy with her decision to stay. But she wouldn't tell Tilly yet, not while she was still reeling from Gavin's disappearing act. That would definitely be insensitive.

Although it had to be said, Tilly didn't seem to be reeling too badly. It had come as a shock, of course it had, but discovering that her live-in boyfriend had moved out appeared to have left her surprised rather than distraught.

'I phoned him this afternoon,' Tilly said now, between spoonfuls of sticky toffee pudding. 'Honestly, you wouldn't believe it. He couldn't face telling me in person in case I cried, so doing a bunk was the only thing he could think of. He's moved back in with his parents and he's sorry, but he just didn't feel we were going anywhere. So he left!' She shook her head in disbelief. 'Which leaves me stuck with a flat there's no way I can afford on one salary, and I can't even advertise for a flatmate because there's only one bedroom. I mean, talk about selfish!'

'Would you have cried? If he'd told you face to face?'

'What? God, I don't know. Maybe.'

'Maybe? If you're madly in love with someone and they dump you, you're supposed to cry.' Erin licked her spoon and pointed it at Tilly. 'You're supposed to cry buckets.'

Tilly looked defensive. 'Not necessarily. I could be heartbroken on the inside.'

'Buckets,' repeated Erin. 'Which makes me think you're not actually that heartbroken at all. In fact, you might actually be quite relieved Gavin's gone. Because secretly, deep down, you wanted him to finish with you because you couldn't bring yourself to do the deed yourself.'

Tilly flushed and said nothing.

'Ha! See? I'm right, aren't I?' Erin let out a crow of delight. 'It's Mickey Nolan all over again. You really liked him to begin with, then it all got a bit boring and you didn't know how to chuck him without hurting his feelings. So you did that whole distancing yourself thing until he realized the relationship had run out of steam. And Darren Shaw,' she suddenly remembered. 'You did the same with him. You feel guilty about finishing with boyfriends so you force them to finish with you. I can't believe I never spotted it before.'

It was a light bulb moment. 'You could be right,' Tilly admitted.

'I am right!'

'Did I ever tell you about Jamie Dalston?'

'No. Why, did you do it to him too?'

'No, we went out for a couple of weeks when I was fifteen. Then I realized he was a bit weird so I dumped him.' Tilly paused, gazing into the fire as she dredged up long-forgotten memories. 'That was when it started getting awkward, because Jamie didn't want to be dumped. He used to phone the house all the time, and walk up and down our road. If I went out, he'd follow me. Then, when it was my birthday, he sent me some quite expensive jewelry. My mum took it round to his mum's and the police got involved. I don't know exactly what happened, but I think he'd stolen the money to buy the jewelry. Anyway, his family moved away a couple of weeks later and I never saw him again, but it frightened the living daylights out of me. And reading in the papers about ex-boyfriends turning into stalkers always creeps me out. I suppose that's why I'd rather let the other person do the dumping. That way, they're less likely to stalk you afterwards.'

'So you are actually quite glad Gavin's gone,' said Erin.

'Well, it wasn't working out. He was so set in his ways. I did feel kind of trapped,' Tilly confessed. 'But his mother kept telling me what a catch he was and I didn't have the heart to say, "Yes, but couldn't he be a bit less boring?"'

'But you moved into the flat with him,' Erin pointed out. 'Was he boring from the word go?'

'That's just it! I don't know! I think he probably was, but he hid it well. He definitely didn't tell me he belonged to a model airplane club until after I'd moved in,' said Tilly. 'And he completely forgot to mention the bell-ringing. Oh God, I'm so ashamed. How could I have gone out with someone for six months and not known they were a secret bell-ringer?'

'Come on.' Erin's tone was consoling as she put the empty pudding bowls on the coffee table and stood up. 'It's stopped raining. Let's go to the pub.'

CHAPTER 2

The joy of living at one end of Roxborough High Street was that the Lazy Fox was situated at the other end of it, far enough away for you not to need earplugs at home if they were having one of their karaoke evenings but close enough to stagger back after a good night. Tilly enjoyed the atmosphere in the pub, the mix of customers, and the cheerful staff. She loved the way Declan the landlord, upon hearing her just-been-chucked story from Erin, said easily, 'Fellow must be mad. Come and live in Roxborough. Fresh country air and plenty of cider — that'll put hairs on your chest.'

Tilly grinned. 'Thanks, but I'm a townie.'

'Damn cheek. This is a town!'

'She means London,' said Erin.

'That's a terrible place to live.' Declan shook his head. 'We're much nicer.'

'I've got a job up there,' Tilly explained.

He looked suitably impressed. 'Oh, a job. Prime Minister? Director General of the BBC?'

Erin gave his hand a smack. 'Declan, leave her alone.'

'Our newspapers have proper news,' Tilly riposted, entertained by his sarkiness and poking at the copy of the Roxborough Gazette he'd been reading between customers. 'What's that on your front page? Cow falls through cattle grid? On your front page!'

'Ah, but isn't it great that we aren't awash with terrorists and murderers?' Declan winked at her. 'That's why I like it here. And I lived in London for thirty years.'

'What happened to the cow anyway?' Tilly leaned across, but he whisked the newspaper away.

'Oh no, anyone who laughs at our headlines doesn't get to find out how the stories turn out. Was the cow winched to safety by the fire brigade, lifted up out of the grid like a parachutist on rewind? Or was it left dangling there to die a horrible death? Now that's what I call a moo-ving tale ...'

Declan relented as they were leaving two hours later, folding the Gazette and slipping it into Tilly's green and gold leather shoulder bag. 'There you go; you can read the rest yourself. It may not be the Evening Standard but our paper has its own charm, you know. In fact, in some ways it's udderly compelling.'

The awful thing was, after three pints of cider Tilly secretly found this funny. Somehow she managed to keep a straight face.

'So that's why you were drummed out of London. For making bad puns.'

'Got it in one, girl. And I'm glad they did. In fact,' said Declan, 'I'll be for-heifer grateful.'

Once outside on the street, closing time hunger pangs struck, and they were forced to head up the road to the fish and chip shop. While they waited to be served, Tilly unfolded the paper and read that the cow — a pretty black and white Friesian called Mabel — had indeed been winched to safety by the Roxborough fire brigade and reunited with her calf, Ralph. Ahh, well that was good to hear. Better than a lingering death with its legs dangling through the grid and poor baby Ralph mooing piteously ...

'Oh sorry, one haddock and chips, please, and one cod and chips.'

Back out on the pavement, Tilly greedily unwrapped the steaming hot parcel and tore off her first hunk of batter.

'Mm, mmm.'

'I'm going to save mine until we get home,' said Erin.

'You can't! That's what old people do! Fish and chips taste a million times better in the open air.'

'I'm twenty-eight,' Erin said happily. 'I'm knocking on. And so are you.'

'Cheek!' Outraged, Tilly threw a chip at her. 'I'm not old; I'm a spring chicken.'

A couple of teenage boys, crossing the street, snorted and nudged each other. Tilly heard one of them murmur, 'In her dreams.'

'For heaven's sake!' Indignantly Tilly spread her arms. 'Why is everyone having a go at me tonight? Twenty-eight isn't geriatric. I'm in my prime!'

The other boy grinned. 'In two years' time you'll be thirty. That's geriatric.'

'I can do anything you can do,' Tilly said heatedly. 'Pipsqueak.'

'Go on then, try peeing up against that wall.'

Damn, she hated smart kids.

'Or do this,' called out the first boy, taking a run-up and effortlessly leapfrogging the fixed, dome-topped trash can just down from the chip shop.

Oh yes, this was more like it. Peeing up against walls might be problematic, but leapfrog was practically her specialist subject. On the minus side, she was wearing a fairly short skirt, but on the plus side, it was nice and stretchy. Dumping her parcel of fish and chips in Erin's arms, Tilly took a run up and launched herself at the bin.

Vaulting it went without a hitch; she sailed balletically over the top like Olga Korbut. It was when she landed that it all went horribly wrong. Honestly, though, what were the chances of your left foot landing on the very chip you'd earlier thrown at your best friend after she'd called you old?

'EEEEYYYYAAA!' Tilly let out a shriek as her left leg scooted off at an angle and her arms went windmilling through the air. She heard Erin call out in horror, 'Mind the —' a millisecond before she cannoned into the side of the parked car.

Ouch, it might have broken her fall but it still hurt. Splattered against it like a cartoon character, Tilly belatedly noticed that it was an incredibly clean and glossy car.

'Hey!' yelled an unamused male voice from some way up the street.

Well, it had been incredibly clean and glossy up until five seconds ago. Peeling herself away from the car, Tilly saw the marks her fish-and-chip greasy fingers had left on the passenger door, the front wing, and the formerly immaculate side window. With the sleeve of her jacket she attempted to clean off the worst of the smears. The male voice behind her, sounding more annoyed than ever, shouted out, 'Have you scratched my paintwork?'

'No I haven't, and you shouldn't have been parked there anyway. It's double yellows.' Glancing over her shoulder and checking he was too far away to catch her, Tilly retrieved her fish and chips from Erin, then did what any self-respecting twenty-eight-year-old would do and legged it down the road.


(Continues...)

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Meet the Author

UK bestselling author Jill Mansell has written twenty romances, and sold over 4 million books. A master of romantic comedy, her smart, sassy style has an irresistible appeal for women of all ages. A full-time writer, Ms. Mansell worked for many years at the Burden Neurological Hospital, Bristol. She lives with her partner and their children in Bristol, England.


With over 9 million copies sold, New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Jill Mansell writes irresistible and funny romantic tales for women in the tradition of Marian Keyes and Sophie Kinsella. She worked for many years at the Burden Neurological Hospital, Bristol, and now writes full time. She lives with her partner and their children in Bristol, England.

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MasonCanyon More than 1 year ago
I was intrigued when I read the blurb about RUMOR HAS IT. Newly single Tilly Cole impulsively moves to a small town, only to find she's arrived in a hotbed of gossip, intrigue, and rampant rivalry for the most desirable man-Jack Lucas, whose reputation is beyond bad. Tilly has no intention of becoming another notch on his bedpost. But she finds the thoughtful, caring guy she comes to value as a friend doesn't seem to fit the town's playboy image. Should she listen to her friends or her heart? Is Tilly being mature and sensible-or running away from the love of her life? After reading the book, I don't think the blurb really does the book complete justice. Don't get me wrong, it's a good blurb and gets your attention. However, there is so much more going on with the other characters that's not mentioned. There are several basic storylines happening at the same time. Author Jill Mansell has a unique way of intertwining all the storylines so they flow smoothly from one to the next and back again naturally. Besides the fascinating story of Till and her attraction to the town's Casanova, Jack; you have her best friend Erin, who owns a consignment dress shop. Erin falls for Fergus, who is estranged from Stella. Their story is funny, outrageous, sweet and touching. To have Erin's grace would be amazing. Next you have Tilly's new box, Max, and his 13-year-old daughter, Lou. Max owns an interior design company and is gay. Lou is a typical teenager with moments of grownup wisdom. Also in the mix is Max's ex-wife, Kaye, a Hollywood actress. Kaye finds herself in a wee bit of trouble in the states, returns to Roxborough and soon has the attention of a "stalker" from New York. All of this may sound a little confusing, but not to worry. RUMOR HAS IT is a delightful read from the opening line until the last word with no confusing bumps along the way. If you enjoy YOU'VE GOT MAIL or SLEEPLESS IN SEATTLE, you don't want to miss this book. It will have you laughing out loud, shaking your head in disbelief, stunned at some of the outrageous behavior, and even shedding a tear or two of joy and sorrow. This may be a chick-lit book, but I think male readers will enjoy it too. They just may not tell anyone they've read it. As for the central figure, Tilly. She's a wonderful character. She has the normal faults and concerns we all have. She does, however, find herself in some unusual circumstances from time to time. When you need a relaxing, fun book to help you unwind and have a laugh or two, reach for RUMOR HAS IT. You won't go wrong.
vickytren More than 1 year ago
This is a great book. Breathtaking. Beautiful. Recommend it!
BookaholicTracy More than 1 year ago
This was a great great read. The writing is beautiful, the story wonderful. I can't wait for the next book to come out.
pinkixniki More than 1 year ago
I became a huge Mansell fan by accident. Actually, i saw the cover for one of her books about a year ago and decided to buy it because of two reasons: one -- i was a fanatical british chick lit reader and, two -- I thought the cover was pretty. I'm not even joking. Luckily enough, the pretty cover matched the story inside! I immediately started researching other novels written by Mansell. Then i had read a review about this novel and just judging from the back cover i could NOT WAIT to get my hands on a copy. I was even researching if i would be able to have one sent to me overseas! I decided to wait it out the grueling 6 or 7 months to FINALLY get this book. and let me tell you... good things come to those who wait!!! Meet Tilly Cole and her lovely group of friends. Of course she notices Jack Lucas -- everyone in town certainly has. But with fair warning from her friends, she keeps in mind that Jack has a bedpost with one too many notches on it. So, naturally she keeps her guard up, at least she tries to but not without difficulty. Jack is just so amazingly charming and sweet that I wish wish wisssshhhh that he were a real person! The cast of characters were certainly something. Lou and Max were some of my favorite. However, compared to past Mansell novels i've read, i just wasn't as caught up in the subplots in this one compared to Miranda's big mistake. Or maybe it was just because i was so into Jack and Tilly that i got annoyed when she strayed off of their storyline. All things in mind though, this is definitely a novel i think you should read, especially if you're a fan of British chick-lit! It definitely had it's funny moments and touching scenes. Mansell's writing is flowing and easy to read. It epitomizes everything i love and adore about british culture just from my love of brit chick-lit. I devoured this book in a day and a half. And I'll probably sit and read it again some time in the near future.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Very English, you can guess the meaning of some of the words but a good story that wraps up quickly at the end. Really should have been 100 pages longer.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Liked the book cover, so decided to try this book. I recently traveled this part of England and really enjoyed reading a modern story about village life. I especially enjoyed how the author develops her characters. I really felt like I knew them personally. By the end of the story, I was sad to leave the village of Roxborough. Luckily, Jill Mansell has more villages to discover! Can't wait to read more of her books!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A nice fluffy chick-lit romantic comedy type deal. Kind of Sophie Kinsella-esque, which is why I picked it up. I'm definitely going to give her other books a go.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I absolutely loved this book! I have been looking for a good chic lit novel and was failing until coming across Jill Mansell. I have read the ending to this book a half a dozen times now. It has love and tragedy and surprises around every corner that i could not have predicted. I want to immediately reread it but instead will read more of her books in hopes that i can forget the details and be joyfully surprised all over again!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Funny, entertaining and engaging
BtO More than 1 year ago
Of the four Mansell books I've read this was my least favorite but it was still an enjoyable read. My biggest problem with any of her books is how fast they go by.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Loved the story. It was very enjoyable and humorous. My only complaint was that it needed better editing. There were many, many words splt apart, like the word frustrating for example was fru strating - which I did find very annoying.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book is one of the best books i have ever read, i recommended it for teens and up. Its filled with romance ahd adventure and its just amazing. Bravo!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Jill Mansell is an interesting writer. All her books are a good read.
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A light-hearted, fun read. I enjoy Jill Mansell's whit and sense of humor and find her books fun and entertaining. "Rumor Has It" was no different.
JGeiger1234 More than 1 year ago
This is the first Jill Mansell book I have read. It was really smartly written. I like that the characters have class and personality. They do not just jump into bed with people and everything turns up roses and wedding bells like in other romance novels. Her characters are smart, funny, and have great hearts. They also have self respect. I was highly impressed by this author. I have started on another of her books and will continue to her novels. This book was a great find.
Anonymous 9 days ago
I Enjoyed the characters and the storylines.
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All her books are pretty much the same
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I enjoyed this this story i will read another
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