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"This Could Be The End Of A Beautiful Friendship."

Nothing takes the sheen off a marriage proposal quite like discovering that your prospective fianc‚ already has a wife. And for newspaper writer Alexandra Kenner, this is just the latest in a series of unfortunate relationships that are good for only one thing-badmouthing over beers with her best buddy, Mack Douglas. For a guy-especially a distractingly sexy, determinedly single guy-Mack has his decent side, offering to let Alex stay with him while he helps her ...

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"This Could Be The End Of A Beautiful Friendship."

Nothing takes the sheen off a marriage proposal quite like discovering that your prospective fianc‚ already has a wife. And for newspaper writer Alexandra Kenner, this is just the latest in a series of unfortunate relationships that are good for only one thing-badmouthing over beers with her best buddy, Mack Douglas. For a guy-especially a distractingly sexy, determinedly single guy-Mack has his decent side, offering to let Alex stay with him while he helps her remodel her house, even setting her up with a potential Mr. Right. What more could Alex ask for-except perhaps an encore of that out-of-the-blue, completely earth-shattering kiss Mack just laid on her?

Mack can't pinpoint the moment Alex stopped being the girl next door and became the marquee name in his wildest fantasies. She's always been gorgeous, but lately the commitment-phobic contractor wants her in ways and places that would change their friendship forever. That's something Alex will never risk, unless Mack can find a way to convince her that together they can build something that's bigger, better, and definitely made to last.

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  • ISBN-13: 9781420100365
  • Publisher: Kensington Publishing Corporation
  • Publication date: 12/1/2008
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 352
  • Product dimensions: 4.10 (w) x 6.70 (h) x 1.10 (d)

Meet the Author

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Shirley Jump spends her days eating, shopping and writing romantic comedies for Kensington Books as well as for both Harlequin NeXt and Harlequin Romance to feed her shoe addiction and avoid housework. A wife and mother of two, her sole mission in life is to humiliate her children in public.

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Simply The Best


By SHIRLEY JUMP
ZEBRA BOOKS
Copyright © 2008

Shirley Jump
All right reserved.



ISBN: 978-1-4201-0036-5



Chapter One Mack Douglas wondered some days if Alexandra Kenner even knew he was a man.

She had never looked at Mack the way other women did. Virtually every woman Mack had ever known noticed he was made up of testosterone. Some flirted, some just smiled. Others made their interest quite clear by a shifting of cleavage, a bold invitation to dinner or an even bolder invitation to bed, but Alex-

Alex saw him as a friend. The ugly, curse-of-death F word.

Right now, she was swimming laps in his inground pool, her sleek body streaking back and forth in the bright sunshine, while she worked off a broken heart. Earlier that afternoon she'd told him all about how Edward-or the Evil One, as Mack had come to think of him-had turned out to be married. The bastard had been two-timing his wife and Alex.

Some men, Mack decided, just didn't need to live. And Mack didn't really need to hear the details, either, not from Alex.

Especially not while she was wearing a bikini.

She flipped over, the water sluicing down her skin. He bit back a groan. Shifted from foot to foot. Kept his mouth shut about the effect she was having on him. Again.

He'd never told Alex how he felt. To her, he was just Mack. He always had been. They'd been friends forever, since he saved her from a bee in first grade, and, in turn, she'd given him something to look forward to every morning.

Alex had changed his life when she'd moved next door and become his friend, and he, she'd told him many times, had changed hers. For twenty-two years he'd also seen her as just that-

A friend.

Someone to tell his problems to. Another on his e-mail list to forward that one about the priest and the monkey who went into a bar. The first one he'd call when he scored Red Sox box seats, the last one he'd call at the end of a date when the woman had turned out to think she was the descendant of Marv the Martian.

Then, somewhere along the way, Mack had started to notice Alex. Notice the way she breathed. The scent of her perfume. The shape of her hips, her breasts.

And he'd stopped thinking of her in friendly terms.

It had been, however, a one-sided thought road. For a guy, there were days when that particular avenue was pure agony. Like today.

Alex stopped swimming. "Have you heard a single word I've said in the last ten minutes?"

"Of course," he lied, watching her float on her back in the pool, her breasts poking up in the water, two very enticing flotation devices. Ever since she'd slipped into a swimsuit, his concentration had gone south-and stayed south.

"Uh-huh. So what did I just say?"

"That all men are the scum of the earth. And Edward is king of the scum pond."

Alex laughed. "Close enough." She rolled over onto her stomach, swam across the pool, her strokes even and smooth. Then she hoisted herself out of his pool and Mack had to remember to breathe.

The water cascaded over her breasts, running like a waterfall down every inch of her luscious curves, shimmering along her tiny waist, the arc of her hips, as she climbed up the ladder, then onto the concrete. She swung her long brown hair to one side, squeezed the water out of it, completely unaware of what such a movement made the rest of her body do in that teeny, tiny, hot-pink bikini.

Mack swallowed. Grabbed the beer beside him and knocked back half.

"Thanks, Mack," Alex said, finally grabbing a towel and wrapping it around herself, taking away the best parts from his sight. "I needed that."

I did, too.

With a sigh, he put down the beer. "My pool is open, anytime."

"Despite the fact that you listen about as well as a fence post," she said, grinning, "I appreciate the invitation to come over today. I needed to get as far away from Edward as possible. And I always love your house. To find the best house on the corner, look for the one owned by the carpenter."

"One of these days, you'll let me build you one."

"When I have a need for more than one bedroom." She sat down on the lounge chair and he found himself starting to pray.

Take off the towel and lie back, go for a tan.

"I didn't know what I was going to do after that whole thing with Edward," Alex said. "What kind of guy proposes to a woman while he's still married to someone else?"

"Well, he did say he was separated." Mack figured he'd stand up for his kind, at least a little. Though a big part of him wanted to find Edward, rip the guy's guts out and feed them to the nearest carnivorous animal.

"Separated is not divorced, Mack. You know that. Did you date other women when you were married?"

He winced. Why'd Alex have to bring up that topic? If there was one door to his past that Mack preferred to keep bolted shut, it was the one holding the memories of his short-lived marriage. "You know I didn't cheat. I might have sucked at being a husband, but I never ran around on Samantha. And," Mack said, drawing in a breath, "as Forrest Gump would say, that's all I want to say about that."

"Are you ever going to talk about it with me?"

"Nope."

"I thought we were best friends."

"We are. Which is why I'll keep my nightmares in my own bedroom." He grinned. "No sense keeping you up at night pacing the halls in your fuzzy slippers, now, is there?"

"Mack, that's what friends are for. To be there and hear the good, the bad and the ugly."

"Wanna have a sleepover and find out for sure?" Mack asked. Only half-kidding.

Alex rolled her eyes. "You are incorrigible."

"Which is why I'm divorced. What's Edward's excuse?"

"Don't ask me. Frankly, I think he was hedging his bets." Alex's face reddened with renewed anger. "He had the gall to tell me his wife thought they were 'working things out.' He still goes to counseling with her every Tuesday, for God's sake. Yet, all this time he's been living with me and just happened to forget to mention that he was married. You don't just forget a wife."

"You do if it's convenient for getting you the next one. Sort of like keeping a spare tire in the back of your pickup for emergencies."

"I am not a spare tire." Alex blew a lock of hair out of her face with a gust and shot him a glare. "Why are men such jerks?"

That word got Mack's attention. Reminded him that he had descended into the depths of jerkdom by standing there, praying for Alex to take off the towel so that he could sneak a peek at her body again. Some friend that made him. He sank onto the lounge chair beside her and handed her a beer. "Because we have very tiny brains and we tend to keep them behind our zippers."

Alex laughed. "Seriously."

Mack shrugged. "I don't know. It's hard to think with this tiny brain."

He wasn't exaggerating, either, given that most of his thoughts right now were running down another track entirely, and being dictated by the brain behind his zipper. Clearly, given his past relationship record and present thought patterns, he shouldn't be the spokesperson for the male population. He didn't exactly make them look good.

Nor was he any better at commitment than Edward was. At least Edward had stayed married. Ever since Mack's single failed attempt-which lasted only slightly longer than the average Hollywood marriage-Mack had steered clear of matrimony-as clear as one man could steer of the institution. He'd sooner put his head through a crosscut shredder than repeat that mistake.

Alex sighed. "All I've ever wanted to do is meet one nice guy. Why is that so hard?"

"Why do you want to?" Mack asked, leaning forward, propping his elbows on his knees. "I mean, aren't you working hard on becoming reporter of the year over there at the City Times? Why bother adding in the complication of a relationship?"

He, for one, couldn't imagine that kind of future, not in a million years. He'd learned his lesson-the bachelor life was the best one for him. No one to answer to, no one to wonder why he came home late from work. No one to question a damn thing he did, which was why he now stuck to the kind of relationship where he got in quick, got out quicker.

Even if lately all that had begun to feel as empty as a light beer. Was he missing out on some secret the rest of the world knew and he didn't? Or was he just having some kind of weird male hormonal thing?

Probably a vitamin B deficiency. Yeah, that was it.

Alex put aside the beer. "How long have you known me, Mack?"

"Forever."

"And in all that time, did I ever have a normal family? Parents? A golden retriever? Hell, I couldn't have paid Oliver Twist to change places with me as a little kid, at least until I went to live with my grandmother. Most kids dream of a pony for Christmas. Me, I just wanted ..."

Alex drew in a breath, looked away for a moment, making Mack's chest tighten in sympathy, because he knew the moment that had changed Alex's life, the day when everything went downhill.

Then she straightened and became her sassy self again. "Well, who wants to be Oliver Twist, anyway? Annie was the one who ended up with Daddy Warbucks." She grinned.

"And the dog, don't forget the dog." At the mention of the three-letter word, Mack's mutt, Chester, got to his feet and padded over to them, tongue lolling, tail wagging. His whole body shaking with include-me-in-this-too. The tan dog was a mess of breeds-long ears, a short tail, and a squat, barrel body.

Alex bent down and patted Chester. He looked up at her with complete adoration, his tail whirling like a helicopter rotor. "Look at him. Anyone else would have called this dog a lost cause, but not you."

"Are you saying my dog is ugly?"

"He's not a Yorkie pup, let me put it that way." Alex rubbed Chester's ears and he let out a doggie groan.

For the first time since Mack had rescued Chester from behind a Dumpster on a construction site a year ago, Mack was jealous of his own dog.

"But he's cute."

"Like his owner?"

Alex laughed. "Since when do you fish for compliments?"

Since he'd started wondering what Alex thought of him. Since Alex started paying more attention to his dog than to him. "Hey, I'm a guy. My ego is always in a fragile state."

Alex's laughter deepened. "Nothing about you is fragile, Mack." She scratched Chester under the chin and the dog flopped onto the ground, offering up his belly for the same manual adoration.

Mack swallowed hard. He would have started eating Alpo just to trade places with his dog. "Well, just having a dog doesn't mean your life is on the right track."

A dog hadn't filled in all the gaps. Hadn't helped quiet the continual craving in Mack's gut for something-what, he didn't know-but something he was missing. Like a platter that wasn't on his personal buffet. He'd tried everything in his life to find that dish, but it hadn't worked.

Maybe he just needed a vacation. A break from the mundaneness of work. Yeah. A couple weeks on a beach, and he'd get this ... this sense of dissatisfaction out of his system. And maybe also shed this constant want for what he couldn't have.

Chester spied a squirrel in the yard and scrambled after it.

Alex sat back and let out a sigh. "I have almost everything I ever wanted, careerwise, and what I don't have, I can get myself. I can make that part of my life work like a watch, but when it comes to relationships, I've got two black thumbs. I'd just like something, or rather, someone, that's normal in my life."

"You've got me."

She laughed. "You, my hulking friend, are far from normal." Alex leaned back, turned her face up to meet the summer sun. "I'm serious. All these years, I've been dating, and it's the same old story. Single woman in the city finding jerk number seven hundred and sixty two. I want a change. I want a man like me."

Mack arched a brow. "Like you?"

"Someone who wants to cut through the crap of a relationship, be honest and maybe ... I don't know, settle down, at least for a little while. Except ..." Alex paused.

"The whole idea of settling down scares the crap out of you?"

"Yeah." She laughed. "I guess we're two of a kind that way, aren't we?"

"Absolutely. I wouldn't come within a hundred yards of an altar again if you paid me." He'd learned his lesson there. Should have been smart enough not to even attempt it in the first place. He wasn't cut out for the stifling blanket of marriage, and had made Samantha's life miserable.

He knew, because she'd told him. A thousand times. Then she'd slammed the door so hard it had cracked the jamb. The next time he'd seen her had been across the table in her attorney's office.

"But I'm ready to take a chance now," Alex said. "Be a grown-up."

He laughed. "A grown-up? Now that sounds boring."

"What's boring is the dating rat race. I am so sick of it. I'm D-O-N-E. I want a solid, stable relationship."

He mocked a yawn, teasing her. "How fun is that?"

"Is it so unusual to want a man who comes home when he says he will? Give me one dependable guy who doesn't think honesty is a sexually transmitted disease, and I'll be happy for the rest of my life."

Mack thought about that for a second. In his current role as representative of the male population, he made all men look like hedonistic liars. Okay, so some of them were. Hell, he'd been known to have a few of those tendencies once in a while.

Maybe more than once in a while.

"So, what are you going to do if you find this needle in the X-Y haystack?" Mack asked.

Alex raised and dropped one bare shoulder. Mack's hand curled tighter around his beer. The cold glass bottle was no substitute for the warm skin a few feet away.

"Maybe," she said. "I might even fall in love."

He grinned. "I'd say you have the falling in love part down pat."

She leaned over and smacked him. "Thanks a lot."

When she moved like that, Mack had to grab his beer so he wouldn't stare down her bikini top again. Why couldn't Alex wear a one-piece, like other women? Why did that damn towel have to keep slipping?

She drew in a breath, raising her breasts. Up. Down. Up. Down. "What would you say if I told you I even considered getting married?"

He put a hand over his mouth, feigning shock. "I'd probably faint."

"Well, I did. I know, I know, next to you, I'm one of the most commitment-phobic people out there. But for a second there, when Edward proposed, it didn't sound as scary as I thought it would. Until I found out he was married." She wagged a finger in Mack's direction. "Then I wanted to kill him."

"Good thing you didn't. It's kind of hard to meet Mr. Right when you're sitting on death row."

She stuck out her tongue at him. Ten years ago, he'd have found that funny. Now it made him want her. Wanted to capture that tongue in his mouth, curl his own around hers. His groin tightened and his pulse began to thunder in his temples. Damn, he needed a date-with someone other than Alex.

"Edward may have been a jerk, but he made me think. Maybe it is time I grew up, settled down. Became a big girl. But no kids. That's not me. Definitely not me." A shadow fell over her face and she looked away.

Mack's heart broke for her all over again. He reached out a hand in Alex's direction, but she was too far away for him to touch.

Always too far. Always drawing into herself, away from him, from everyone.

Oh, Alex, he thought, will you ever forgive yourself?

Then she straightened, and the shadow washed away, replaced by her normal sunny countenance. "But marriage sounds ... nice," she went on. "Like that one dessert I never tasted in the restaurant, but everyone tells me is really great."

A sweet, slow smile took over her face, a smile that socked him in the gut.

Holy Mother of God. He needed to find a way-if only for his own peace of mind-to get Alex out of sight. Then maybe he could forget her. Move on. Think about other women for a change. Women who didn't want the kind of permanence Alex had just described. The kind that caused his throat to swell, his chest to constrict. No way was he going to voluntarily sign up for the kind of pain patrol his father and best friend were already walking. The kind of pain he'd already experienced. Only an idiot put his head in the guillotine twice.

But he also wasn't going to keep on flogging himself with Alex's presence, either. "What if, uh, what if I helped you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Helped you find a man. One who isn't a jerk? Who actually has more than one brain cell and walks without dragging his knuckles on the ground?"

She laughed. "You mean you'd help me find my happy ending? Get this Cinderella a prince?" (Continues...)




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  • Posted February 21, 2009

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    Simply the Best by Shirley Jump

    If you like 'friends to lovers' books, then Shirley Jump's "Simply the Best" should be on your must-read list. She's penned a tale of two best friends who are real people with real problems yet come to learn that the one they have always relied on turns out to be the one that will always be there.

    Alexandra is tired of playing at relationships. She's 27 and it's time for her to grow up and be an adult. That means no more flings, she's looking for the real thing. But before she can look to the future, she'll have to come to terms with her past. The mother who bore her too young, the sister who died, and her fears of abandonment. Lucky for her, she's got her best friend Mack who's always been there for her.

    Mack's best friend has always been Alex. He's been her protector, her listener, and her hero. She's stuck with him through good and bad and he can't imagine his life without her even though his disastrous and short-lived marriage made him realize the 'white picket fence' was not for him. So why is it that lately he's been having these 'feelings' for Alex? Hot, sweaty, lustful feelings? But also warm, sweet, and tender feelings? He knows she wants marriage, but since that's something he can't do, would it be better to try and quash these feelings?

    I loved every minute of this book (and the cover ain't too bad either)! It's got sweetness and heat and trauma and healing. The characters will stay in your head and your heart after you finish their story. I can almost see them now--three kids playing in the backyard with two grandparents and one great-gran watching over them while Alex and Mack fight over the grill utensils. See? They're people I want to know and spend time with and I can't think of a better compliment for a writer's story.

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    a fine contemporary romance

    For over two decades, Mack Douglas and Alexandra Kenner have been friends and neighbors. They are always there for one another, but neither shows any sexual inclination towards their pal. In fact Mack muses whether Alex even realizes he is not just one of the ¿girls¿ and likewise Alex ponders whether Mack knows she is one of the girls. When the reporter¿s house is under renovation, Mack invites her to stay in his; which she accepts at the same time she ends another losing relationship.<BR/><BR/>A confirmed bachelor, Mack finds himself fantasizing about sex with Alex. His upper head is embarrassed by his sexual musing, but the libido of his lower head is rock solid. Meanwhile Alex begins to realize she wants more than friendship with the contractor next door, but how to seduce the commitment wary Mack becomes her obsession even more than her career, which until she moved in was her number one goal. <BR/><BR/>SIMPLY THE BEST is a fine contemporary romance starring two best buddies falling in love with neither knowing how to proceed. The tale is fun to follow due to the wary antics of Mack and Alex as each covets the other, but hides as best they can their desire to change their relationship. This is simply a lighthearted When Harry Met Sally frolic.<BR/><BR/>Harriet Klausner

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