Take a Chance on Me [NOOK Book]

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They've Got Nothing In Common...
For animal behaviorist Emma Jenkins, romance has been at the bottom of her daily "to do" list since making it through a messy divorce. But everything changes the day six-feet-of-gorgeous Thomas Tobin walks into her office with a quivering Chinese Crested named Hairy, a canine that looks more like an underfed rodent than a dog. Sure Thomas is...
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Take a Chance on Me

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Overview


They've Got Nothing In Common...
For animal behaviorist Emma Jenkins, romance has been at the bottom of her daily "to do" list since making it through a messy divorce. But everything changes the day six-feet-of-gorgeous Thomas Tobin walks into her office with a quivering Chinese Crested named Hairy, a canine that looks more like an underfed rodent than a dog. Sure Thomas is sending her mixed signals-but that charming smile just sent Emma's dormant sex drive through the roof...

But Animal Attraction-
Thomas isn't looking for a fling. In fact, he wants nothing to do with women. He just wants to know if Hairy witnessed his owner's murder. But something tells him that asking Emma to help him with the case will spell nothing but trouble-trouble in the form of serious temptation.

And the Willingness To Take A Chance On Love
Thomas knows that relying on Emma's expertise-and her soft touch with a weird dog that has somehow become his-may be a crazy way to track a killer. Especially when Emma's down-home warmth makes him want to believe that anything is possible-even true love.


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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
Donovan (Knock Me Off My Feet, etc.) returns with a frisky caper centered around a tiny hairless dog known as a Chinese Crested. Thomas Tobin-an undercover investigator of paid "hits"-discovers little Hairy trembling near the body of a key informant. Feeling responsible for the man's death, the usually cynical Thomas takes Hairy home, then consults animal behaviorist Emma Jenkins to help fix the dog's decidedly weird behavior. Emma responds immediately to Thomas's blinding sex appeal, but her recent divorce and her adoption of her best friend's orphaned daughter leave her with little energy for romance. Despite painful baggage of his own, Thomas is less ambivalent. The discovery that Hairy may hold a clue to the murder gives him an excuse to hire Emma again. Meanwhile, Emma's shady ex-husband Aaron-the murderer Thomas is seeking-re-enters their lives in a dramatic way. The early revelation of Aaron's guilt undercuts the suspense, but the book's comic sharpness picks up the slack. The humorous interactions among Thomas, Emma and Emma's quirky family give the book a golden warmth as earthy as its rural Maryland setting. But there are also enough explicit erotic interludes to please readers who like their romances spicy. (Aug.) Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information.
RT Bookclub magazine (4 1/2 stars)
"If ever there was a hysterically funny pairing, Thomas and Hairy are it....Donovan laces sexy and sizzling fun with humor."
Booklist
"Donovan's blend of romance and mystery is thrilling."
USA Today

"Fun, fast and sexy."

— Lori Foster, bestselling author on Knock Me Off My Feet

Romance Junkie Review
"Susan Donovan is an absolute riot. . .[The characters] literally pull your emotions into the story. . .Do NOT pass this one up."
Old Book Barn Gazette
"Donovan blends humor and compassion in this opposites attract story. . .Delightfully entertaining, TAKE A CHANCE is a guaranteed good time."
The Road to Romance
"...Donovan has created a vastly entertaining romance...All the right ingredients...absolutely fast, fun and sexy read!"
From the Publisher
"Donovan's blend of romance and mystery is thrilling." —Booklist

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

"Fun, fast and sexy."—Lori Foster, USA Today bestselling author on Knock Me Off My Feet

"If ever there was a hysterically funny pairing, Thomas and Hairy are it. As in her previous book, author Susan Donovan laces sexy and sizzling fun with humor. A real treat!" —-RT Bookclub magazine (4 1/2 stars)

"Susan Donovan is an absolute riot. . .[The characters] literally pull your emotions into the story. . .Do NOT pass this one up." —-Romance Junkie Review

"Ms. Donovan blends humor and compassion in this opposites attract story. . .Delightfully entertaining, TAKE A CHANCE ON ME is a guaranteed good time." —-Old Book Barn Gazette

"Susan Donovan has created a vastly entertaining romance in her latest book. . .All the right ingredients are there, and Ms. Donovan has charmingly dished up an absolutely fast, fun and sexy read!" —- The Road to Romance

RT Bookclub Magazine
"If ever there was a hysterically funny pairing, Thomas and Hairy are it....Donovan laces sexy and sizzling fun with humor.
USA Today - Julie Ortolon
"Hilarious...full of sass and sizzle."
USA Today - Lori Foster
"Fun, fast and sexy."
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781429903752
  • Publisher: St. Martin's Press
  • Publication date: 4/1/2007
  • Sold by: Macmillan
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 352
  • Sales rank: 150,793
  • File size: 2 MB

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
It Only Takes a Minute
Emma gasped when she entered the exam room, though she couldn’t say which of the two creatures there alarmed her more.
Was it the tiny, shivering collection of skin and bone, skittering around the linoleum on long toenails, eyeballs bulging and urine squirting?
Or was it the six-foot-forever package of man in a power suit, pivoting his blond head, one steel-gray eye narrowed as if to take aim directly at her hormone-secreting glands?
“Good morning, gentlemen. I’m Dr. Emma Jenkins.” She pulled a portable exam table from the wall and took a steadying breath before she faced them again. “I understand we’re having a few problems?”
“That’s correct.” The man’s voice was as stiff as his posture. “Potentially serious problems, I’m afraid.”
Nodding, Emma looked from Mr. Dudley Do-Right to the dog—yes, she’d graduated first in her class and was almost certain the animal on the floor was a dog—and back again.
This had to be the most mismatched human-canine pair she’d ever seen—and she’d seem some doozies.
These two were Butch Cassidy and the St. Vitus’ Dance Kid. Hairless and Mod. Batman and Rodent.
“I’m glad you came to see me.” Emma turned to wash her hands, and felt Studly Dudley’s eyes boring holes into the back of her neck. He continued to stare as she bent down for the dog, placed him on the stainless steel table, and peered into the little, frightened face.
“So what’s happening, Hairy?”
She already had a fairly good idea. The new-patient questionnaire said “Hairy” was an adult male Chinese Crested of unknown age, six pounds, six ounces, of quivering anxiety and incontinence. His owner—a business consultant named Thomas Tobin according to the form—was referred by a Baltimore colleague to her Wit’s End Animal Behavior Clinic.
“Let’s have a look, okay, little man?” She bent closer and scratched the dog behind one fuzzy, Yoda-like ear. With a sigh, Emma removed the collar of sharp metal prongs from around the dog’s neck, and watched relief flood Hairy’s dark eyes.
And she wondered what kind of complete moron would put a pinch collar on a puny, terrified creature like this.
She straightened to her full height, bringing her eye-level with the moron’s red power tie.
“Mr. Moro—Tobin.” She let her gaze travel over the clean-shaven chin and the pale, stern mouth. She studied the slight bend in his nose that hinted of familiarity with flying fists and blood, then met his piercing silver eyes. There was a tiny scar above his right eyebrow shaped just like a semicolon.
It certainly gave her pause.
Lordy! Why had this seriously big, seriously bad boy stuffed himself into a suit? With another quick survey, Emma decided he’d be more at home in a black leather jacket and threadbare jeans. The image gave her heart palpitations.
She needed to hold her ground. So she held up the offending piece of metal.
“This pinch collar might be a bit severe for a toy breed, Mr. Tobin.” She flung it into the waste can with a resounding ka-ching! “And inflicting pain really isn’t the way to get a dog to walk alongside you—even the biggest, most aggressive animals. Besides—” She scanned Semicolon Man from his wingtips to the tips of his golden eyelashes and grinned. “You look like you might be able to handle a bruiser like Hairy without the aid of metal spikes.”
Thomas Tobin stood ramrod straight near the examination table, aware that he himself was being examined. Clearly, this pet psychiatrist chick had been giving him hell since the second she walked in here, and he didn’t much like it.
How in God’s name was he supposed to know what kind of dog collar to buy? He spent his life plotting bloody murder with adulterers and psychopaths—he didn’t exactly have time to serve as equipment manager for the Butt-Ugly Dog Club!
“Thank you for that update,” he said flatly.
Then for some odd reason, Thomas found himself seized with the need to prove to this woman that he wasn’t entirely insensitive. So he reached over to pat Hairy’s head the way he figured any pet owner would.
The dog cringed with each pummeling.
“Mr. Tobin!” Emma grabbed his wrist, which turned out to be a rock-solid twist of heat, bone, and muscle. “Could you be a little gentler, do you think?”
He stared at her.
She stared at him.
The drum of his pulse hammered against the pad of her thumb and vibrated all the way down into the pit of her belly. And as they remained linked and the seconds ticked by, everything inside her—every cell, every chromosome, every piece of mitochondria—went on alert.
Sexual alert.
“How—” She blinked. The man’s skin was on fire. She swallowed and tried again. “How long have you had this dog? Is this the first dog you’ve ever owned?”
“Ten days,” he said. “And yes. This is definitely a first for me.”
Emma decided his eyes weren’t cruel; they were solemn and powerful and seemed to pin her down and dissect her without her permission. They didn’t frighten her, exactly, but they certainly made her feel a bit off balance.
He pulled his wrist from her grasp. “Hairy is mine by chance, Dr. Jenkins.”
“That’s a difficult way to begin a relationship, Mr. Tobin.”
“You don’t say?” He tilted his head and locked his gaze on hers. “The question is what are we going to do about it?”
For an instant, Emma was not entirely sure what they were discussing. The dog, she reminded herself. We were discussing the dog.
With a sigh of relief, she moved her attention from the two-legged enigma to the four-legged one, and bundled Hairy in her arms. She brushed her fingers behind his ears and along his spindly neck.
These itty-bitty exotic hairless breeds had never been her favorite—too prone to rashes, respiratory problems, dental malformations, and any number of behavioral disorders the blame for which she’d like to place squarely in the lap of greedy breeders. And Chinese Cresteds were an acquired taste, most definitely.
But as she looked into Hairy’s big, sad bug eyes, she felt a rush of warmth for the tiny dog. He was a living creature. He was scared and anxious and cold and so boldly, unabashedly homely that he was very nearly cute.
She ran her fingers down his back, studying the baby-smooth hide of pink blobs and black spots that looked like bloated raisins floating in puddles of watered-down Pepto-Bismol.
This motif was accented with a scraggly poof of black hair at the tip of his bony tail and a troll-like shock of white fur at the peak of his skull and around his ears. His snout was pointy, like a ferret’s.
“Well, now. Have you got it goin’ on or what, you little devil?” she murmured into the side of his neck.
Emma felt the heat of Mr. Sexy’s gaze, looked up to find him studying her in bewilderment, and wondered again how the hottest man to ever set foot in her clinic had ended up with the world’s most unattractive dog.
Then she felt a hot trickle spread down her shirt.
“Piss happens.” She smiled and shrugged, reaching for the paper towel dispenser above the sink. Studly beat her to it, and suddenly, one of his big hands was roaming over her damp shirt, rubbing and squishing her breasts with a clump of brown paper towel.
Hell-o! Emma felt her nipples zap to life under his clumsy assault. She was so aroused that she feared flames could be shooting out of her underpants. She’d never been so mortified in her life.
She grabbed his hand. “I’ve got it.”
“Yes, you certainly do,” he muttered, stepping back, looking at the floor. “Sorry.”
The sound of paper towel brushing over cotton roared like an oncoming freight train in Thomas’s ears. He stared at his shoes.
Okay—he’d just felt up the veterinarian. Maybe Rollo was right—he’d gone way too long without a woman, no matter how legitimate his reasons.
Thomas watched, embarrassed, as the molestee tossed the paper towel in the trash and regained her professional composure. Then she began a physical examination of his . . .his . . . dog. After ten days of cohabiting with Hairy while trying—and failing—to find a real home for him, maybe he should just see the picture for what it was.
It was the picture of a chump and his dog.
Thomas shifted his weight, rubbed a hand over his face, and groaned internally, the only place he allowed himself to groan or shout or laugh these days, it seemed.
He watched the way the vet stroked the dog with the gentlest touch, and noticed that Hairy’s trembling eased with each moment he spent in her hands.
He could see how that might happen.
The vet was extremely pretty, in a farm-girl kind of way. The creamy skin of her face, neck, and hands looked warm and silky. Those guileless eyes were the exact shade of her blue jeans. Her smile was genuine and sweet and pushed her whole lovely face into an expression of welcome.
It was pointless, of course, but Thomas couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like to grab hold of that thick braid and yank her up against him. He couldn’t help but wonder what all that gorgeous hair would feel like once he’d unraveled it—would it be straight and glossy like polished wood? Would it be wavy and fall in heavy sections in his hand?
As the woman bent over his dog, he let his eyes peruse the rest of her—subtly of course. He was highly trained in the art of covert observation, after all.
She filled out those battered jeans quite thoroughly, from where the denim stretched over her round hips and curvy thighs all the way down to where the straight legs ended in a pair of scuffed-up leather clogs. A nice, full, and hospitable package of feminine flesh she was, not all bony and pointy like some women. And under that long-sleeved T-shirt, he could make out the soft but sturdy shoulders, the ripe swell of her breasts, the inward curve of her waist.
It was painfully obvious that those weren’t buttons he’d felt poking up beneath the paper towels. This Emma Jenkins, DVM, was easy on the eyes—and the hands. Maybe the DVM stood for “Damn Voluptuous Mama.”
Then he stopped himself, as he always did, and wondered what the doctor’s dark side looked like. Sure, the woman was pretty, but he knew all too well that even pretty people had ugly sides, and they could be mighty ugly indeed.
Which one of the four great appetites had ensnared the lovely Emma Jenkins? he wondered. Guns, drugs, money, or sex?
She didn’t look like a gang-banger, but after running the Murder-For-Hire Task Force for seven years, he wasn’t surprised by anything anymore.
She didn’t look like an addict or an alcoholic, but he’d known plenty who managed their masquerades just fine—scout leaders, teachers, ministers—you name it.
No, in his experience it was usually money that motivated women to make stupid choices. Less often it was sex. So the question was which of those two evils did Emma Jenkins serve, and how low did she go?
If it was money, maybe she had a habit of bouncing checks. Maybe she shoplifted steaks from the Super Fresh butcher case. Or maybe, desperate for prestige and a comfortable lifestyle, she’d cheated on her vet school admission tests.
Or it might be more complicated for her, Thomas thought, like a combination of material greed and the desire for sexual control. Maybe the lovely Dr. Jenkins had lied to some rich loser about being pregnant, then trapped him into a marriage he didn’t want!
He nodded silently, watching the vet bend toward Hairy’s shivering body and listen with the stethoscope. That had to be it—the poor bastard! But she didn’t wear a ring, so maybe he’d discovered her deception in time to make a clean break. Good for him.
Thomas sighed, bemused by the truth of it: A man couldn’t afford to turn his back for one damn minute.
Which brought him right back to sex—perhaps the greatest weakness of all. How many men had he seen sit across a table from him babbling, crying, driven to acts of sheer idiocy simply because of a woman? Too many to count.
He’d seen sex turn brilliant businessmen into cretins. Powerful men into milquetoasts. Moral men into felons.
He’d seen it turn decent lives to shit.
Thomas checked his watch, then crossed his arms over his chest. How much longer could this possibly take? Wasn’t this where she handed him some puppy uppers, collected her outrageous fee, and sent them out the door?
But the vet was now peering into Hairy’s eyes, nose, ears, and throat. Then she closed her own eyes in concentration and felt along the dog’s ribs and into its soft belly.
Resigned to waiting a bit longer, Thomas leaned back against the cabinets and allowed himself to watch her work, watch how her slim, sure fingers moved, how she breathed quietly, how the little frown line puckered between her pretty eyebrows. Thomas felt himself go still inside.
Strangely quiet.
And he wondered how good it would feel to have her stroke his belly, maybe while he rubbed his cheek against hers, breathing in the faint flowery scent that seemed to pulse from her skin and hair.
He wondered how glorious it would be to settle in for a nap with his face buried in those stupendous breasts, so comforting, so welcoming, so female—so damn erotic . . .
“So is he eating well?”
“What?” Thomas yelped.
“Eating. Food. Does Hairy do it?”
He straightened. He shoved his hands into his trouser pockets. Why the hell was he fantasizing about the breasts of a lying, cheating, sirloin-stealing man-hater?
“Uh, not much eating, actually. He doesn’t seem hungry.”
“And what are you feeding him?” Emma noticed that Thomas Tobin had taken a step toward her, and that he was frowning.
Thomas could barely remember her question. “Uh, dog food?”
She winced, then continued the examination. “Could you be a little more specific, please?”
“Sure. Those hard crunchy things. The forty-pound bag.”
Emma straightened and put her hands on her hips. “Thrifty is fine, Mr. Tobin—and forty pounds ought to take care of Hairy for a good portion of his natural life—but how big are the individual pieces of food? Did you purchase kibble designed for the smallest breeds? What brand? And do you soak the food in warm water before serving it?”
He tried not to gape at how the stethoscope hung straight down from her neck, separating the two luscious, all-natural spheres straining under wet fabric. They looked like two fresh-baked cupcakes, topped with cherries, covered in a tight film of cellophane.
His blank stare was all the answer Emma needed, and she sighed. Who in God’s name would hire this guy as a consultant? He might be eye candy, but he was about as sharp as a bucket of mud.
“Have you ever tried to chew a baseball, Mr. Tobin? Have you ever, say, while drunk at a fraternity party, tried to shove a baseball in your mouth and chew on it?”
He blinked. “Not that I recall.”
“Well.” Emma pursed her lips. “Hairy needs teeny-weeny pieces of food for his teeny-weeny mouth. A lot of Cresteds aren’t even blessed with a full set of choppers. Here. Have a look-see.”
She pulled back a pink speckled lip to expose a random display of teeny-weeny teeth.
“Got it,” he said.
She sincerely doubted that.
“I could use a hand here. Please hold him—gently—while I clip his nails. How long has it been since you trimmed his nails?”
“I never have,” he said.
She reached behind her for a small set of clippers, then bent her head to the task, coming so close to Mr. Buy-in-Bulk that she caught the whiff of smooth, woodsy aftershave mellowed on warm male skin.
“I really didn’t know I had to trim them.” His voice was almost apologetic and nearly a whisper, and she felt it brush hot over the tiny hairs at the nape of her neck. She continued to clip, trying to keep her hands steady.
One paw down. Three to go.
“Some Cresteds need to have their nails trimmed each week, Mr. Tobin. The nails are fragile and can break off too close to the artery and cause bleeding. See how this—” She turned her head and found him waiting for her, his face so close, his lips slightly parted, his right eye closing lazily as if he were ready to pull the trigger.
Then he moved in even closer and he dropped his gaze to her mouth. And for the briefest, wildest, most implausible second of her life, Emma thought for sure this very strange, very sexy man was going to kiss her.
Oh, daddy!
She turned back to the clippers. “Uh . . . and you really need to bathe Hairy once a week in a medicated soap to keep his skin free of pustules. I’ll write down the name of the brand I prefer, if you like.”
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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 15, 2009

    too cute!

    I loved this book. I love this author anyway, but really liked this book. It was full of humor (the dog is a riot) and it had some "heat". Good combos.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

    more from this reviewer

    A is a fun, funny frolic.

    In Baltimore, Thomas Tobin inherited the six pound canine Hairy when the dog¿s owner was murdered. Feeling a bit of guilt, as the victim was his informant, Thomas takes in the furball, but has no idea how to care for the creature. However, he notices how Hairy becomes frightened whenever he sees a blender so he wonder is perhaps the dog has associated that kitchen gadget with the homicide.<P> Thomas takes his pooch to animal behaviorist Dr. Emma Jenkins who lectures him about how to take care of a tiny dog as Thomas treats Hairy as if he was a Doberman. As Emma and Thomas become better acquainted, they fall in love though neither wants those feelings and both struggled mightily to control their libido. She is still recovering from her ex plus is taking care of LeeLee, the daughter of a recently deceased friend. He has enough on his plate between an unwanted canine and a killer on the loose who just might be targeting those that matter to Thomas: Hairy, Emma, and LeeLee.<P> Fans who take a chance on this novel will feel rewarded as Susan Donovan deftly combines humor, suspense, and romance into a delightful tale. The story line is fast-paced and action-packed, but also insures the characters are fully developed including the frightened little Chinese Crested canine. Thus the audience receives a strong novel in which the stalking killer is often forgotten while the quartet of interrelationships form. TAKE A CHANCE ON ME is a fun, funny frolic.<P> Harriet Klausner

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 20, 2012

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    Great book

    I enjoyed this book. It's a great read. Parts of this book made me laugh out loud when Thomas was dealing with his "Rescued" Chinese Crested canine. Susan Donovan is quickly becoming a favorite of mine.

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  • Posted September 19, 2011

    Wonderful

    A new favorite author. This was a great read, loved everything about it, the characters, the drama, the humor and especially the dog.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 8, 2010

    A fun read

    I liked this book it was funny and fast moving
    I really enjoyed the characters and the way it played out
    And Harry (the dog) was wonderful

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  • Posted March 30, 2009

    Just a all around nice read

    Smart heroine, committment phobic hero, and one very cool dog. This is was a really good escapism read. Lots of twists and turns that I just didn't seem coming. I would definitely recommend this to anyone looking for something different, a little quirky, and very sexy read.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 9, 2009

    Not quite

    This was a major ho-hum read. Nothing fancy, nothing interesting, nothing to write home about. I'm very picky with my romance novels: they have to have great sex, characters, and plot. This failed on all three accounts. I gave it to my sister to read, warning her that I didn't like it and she didn't even finish it.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 22, 2008

    Stupid...

    I thought this book was completely stupid and took way too long to pick up. I personally HATED Thomas, who is the main male character, and found some of the dialogue really cheesey.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 2, 2005

    You won't put this book down!!!

    Take a chance on me is exactly what every woman would want. It's witty, funny, and holds your attention. The book even has a dog! It's a perfect book to just pick up and read.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 21, 2003

    Susan Donovan Rocks!

    One of the funniest books I've read. I started it yesterday afternoon and didn't quit until I finished the whole thing. Excellent characters and sizzling sex scenes kept me up half the night.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 1, 2003

    A must read

    Emma Jenkins is a vet who specializes in animal behavior. She is not sure who presents a bigger challenge to her, the nervous dog Hairy or his owner studly Thomas Tobin. Hairy was traumatized when he saw his previous owner being killed. Thomas needs Emma¿s help in getting Hairy used to his new home and to help him solve the murder. In turn Emma and Thomas need Hairy¿s help to work through their own problems. Take a chance on me, is funny, heart warming and a down right sexy book. You will laugh out loud, have your heart touched and your blood pumping. Susan Donovan is an auto-buy for me.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 18, 2003

    Witty and fun! Loved it.

    When Thomas Tobin's only witness to a horrible murder turns out to be a dog that 'hit every limb on the ugly tree' and has a nervous condition, he takes the inaptly named Hairy, to a pet psychologist. Emma Jenkins does not know which is more striking, the hyperactive Chinese Crested or the handsome but dense lawyer who brings the poor thing to her for help. ............. Neither Thomas or Emma wants to be attracted to the other, but no one asked what they want. Despite scarred pasts and reluctance, nothing can keep them from falling for each other. Before the story ends, both the vet and the lawyer will find their worlds shaken up and their ideas about themselves severely altered. With a mix of laughter and danger, readers are swept along on a roller coaster that will make them cheer. ............... **** Susan Donovan will win the fans of another Susan, Susan Elizabeth Phillips. Her laughs are sharp and keep coming. The characters have the quirks that bring them to life, even the dog. She will give you sunshine on a cloudy day.

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    Posted February 18, 2010

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