Wife for Hire (Entangled Indulgence) [NOOK Book]

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Wife for Hire: A For Hire Novel by Christine Bell:

He needs a wife for three weeks… Owen Phipps is out for revenge. His mission? To expose the man who stole his sister's money and dignity. All he needs is a "wife" who can play along. Too bad his last best hope is an actress who tries to mace him with perfume when he offers her the role of a lifetime. Lindy Knight is a real sap. She loves too hard, feels too deep, and often finds herself saying yes when she should be saying "Let ...

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Overview

Wife for Hire: A For Hire Novel by Christine Bell:

He needs a wife for three weeks… Owen Phipps is out for revenge. His mission? To expose the man who stole his sister's money and dignity. All he needs is a "wife" who can play along. Too bad his last best hope is an actress who tries to mace him with perfume when he offers her the role of a lifetime. Lindy Knight is a real sap. She loves too hard, feels too deep, and often finds herself saying yes when she should be saying "Let me think about it." She can't believe her good fortune when Owen offers her more than enough money to hold off foreclosure until she can find a job. Three weeks at a resort, money she desperately needs, and she gets to help bring a criminal to justice? Score. It seems easy enough until a couples bonding game turns intimate, and they realize how dangerous their mutual attraction could be. Can they keep their hands to themselves long enough to find the evidence Owen needs? Or are the close quarters more temptation than they can handle?

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781622669738
  • Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
  • Publication date: 8/7/2012
  • Series: For Hire
  • Sold by: Macmillan
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 245
  • Sales rank: 6,578
  • File size: 959 KB

Meet the Author

Christine, her handsome hubby and four boys reside in Pennsylvania with their two dogs. In her spare time, she can be found reading just about anything, from YA novels to books on poker theory. She doesn't like root beer, clowns or bugs (except ladybugs, on account of their cute outfits), but lurrves chocolate, going to the movies and playing tennis. She enjoys writing fun, adventure-filled romance novels, but hopes to one day publish something her dad can read without wanting to dig his eyes out with a rusty spoon. Christine also writes erotic romance under the pen name Chloe Cole.
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Wife for Hire


By Christine Bell, Kerri-Leigh Grady, Alethea Spiridon Hopson

Entangled Publishing, LLC

Copyright © 2012 Christine Bell
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-62266-973-8


CHAPTER 1

Lindy Knight stared at the mountain of feathers and cotton batting that used to be her couch and tried not to cry. "Melba?" she called, hoping the desperation she felt wasn't evident in her voice.

"Yes, dear?" Melba rounded the corner from the kitchen, sauce-covered wooden spoon still in hand. She stopped in her tracks. "Holy Toledo, it's snowing in here! Is there a hole in the roof?" She trained her milky blue gaze toward the ceiling.

Lindy sucked a breath through her nose and let it out slowly through her mouth, like that lady in the yoga video. "That's not snow. That's the couch."

The old woman shuffled closer and bent low, peering into the mess, dripping globs of marinara onto the crème colored carpet. "Huh. Well, I'll be. Looks like snow." She straightened and shrugged. "Thought we had a hole in the roof. That's good at least."

That was good, since a new couch cost less than a new roof. But when one's life savings amounted to—she spared a glance to the account statement she'd been reading when she'd walked into the house—two hundred sixty-three dollars and eleven cents, neither scenario was exactly ideal.

"Where are the puppies?"

"In the kitchen with me. We were making gnocchi." A delighted grin spread across Melba's heavily-lined face, and Lindy couldn't help but return it. There was no question she meant well and wanted to earn her keep. It wasn't her fault that the attempts invariably backfired.

"We've got to make sure we keep the door shut, okay, Melbs? No puppies in the living room unless I'm home," Lindy said gently. "I'm going to go through the mail and clean this mess up. I'll be in to help with dinner as soon as I'm done."

"No problemo. We're finished anyway. I'm on my way out to St. Mike's, and don't worry, Fanny's driving. I'll put the sauce on warm for you. See you later tonight," Melba chirped, ambling back to the kitchen.

Since the last house fire, she wasn't supposed to be cooking when no one was home, but Lindy needed to pick her battles. At least their neighbor had been kind enough to offer Melba a ride to the church for Friday night bingo. She didn't have the strength to argue about her elderly charge getting behind the wheel. It had been a doozy of a week, and she wanted it over with. Maybe after dinner she'd curl up with a good book and call it a day.

She was flipping through the mail, mostly bills, when her cell blared the opening lines of "Push It" by Salt-n-Pepa. Usually, the song cheered her. She was hard-pressed to recall a time that it hadn't resulted in some serious booty shaking, but today she wanted to pitch the phone into the garbage disposal. She rummaged through her purse and yanked it out just as it went to voice mail.

One missed call.

Whoopty-doo. Probably Mal with another one of his cockamamie ideas. She jammed the phone back into her bag without a second look and tackled the onerous task of cleaning up the remains of her couch.

It took nearly an hour, three vacuum bags, and four trips to the trashcans out front, but by the time she was done, the room looked passably clean. And extremely empty, she noted with a twinge of despair. She cut off that train of thought before it became a real locomotive, and floundered for a silver lining. Now she had an excuse to redecorate, and she did love Indian-inspired designs. It would be the perfect time to find some bright fabric at the thrift store and sew four gorgeous seating pillows to go around the coffee table. She'd get some patterns and ideas online before bed.

A sharp rap on the door jarred her from her thoughts. She peeked through the peephole and gasped. The man on her porch was the most gorgeous she'd ever laid eyes on. Even distorted by the curved glass, his face was a work of art. Full, firm lips perched above a square jaw, capped off by angular cheekbones and a slash of a nose that kept him from looking too feminine. Close-cropped, raven black hair set off dark gray eyes that were currently locked with her one that was fixed on the peephole, and became filled with exasperation.

"Hello?" he called.

"Hello?" she parroted dumbly.

"Can ... I come in, or?" The tone seemed like one reserved for either children or imbeciles and was at odds with the lilting, almost song-like Irish brogue. She bristled despite the delicious accent, pushing thoughts of his stunning good looks to the back burner.

"I'm not sure. Who are you?" she said, crossing her arms over her chest. She uncrossed them when she realized he couldn't see her combative gesture. Instead, she narrowed her peeping eye suspiciously, in case he leaned in to look.

Tall, dark and handsome sighed heavily. "Owen Phipps. We had an appointment."

She did a mental rundown of her schedule and winced. They did have an appointment. For a job, no less, and this clearly wasn't the best foot to start off on. If it hadn't been for the damned ... well, everything today, she would've remembered for sure. Compared to all the other wanted ads she'd responded to, this one was the definite oddball and stood out like a gangrenous thumb. She'd found it on Craigslist when she happened upon the "gigs" section entirely by accident. There, at the top of the page, was Mr. Phipps's strange little advertisement.

Wanted: Attractive woman, age 25-35, with some acting experience needed for three week position beginning January 25th. Recognizable television and/or movie personalities need not apply. Pay is a flat rate of $20,000 for three continuous weeks of 24/7 availability. Must be willing to travel. Email owen79@comrex.net to set up an interview.

She'd actually snorted a laugh when she first saw it, but for some reason she kept coming back to it, re-reading and, more to the point, recalculating. It would take her—she did the math quickly on her fingers—a million shifts at the restaurant to make twenty grand. That amount of money could get her out of the hole and pay her mortgage for a year. With a little old lady and seven puppies counting on her, credit cards bursting at the seams, and everything of value already in hock, she was plum out of brilliant ideas. They had eight weeks before the bank came a-calling. If desperation actually had a smell, she'd reek right now.

So she'd emailed him. To her shock, he hadn't responded asking her to send her social security number or a check to secure the position. Nor had he asked her to send a picture of her boobs. No, instead, he'd asked her for a list of qualifications and references, which she supplied. Still, when he contacted her asking if they could meet in his home for an interview, she hesitated. Although there weren't any obvious indications of psychosis in his email correspondence, odds still had to be pretty good that he was either a whack job or a scammer.

Right as she had been about to delete his request unanswered, her brother Mal phoned from the vet's office where he'd gone to pick up Melba. Melba had tried to call Lindy's cell phone earlier because Sneezy had swallowed the top half of a plastic spork, but Lindy was in the middle of a shift. When no one answered, Melba had taken a cab to the emergency veterinary clinic out in Mount Vernon, since the regular vet was closed.

By the time Mal brought her home, Melba was armed with the same squirming puppy and a four hundred dollar note advising them to keep an eye out for spork shrapnel coming from Sneezy's back end. Lindy later found the hunk of plastic on the floor where it had likely been the whole time. She was proud of herself, though. She didn't have a mental breakdown. Instead, she emailed Mr. Phipps and explained that she understood his desire for privacy, but, as a young woman alone, she would feel more comfortable at her own house, perhaps with her brother in the adjacent room. His response was almost instantaneous. He agreed and commended her vigilance.

They set an appointment for the following week since he was out of town on business, and she'd gone on with her life. She was fairly certain whatever he was trying to pull had been derailed once she'd refused to go to his house, so she hadn't really given it another thought. His little game had come to its conclusion, and he'd shop for an easier mark.

But here he was.

And here she was.

Alone.

She steeled herself and laid a hand on the knob. No point in putting it off. If he kidnapped her, at least she wouldn't have to worry about the mortgage anymore. She ran a hand through her disheveled hair and pasted what she hoped was a capable-looking smile on her face. After a quick breath check, she opened the door, letting in a frigid blast of air.

"Hello, Mr. Phipps. Do come in."

"Please, my da was Mr. Phipps. Call me Owen." He pronounced it "Ooh-un" and she suppressed a swoon.

"Owen, then. I apologize for making you wait in the cold. It's been a hectic day, and I'm afraid I lost track of time." In her nervousness, she'd adopted some sort of weird, transcontinental accent like the actresses in one of those 1950s caper films she watched on Sunday afternoons. Her cheeks burned at his puzzled look and she slung the door wider to let him in.

"Where are you from?" he asked, brows raised. He was even taller than he looked through the peephole and seemed to take up an awful lot of space as he pressed by her, into the foyer.

"Here. I mean, Westchester."

He inclined his head but narrowed his eyes. "Your accent sounds like ... somewhere else."

She forced a laugh. "Sorry, I have an audition for an upcoming community theater production and I try to kind of live in the character." The falsehood rolled off her tongue before she could stop it, and she cringed. She hated lying, but this guy had her totally off her game. Plus, on the miniscule chance this was a real job opportunity, the last thing she wanted was to be stuck talking like Myrna Loy for the next month.

"That so? What production?"

Caught off guard by the question, she wracked her brain for a response.

"The Vagina Monologues."

He pinned her with a blank stare. She didn't blame him. What was there to say? He was obviously in the company of a blathering idiot. She fought the inane urge to find a mirror and see if her face was literally on fire.

He cleared his throat before speaking again. "Shall we sit down then, maybe discuss the position and your qualifications?"

Now it was her turn to stare. What kind of man would still consider hiring a person like her when their limited interaction had been nothing but weird? The thought sent the butterflies in her stomach a-flapping, and she took a few hesitant steps toward the living room. This was it, the pivotal point in every horror movie, the one that always had her shouting, "Don't let him in, you idiot!" at the screen. And still, she kept walking. Surely a guy that handsome could get a girl to live in his basement cage just by asking, right? No need to go hunting for one. Plus, twenty thousand dollars was a lot of money. She wasn't backing down until she knew for sure there was no real job. Maybe they could put that on her tombstone. Wouldn't back down ... and paid the ultimate price

Resisting the urge to genuflect, she blew out a martyr's sigh. "Please, have a seat," she said, motioning to the couch that was no longer there. Squeezing her eyes closed, she swallowed a groan. Had she really thought the day couldn't get worse? How droll. "I forgot. My couch got eaten. Maybe we should go in the kitchen."

She scurried by him, surreptitiously grabbing her purse as she passed it. If worse came to worst, maybe she'd have a shot at her cell phone, or at the very least, be able to get a good swing in with the bag. If she did hit him, though, she'd aim for the solar plexus. His face was far too pretty to ruin.

Where had that come from? He hadn't even kidnapped her yet and already she was succumbing to Stockholm syndrome. That didn't bode well for her. If Mr. Owen Phipps was for real, and by some miracle she landed this mysterious job, how was she going to stop herself from falling madly, completely in lust?

She wasn't. That's how.

* * *

Owen watched his odd little hostess, almost in a daze. The ad he'd placed was admittedly a bit cryptic, so he'd been prepared for the freaks to come out. Still, the responses had been so off the charts nutty, he wondered if he'd slipped through a looking glass somewhere. Lindy Knight had been his last hope. After a few reasoned, articulate email exchanges, he'd been cautiously optimistic, but that optimism was fading fast. The Vagina Monologues, indeed.

Time to determine whether she was a compulsive liar, or if all this madness was the result of a bad case of nerves. The latter he could work with. The former was unacceptable. He couldn't abide by phonies.

Lindy swung the kitchen door open and was instantly mobbed by a passel of squirming, ginger-colored puppies. They very nearly took her down, but she managed to grab onto the countertop and regain her balance.

"Jesus, how many dogs do you have?"

He knew his tone bordered on incredulous, but his infamous composure seemed to have deserted him.

"Seven. I'm not keeping them," she said, bending low to scratch behind ears and pat heads. "I'm ... holding them."

"Holding them for what?"

"You know, until I find them homes." She shrugged.

"Where are the parents?" he asked, scanning the tiny room for evidence of larger animals.

She hesitated, pursing her full lips. "That's complicated."

"Are you running some sort of puppy mill here or something?" he asked, oddly disappointed. The woman was probably a wacko anyway, what with the fake accent when he'd arrived and her strange behavior since. So why did it bother him that she was capable of something so unsavory? Maybe it was the cherub face, or the wide blue eyes framed by the pixie haircut that made her look almost fey.

Those eyes snapped outrage at him now. "No! Of course not. I saved them from a puppy mill. I answered an ad in the paper because I've always wanted a golden retriever. When I went there, I couldn't leave the rest. So I took them all. To hold. I just haven't had a chance to find them good homes yet. I've got the word out with friends, though, so pretty soon they'll be gone."

One of the pups, chubbier than the rest, plopped down on her foot. The annoyance drained from her face, and she grinned. The smile lit her up in a way that gave him the urge to move closer and absorb the warmth. "Come on now, Sleepy. Hop to it." She gave her leg a shake and the pup plodded off with a yawn. "That's the one I'm keeping," she whispered, and pressed her forefinger to her lips.

"They're named after Snow White's dwarves?"

"Mostly. We've got Sleepy, Sneezy, Doc, Bashful, Grumpy, Happy, and Steve." At his questioning gaze she shrugged, again dropping her voice low. "We didn't want to call him Dopey. Might hurt his self-esteem."

He nodded, unable to come up with an appropriate response to that.

She turned to usher the puppies into a large pen that took up the lion's share of the kitchen. Once they were safely ensconced, she motioned to the table.

"I can take your coat, and you can have a seat. Would you like something to drink? I've got bottled water, coffee, and tea. There's also some gnocchi on the stove if you're hungry."

Although her words were casual, she clutched her purse close. What did she have in there that she was so protective of? He kept his eyes on the bag and responded. "I'll leave my coat here. And no, thank you on the food. I'm fine." Right when he stripped off his coat, the spicy scent of garlic and tomatoes hit him, and his stomach rumbled.

She flashed that smile again. "You sure? Sounds like your stomach disagrees."

Annoyed with himself for being sucked in by a pretty face, and his traitorous stomach for the ill-timed hallelujah chorus, he gave his head a firm shake. "I don't have a lot of time, so can we ...?" He laid his coat over the back of his chair and then set his briefcase on the table, eyeing it pointedly.

"Sure thing." The wariness was back, and she kept a hand on her pocketbook as they sat across from one another.


(Continues...)

Excerpted from Wife for Hire by Christine Bell, Kerri-Leigh Grady, Alethea Spiridon Hopson. Copyright © 2012 Christine Bell. Excerpted by permission of Entangled Publishing, LLC.
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  • Posted September 1, 2012

    Sexy, Witty, & Delightful Contemporary Romance!

    What a delightful read this story was & I'm glad that I got the pleasure of reading it. This was the first work by Christine Bell that I've read & from my impression of this book it won't be my last. The blurb gives a thorough summary of the story so I won't repeat it. What I will say about Wife for Hire is that it was a great read overall. Within minutes of reading, I knew that Christine Bell is a talented author. She captivated me with her writing early on & her characters were engaging. Lindy & Owen were realistically written, in-depth and likeable. I immediately loved Lindy from the beginning. She was witty; sweet; wore her heart on her sleeve and possessed a heart of gold. Owen was also a great character; sexy, sweet, rich, has a sexy accent, but damaged too. Having a damaged past, he doesn't let anyone in. But Lindy is different from other women and for him, she's a breath of fresh air. However, he's not the 'forever' type of man which often set a painful reminder for Lindy throughout their charade as husband and wife. However, one thing was for certain; their chemistry was undeniable and the sexual tension just sizzles between these two. Furthermore, the story flowed smoothly which made Wife for Hire an easy read. I enjoyed the dialogue in this story as well as the plot & storyline which were both well-developed. Wife for Hire had me eagerly turning the pages & before I knew it, I had finished Wife for Hire in a day. Christine also wrapped this story up beautifully with a pretty bow on top & left me satisfied with a smile. Overall, Wife for Hire was a funny, sexy, charming and highly enjoyable read. With that said, I have no hesitation in recommending this book to others. DISCLAIMER: I received a free copy of this book in exchange for a candid/honest review.

    20 out of 23 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 13, 2012

    A classic!!

    This is a classic boy asks girl to help him by posing as wife. However its a great book. You love the characters and the story is so full that its not missing a single thing. 372 pages of a book that I will read over and over. I hope I get to see more of these characters to come!

    14 out of 15 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 20, 2012

    WHAT A TREASURE!

    I just had the best afternoon with this one!!!! Here is story with heart! Add an adorable heroine, a hunky hero and a story with a fast moving plot and you've got reader "gold". It was a quick, steamy and enjoyable read that left me wanting more! I loved the couples "games"! Very funny.

    10 out of 11 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 16, 2012

    Romance, mystery, and comedy all rolled into one.

    I laughed so hard - I cried. This was a fun romance!

    8 out of 9 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted August 21, 2012

    Great, great story. Very impressed with the writing and characte

    Great, great story. Very impressed with the writing and characters. I
    thought the "games" were fantastic and the romance was
    outstanding!!!! I will be looking for more from this author and waiting
    for the next one!

    7 out of 10 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 13, 2012

    This is a great read. Fastpassed. Enjoyed the author's style.

    This is a great read. Fastpassed. Enjoyed the author's style. Looking forward to the next one!

    5 out of 7 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted September 8, 2012

    Funny dialogue, great characters, this was a blast to read! Owen

    Funny dialogue, great characters, this was a blast to read! Owen is sexy, Lindy is adorable, and I hope this winds up being a series, because the side characters were all worthy of their own books.

    4 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 19, 2012

    Great read!

    This was a really good book! The characters were easy to fall in love with and it had a really great plot. The romance part of it wasn't over the top (cough Fifty Shades of Grey cough) but it was just enough to keep you exhilaratingly interested.

    3 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 30, 2012

    Loved it!

    I really loved this story! Owen and Lindy were great! I loved watching them get to know each other! I have read this book twice and will definitely read it again!!

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 2, 2012

    Best romance I've read in awhile! A+++

    Loved the characters, the plot, the witty dialogue and steamy sex scenes. Fabulous.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 24, 2012

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    Long reviewers ruin books for others. They are rude and inconsiderate.

    2 out of 12 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 19, 2012

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    It was a fun and enjoyable read & I recomend the book.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 18, 2012

    TiWi

    I REALLY enjoyed this book..350+ pages...Great Love story, mystery & this story had me also laughing so much..well deserved 5 Stars for this author!!!!

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted September 10, 2012

    Love this book! I've been a huge fan of Christine Bell's for qui

    Love this book! I've been a huge fan of Christine Bell's for quite a while now and always rush out to buy her newest release. WIFE FOR HIRE was no exception. It's deliciously fun and sexy with just enough suspense to keep me flipping the pages. And Owen... *sigh* Can't wait for the next book in the series!

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 23, 2012

    Hilarious and sweet, sexy and fun. Love this story!

    Hilarious and sweet, sexy and fun. Love this story!

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 9, 2013

    Good Read

    I just resd Down For The Count and looked into other books by this author. Although this genre has been written numerous times, this book had a twist of it's own. The book was good, kept you entertained and the characters were well written and played. My money well spent!!!!

    LOVETOREAD

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 6, 2013

    Talent wasted

    Within pages I was hooked- interesting characters- amusing story line , romance- mystery I wanted a quick read, didn't care if the romance was predictable (the mystery was well concealed) 3 chapters were delightful----but the remaining ones kept me shaking my head- The author spent most of her time spelling out visions of desire- Really? How many different ways can you describe an erection? You are wasting your talent .....

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted December 3, 2012

    more from this reviewer

    Guaranteed Smile-maker I have no clue why, but stories that star

    Guaranteed Smile-maker
    I have no clue why, but stories that start with “He needed a wife…” always get to me. I like the idea of two unlikely people getting together. Although, it’s never a realistic scenario (sadly even in this one) doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy it, right? Cause I sure did. I liked the characters and I liked the scenario, but there were a lot of things that fit the status-quo of this type of story-line. He’s rich, her money sitch is pretty bad, but, of course, she’s good-hearted. She wants the commitment, he can’t commit because of his parents bad relationship/his not-so-great dad. Sadly, it was typical that way. However, the characters were interesting and the story line did surprisingly keep me on my toes. There were some unexpected twists, and the mystery was pretty well concealed until its was finally revealed. There wasn’t a lot of “clues” as the story was focused on Owen and Lindy’s attraction for one another, and, of course, other people tell them that they are interested in each other, but the both deny it. I did like Owen—the guy who straight up tells Lindy that he is hot for her, and if she questions his man-hood in front of other people he plans on proving her wrong. *Swoon. And then there is the Lindy who sticks to her guns until she sees reason. She really did hold out for a while. Longer than I would have.
    Good:
    Lindy—An independent and an overall caring person. 
    Owen—A good guy who is loyal to his family and those he cares about.
    Bad: 
    The plot was a little predictable
    Overall (Writing style, story line, and general):
    Overall the story was easy to read. There was no having to re-read things because I didn’t quite get it, or understand it. No, no, things came across pretty clear. The book was romantic and the characters were interesting, but I did wish there was a little bit more humour. What can I saw I like to laugh. Overall, Christine Bell lifted you off your feet into a romantic adventure; the kind that you will sit down and read because you know you will like it. A guaranteed smile-maker.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 20, 2012

    Cute and fun!

    I would recommend this book to romance novel readers. Fun and romance through out the book.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 20, 2012

    Less than 250pages

    By the time I hit pages #131 i figured out it was missing pages numbers.. Although the pages blended into the next it would go from page 13 to page 15. I had to reread to make sure I didnt miss anything.

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