You Don't Know Jack

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Love. Sex. Destiny. And A Six-Foot-Four Psychic In A Bridesmaid’s Dress? Honey, You Don’t Know Jack...

Jamie Peters no longer believes in true love. True idiots, true scumbags, true moochers -- these she believes in wholeheartedly, and she’s got the checkered dating history to prove it. So she’s more than a little skeptical when her cross-dressing psychic tells her she’s about to meet her soul mate -- during an accident. Yeah, sounds about right. And then it happens. A knight in...

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Love. Sex. Destiny. And A Six-Foot-Four Psychic In A Bridesmaid’s Dress? Honey, You Don’t Know Jack...

Jamie Peters no longer believes in true love. True idiots, true scumbags, true moochers -- these she believes in wholeheartedly, and she’s got the checkered dating history to prove it. So she’s more than a little skeptical when her cross-dressing psychic tells her she’s about to meet her soul mate -- during an accident. Yeah, sounds about right. And then it happens. A knight in shining armor steps between her and a mugger on a subway platform. Just a regular, honest, upright Jack. The kind they don’t make anymore...

Jonathon Davidson doesn’t believe in destiny -- or lying to beautiful women as a rule. But now that Jamie thinks he’s just an ordinary guy, how can he possibly tell her that he’s really, (A) her roommate’s brother, (B) a millionaire to boot, and (C) the jerk who’s investigating her application to his grandfather’s charitable trust because she may be involved in something illegal? Yeah, rhetorical question. He can’t. Not until he knows what’s going on. Besides, it would require being able to resist Jamie’s luscious curves long enough to say, "Hi, my name is Big Liar. Let's get naked." Sometimes, destiny sucks...

Somewhere between truth and flat-out-let’s-talk-about-this-waaay-later fiction, between fate and delicious accidental insanity, lies a whole lot of mind-blowing sex, delirious passion, unfortunate sundresses, fighting, deception, big mistakes and small hopes, and two people are about to discover that everything happens for a reason...

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  • ISBN-13: 9780758214102
  • Publisher: Kensington
  • Publication date: 8/1/2008
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 320
  • Product dimensions: 4.00 (w) x 6.70 (h) x 1.30 (d)

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Erin McCarthy, the author of A Date with the Other Side, Bad Boys Online, Smart Mouth, Houston, We Have a Problem, and Mouth to Mouth.

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Copyright © 2006 Erin McCarthy
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ISBN: 0-7582-1409-X

Chapter One

Jack Davidson had become a stalker. Retired from Wall Street at age twenty-nine, stalker at age thirty. That was attractive. He followed Jamie Peters down into the subway, keeping an eye on her ginger hair as she paused in the crowd. She dug in her purse, cell phone to her ear, lips moving rapidly.

He felt like a complete and total idiot following her, the music to Mission Impossible tripping across his brain. Spying wasn't exactly his area of expertise, given that he was an exstockbroker and day trader. Numbers he could follow, but people were a whole different skill set, and he was pretty sure he looked ridiculous and obvious. Not to mention he didn't normally even breathe without planning it in a spreadsheet first.

But staying out of Jamie's business wasn't an option. Not if she was caught up in something illegal without her knowledge. Or with her knowledge, which would be worse. Even though he'd never actually met her, she was his sister Caroline's good friend, roommate, forthcoming bridesmaid. He was concerned for her safety. It was the right thing to do. Motive good and pure.

That didn't make him feel any less of a jackass, though.

And it was starting to occur to him that maybe he had too much time on his hands since retiring, if discoveringillegal day trading activity in a social services agency got him this excited.

Deciding to switch it up a bit, he got on the train first, so maybe she would think it was a coincidence that he'd been following her for three blocks. The bag of food in his hand was a decent alibi, too. Hell, he'd needed some kind of reason to be hanging around outside her office for two hours.

His cousin Steve had warned him this was a stupid idea, and Jack was inclined to agree with him now as he held on to a pole with one hand and turned to face out. The doors were about to close, and Jamie wasn't even on the train yet. She was still digging in her suitcase of a purse. Christ, she was going to miss it altogether. Maybe he should get back off.

Or maybe he should go home and rearrange his DVDs alphabetically, which was probably a smarter use of his time.

But after depositing her phone back in her purse, Jamie suddenly realized the doors were closing, and she went into action, skidding through sideways, bracelets jangling and hair bouncing. She was about to collide with a rather hard looking ex-hippie type in dirty jeans, tattoos up and down his arms.

Jack quickly shifted in between them and took the impact of Jamie slamming into his chest.

His pasta box burst inside the brown bag, leaking oil.

Oh, yeah. This had been a stupid idea.

Because when she looked up at him, horror stamped on her face, Jack felt like someone had grabbed his nuts and given them a good twist.

Surprise, surprise. Jamie Peters was gorgeous.

Jamie shifted her large duffel bag that served as part purse, part file folder for her cases and waited for the train as she tried to decipher what Beckwith was saying. He had called her on her cell, sounding frantic, and in three minutes solid the only thing she'd managed to understand was that it wasn't a life-threatening emergency.

"Why do I need to check my make-up, Beck?" It was the end of the workday in July. The little make-up she'd started the day with had probably slid off hours ago.

"Because it's now! Or like really soon, anyway. I was at the handbag sale at Saks-got the cutest little Kate Spade-anyway, it just hit me, right there, at the counter. You're going to meet him today."

"Him?" Jamie repeated, this call finally starting to make sense. She had a pretty good idea of where Beckwith was going with this. The tarot card prediction. Intrigued-no, make that freaked out-she stopped trying to shove her subway swipe card in her bag.

"It's been five months since your prediction, and so far, nothing." Thank goodness. The problem with believing in Beckwith's psychic ability was now that he had predicted something she'd really rather he hadn't, she was stuck waiting for it to happen.

Why couldn't she be a total skeptic like Allison?

At first Jamie had been seriously on the lookout for Mr. Right, the dishonest dream man. She had walked cautiously past the melons in the grocery store and had scrutinized the deliveryman carefully when she'd ordered a veggie pizza twice. She'd even taken to using the stairs at work instead of the elevator like she normally did since movement had been integral in Beckwith's prediction.

Nothing. No scary accidents with men fated to make her happy. But Jamie was optimistic by nature. It served her well in social work. She had figured the man Beckwith had described would show up eventually, which did not thrill her in the least.

Not only was it a little unnerving to imagine accidents around every corner, but she was absolutely certain she had no clue how to handle a man whose personal assets added up to more than his T-shirt collection and a carton of Marlboro Reds. Since the thought of both breaking her leg and meeting a man who wore a suit or something crazy like that gave her cold sweats, she had pushed the prediction to a back corner of her mind.

It was going to happen sooner or later, she was convinced, but if that time was now, why couldn't she be looking cuter? As it was, she probably resembled a Brillo pad with eyes.

"There's no time frame on destiny," Beckwith said with great dignity.

Nor was destiny something she sat around and thought about on a regular basis. It certainly hadn't been in her thoughts that day at all. And at the moment she just wanted to get home and pull a pint of ice cream out of the freezer and inhale it. Then she could meet the man of her dreams. After she'd gained five pounds from the mint chocolate chip. Shoot, that would make a bad situation worse. If her fated soul mate saw her and ran screaming, she would be humiliated on top of everything else. Maybe she should skip the ice cream and have a salad with low-cal dressing.

"I'm on my way home, you know. And I wasn't planning to do anything tonight but paint my toenails, so I don't see how I could meet anyone. Maybe the handbags interfered with your radar. Maybe I see him tomorrow." That would be better anyway.

Digging through her purse to put her swipe card away, she sensed movement and realized everyone around her was surging forward.

Dang it. The train was here, and she would be last one on. There was nothing worse than folding yourself into a full subway car and sharing your personal space with approximately thirty people of various age and odor.

"Gotta go, Beckwith! I'll call you later, sweetie."

Running as fast as wedge sandals would allow her, she launched herself through the doors as they began to close and grabbed for the nearest available surface to hold on to.

Not fast enough. The car moved again with a frantic lurch, and Jamie went stumbling forward, her handbag clipping the woman in the seat to her right.

"Watch it," the woman said.

But Jamie couldn't apologize. She couldn't speak.

Because the man she had collided with in her forward motion was him.

Him of the tarot cards. Him of the light brown hair, the minor accident ... She looked at his chest. And the food.

Now crushed against him in a brown bag that was leaking some kind of oily sauce from multiple directions.

"Oh," she said. Beckwith had been so completely right. It was disarming, unsettling, weird, not as bad as she'd thought. It even felt a little ... wonderful.

His hand was on her arm, gripping it firmly to keep her steady.

It was a strong hand. A warm hand.

Oh, my. Jamie stared up at him and smiled in spite of herself. "I'm sorry," she ventured, not exactly sure what she should say to the man of her destiny.

He smiled back, showing white teeth in a somewhat crooked grin. "I'll be alright, but I don't think my shirt will ever recover."

When he shifted the bag of food, she saw that he was now wearing a red sauce on his white T-shirt. Her hand came up without thought to brush it, but he shook his head. "It's without hope. Don't bother."

"Aaaah. I'm such a klutz. I'll pay you for the shirt."

The train came to a stop, and Jamie was pushed and jostled as four or five people moved around her to get off. She was pressed up against him, a blush starting to creep up her face.

They were close enough that if she were to tilt her head up, they could kiss.

He had a strong jaw and smelled like soap and tomatoes.

The need to fan herself was overwhelming. Either the air-conditioning was on the fritz, or she was experiencing an explosive burst of lustful heat. Chances were it was the latter.

He shrugged, the movement drawing her attention to his broad shoulder. She fought the urge to squeeze his biceps. Beckwith hadn't warned her about the sexy factor. This guy was built like a race horse. No, that didn't sound right. He was ... was ... lickable.

Before Beckwith had spouted off about marriage, her original thought had been that she was destined for a rather fun affair, her first strictly steamy relationship. Looking at super sexy in front of her, she thought he was probably capable of fun with a capital F.

Hopefully unaware of her lecherous thoughts, he said, "Don't worry about it. I mourn my ruined dinner more than my ruined shirt."

"Italian?" she guessed, thinking of the tomato scent.

A stale, hot pocket of air fluttered over her as he nodded. "Spaghetti and meatballs. With garlic bread."

Of course. A traditionalist. No trendy pesto for this guy. He probably didn't even own a suit, given how comfortable he looked in his jeans. And his eyes were blue, swimming with amusement and perhaps hunger. For his pasta.

"I'm so sorry about your dinner. I'd offer to take you out to replace it, but you could be weird or something." Weird? Oh, geez, why had she said that? Jamie wanted to groan. Followed by a mental kick in her sundress-covered behind. It was intelligent and important for a single woman to be cautious, but heck, she could have phrased that differently.

But he only grinned. "No weirder than anyone else in New York."

Staring up at that cute grin, Jamie knew she couldn't let this moment pass. He had to be the man in Beckwith's prediction, and she couldn't let him get off this subway without making plans to see him again, in a safe, public place. Even if she had to drag one of her roommates with her for security, she was not going to let this guy get off this train and turn her life into a romantic tragedy.

This wasn't about marriage. Beckwith had said soul mate, and that phrase had the word mate in it, which was really a polite way to say sex. Maybe that's what this really was. They would date. Sleep together. Then he would move on like all the other guys, and she would whistle as she walked away, heart intact and body happy for a while.

Not that she'd ever engaged in a wild, steamy affair before. Men didn't see her that way, and she was more inclined to pack a man's lunch than to grope him. She was modest to a fault when it came to her body, and maybe this was what fate had in mind for her. Sensual liberation. Just looking at him made her feel pretty darn liberated.

Dang, that sounded like a good plan. For once, to just let it all go, to be the sexy one, to have a man look at her and want, want, want.

"That's true, there are plenty of weirdos running around. And I do feel just terrible." Then she added in a breathless rush before she lost her nerve, "So how about dinner, then?"

He studied her for a second, his blue eyes darting down to her chest and back up again. She wished she had worn one of those body-clinging dresses that Allison favored, but instead she was covered in one of her standard loose-fitting, draping, no-waist dresses.

When the silence drew out, a sudden horrifying thought popped into her head. "Unless you're married, or dating someone or something. That's fine. I just thought that I could, you know, make it up to you, because of what happened when I tripped. I wasn't implying anything ..."

Shut up, shut up, shut up, she told herself. Babbling was never a good thing.

"What's your name?" His hand was still gripping her arm, only it loosened and relaxed, until he was stroking her skin.

A shiver ran through her. "Jamie. Jamie The Klutz."

He grinned again, little lines forming in the corners of his very close, very moist, very kissable lips. "Well, Jamie The Klutz, I'm Jack. Jack the unmarried and unattached."

Stroke, stroke on her arm.

She struggled to control herself.

It would be very embarrassing if she fainted on the subway. Her dress would probably slide up, and everyone would see her underwear, which was unbleached cotton. Environmentally responsible, but majorly unsexy.

"And I would like to go out to dinner with you, Jamie The Klutz. Tomorrow? Neutral territory?"

"Sure. But what's neutral?"

"Times Square. If I'm weirder than you thought, then you can ditch me in the crowd of tourists."

She laughed. As if. He would probably need a fire hose to get her off of him. "That sounds good."

"Seven? Mama Luigi's on Forty-fourth? They have a patio, so if you need to escape you can leap over the fence to get away from me."


He looked around her. "This is my stop."

"Okay." Nothing brilliant, witty, or original came to mind to say, so she smiled again as he let go of her and stepped off the train.

"See you tomorrow." He waved, clutching his leaky pasta bag and grinning at her.

Jamie gulped as the doors closed, then turned in search of a seat to sink into. She needed it before she collapsed in a heap of tangled legs to rival Jack's spaghetti.

She had met him.

The One.

Chapter Two

Jack watched the door close in fascinated silence. What the hell had just happened?

He sucked at this spy thing. The point of following someone was to stay incognito, which he hadn't exactly done. Garlic was more subtle than he was.

But he hadn't wanted her to crash into Free Love, the aging hippie.

He had thought to save her discomfort and embarrassment. Now he was standing on the platform with a giant red stain on his shirt, staring at Jamie The Klutz as she smiled shyly at him.

It was a smile that went straight to his groin.

Damn, she was hot.

She glowed.

It was true. There was a rosy, peach color to her everywhere, from the rich auburn of her curly hair to the blush of her cheeks, to the riotous flowers on her dress.

She was just ... peachy.

Which made him hungry. And made him want to see what she looked like naked. See where else she might be peaches and cream.

He came close to groaning out loud at the thought.

The door had long since closed, the train pulled away, and he was still standing there, like the horny idiot that he was. He checked his watch. Only twenty-five and a half hours until he saw her again. He could survive.


As long as he didn't think about her chest, hiding behind that loose floral dress, but glorious nonetheless. It brought to mind all sorts of metaphors about flowers and fruit, with words like ripe, budding, and juicy rising up and tormenting him.

He took the stairs to the street two at a time and ordered his hormones to lie down and play dead. It didn't work. His sister owed him an explanation. Never once when talking about her roommate had she mentioned Jamie was a sexual goddess with breasts that could stop traffic, war, and obliterate the need for Jack to hang on to the Victoria's Secret catalog that had been accidentally delivered to his apartment.

Ten lust-filled minutes later he stepped into his grandfather's room at the nursing home and found him sitting in his recliner, watching a game show. "Hey, Pops, how are you?"

"Stuck in this hell hole, but other than that, no complaints."

"Come on, Pops." Though Jack could sympathize with his grandfather. Living in a nursing home must be an anticlimactic ending to life. It was a rehabilitative facility, but Jack got the impression Pops felt this was the beginning of the end. One stay led to another until you never went home. "It's nice here. It doesn't smell or anything."

"Hah. You haven't been here on taco day." Pops turned and studied him. "What's all over your shirt?"

"Your dinner." He'd bought it for his grandfather in the first place, being more of a pesto sauce, lean chicken kind of guy. But he wasn't sure how appealing it was going to be now that it had bounced around the inside of the bag. "Spaghetti. It got shoved against me by this woman on the subway."

Pops narrowed his eyes as his gaze dropped. "You've got a hard-on, Jack."


Excerpted from YOU DON'T KNOW JACK by ERIN McCARTHY Copyright © 2006 by Erin McCarthy. Excerpted by permission.
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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 13, 2007

    Love it

    Sexy, fun and some parts were actually touching. Loved Jack and loved this story, didn't want it to end.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 8, 2007

    so disappointing

    the sex scenes where the best part of the book. characters were pathetic. it was a complete waste of money.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 19, 2013

    Pretty good


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  • Posted January 16, 2013

    You Don't Know Jack is the second book in the NY Girlfriends ser

    You Don't Know Jack is the second book in the NY Girlfriends series by Erin McCarthy. I read the first book, The Pregnancy Test, almost five years ago and just found it to be OK. Not terrible, but definitely not great. Fortunately, this second book more than makes up for where the first book lacked. It had humor and was filled with some of the most hot and spicy sex scenes I have read in a long time. Some readers may even categorize this as erotica.

    I loved these characters. Jamie and Jack make the perfect couple even though they are complete polar opposites. Jamie is a working class girl living in New York City with three roommates to make ends meet. She's a social worker who is helping paroled convicts re-enter the world as free men. She doesn't believe in the happily ever after fairy tale or in love. I thought Jamie's cynical nature would annoy me after a while, but it never did. Jamie lives by an unusual code of ethics and, up until she meets Jack, it has worked for her.

    Normally, a man who lies to a woman from the start can't ever be trusted and I applaud the woman who tells these types of men where to go. Unfortunately, Jack isn't truthful with Jamie when they meet. He lies about the circumstances that have placed him on the subway she is on. He keeps his true identity to himself as he knows that Jamie would probably avoid him if she knew because a): he's her roommate, Caroline's brother, and b): he has a lot of money. We're talking about an obscene amount. He comes from money anyway, but we're talking about the kind of money that enables someone to officially retire from the corporate Wall Street career before turning thirty. This is definitely not the kind of lifestyle Jamie lives in or feels comfortable in. Last, but not least, Jack knows that Jamie would have a problem knowing who he really is because he just turned down her employer's request for funding and if she knew he suspected her of embezzling money, she might not react with sunshine and daisies. I totally understand why Jack keeps the truth from Jamie, but it still doesn't make it right and, of course, Jamie finds out and it doesn't look good for them to make a go of it.

    The great thing about Jack is that even though he is mega rich, he's very likable, down to earth and very persistent. Jamie finds it extremely difficult to stay angry at him and not like him. In addition, he makes her feel things she has never felt before with any other man. Several times while reading this book, I wished I were Jamie.

    My only very small problem with this book was the story left a lot of loose ends that leaves the reader hanging. I had a lot of "what about" questions at the end about Austin, Jack's grandfather, Jamie's father, Jamie's roommates, Caroline, Allison and Mandy. If you are like me when reading a book, specifically a book that is part of a series, you want those loose ends tied up, especially if those loose ends will have no relevance to the rest of the series. Unfortunately, I am unable to determine if there are anymore books in this series.

    Even still, I thoroughly enjoyed meeting Jamie and Jack and highly recommend this book if you like smexy (smutty and sexy) hot love scenes and some hilarity to go with it.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 11, 2012


    This book is so good i re-READ it every few months. Loved the characters, the dialogue was quick and just flowed. Jack is unbelieveable!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 16, 2006

    Courtesy of Romance Junkies:

    Jamie Peters is about to meet her soul mate. At least, that¿s what her cross-dressing psychic insists is going to happen. The fateful meeting will involve an accident, food, and a huge lie. What? Jamie has no intention of finding any soul mate. She¿s not the kind of woman men dream about, anyway. She¿s more the maternal type - a nurturer, not some sort of seductress. Besides, Jamie always seems to find fixer-upper guys, who always move on once she¿s patched them up. That¿s probably because her job as a social worker tends to spill over into her personal life. But even if she were in the market for a soul mate, there¿s no way she would fall for a liar. And her unconventional family life has left Jamie wary of the opposite sex, which doesn¿t exactly leave her open to the possibility of a serious relationship. Maybe her psychic read the signs wrong and it¿s supposed to be a hot, steamy affair instead of something permanent. Now that, Jamie could live with. ---------- Jonathon Davidson has obviously gone insane. At least, his family thinks so. Why else would he have given up a prestigious, high-paying job on Wall Street? Maybe there's hope for him yet. He may not be a hot-shot anymore, but he's still wealthy and incredibly good-looking. And he does have a job. He¿s a detective of sorts, looking into crimes in the world of finance. His latest case involves the social work agency where his sister¿s roommate, Jamie Peters, works. They¿ve applied for funding from his family¿s charitable foundation, and something definitely isn¿t quite right with their books. Jonathon needs to make sure Jamie isn¿t involved in anything illegal. All he has to do is come up with a way to meet her, without revealing his true identity. ---------- When Jamie crashes into a stranger on the subway and ruins his takeout spaghetti dinner, not to mention his shirt, alarm bells start clanging in her head. When she looks into his eyes, she knows she¿s in serious trouble. The gorgeous hunk introduces himself as Jack, and he¿s quick to forgive her for the destroyed meal. Jamie can¿t help but like the guy and somehow, they end up making a dinner date. Uh-oh. There was an accident, there was even food involved, but so far, no huge lie that Jamie knows of. Is he married? Gay? What¿s the story with Jack? He¿s certainly easy on the eyes and tough to resist. Definitely steamy affair material. But a soul mate? Jamie still isn¿t buying it. ---------- Jack can¿t believe how hard he¿s falling for Jamie. The little white lies just keep piling up as he tries to keep her from finding out about the big whopper. He¿s pretty sure she would run fast and far if she knew he was not only a millionaire, but also investigating her employers. What will happen if Jamie finds out the truth? Can he convince her that Jonathon Davidson is every bit as worthy a man as his alter ego? ---------- Erin McCarthy is a master at creating just the right blend of humor and heat. Page after page of steamy, mind-blowing encounters between Jack and Jamie are perfectly balanced with plenty of laugh-out-loud moments. The more serious issue of Jamie¿s past and how it has affected her relationships was handled beautifully. It was easy to fall in love with Jack and understand his reasons for being less than truthful with Jamie. It was equally easy to see why his actions felt like such a betrayal to her. I hoped they would look deep inside and try to find a way to make their relationship work, in spite of its rather unconventional beginning. Very highly recommended!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 28, 2006

    Score another for Erin!

    Jamie Peters is a social worker that works with helping ex-cons to re-enter society and find jobs to keep them out of trouble again. Jonathon Davidson is a retired from Wall Street millionaire and is helping with his grandfather¿s foundation. When they received an application from the place where Jamie works Jonathon finds there is some weird things happening there and decides to investigate himself. One look at Jamie and he just can¿t help but wanting her. The chemistry between them is so strong that can¿t be denied, even when Jamie fights tooth and nail against it after finding out that he has been telling her lies! This is a refreshing, fun, sensuous and romantic story that will make you laugh so hard one second and sigh with pleasure the next. Erin once again skillfully created refreshing, colorful and tender characters that resulted in a unique and great story that will keep you turning pages. Way to go Erin, another keeper, you did it again!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 15, 2006

    A guaranteed great read from Erin McCarthy

    Social Worker Jamie Peters has given up on ever finding true love. That is, until her psychic friend, Beckwith, predicts that her streak of romantic bad luck is about to change. Seeing how Beckwith is a six and a half foot tall male, usually wearing a dress, stilettos and full make up, some people might doubt his credibility, but Jamie has absolute faith in her dear friend. When a gorgeous stranger comes to her rescue on the subway, Jamie is certain that Beckwith¿s prediction has come to fruition. This man has all of the qualities she wants in a man, he¿s handsome, polite and thoughtful. One thing neither Jamie nor Beckwith considered were the several men in Jamie¿s life at present ¿ her estranged father, this charming subway stranger, the co-workers and former prisoners in her office could it be that Beckwith has his psychic wires crossed?***** Jamie is no stranger to Jonathan ¿Jack¿ Davidson. He knows precisely who she is and deliberately staged their ¿accidental¿ subway meeting so he could get to know her better. Jack is investigating her agency and its request for funding from his grandfather¿s foundation. Something in the agency¿s books just doesn¿t appear to be on the up and up, and Jack suspects that someone in the office is involved with insider trading. His biggest problem with this mess is that he is intensely attracted to everything about Jamie ¿ her mouthwatering curves, her sweet innocence, those sumptuous curves, her adorable freckles ¿ and then there are those luscious curves . . . Jack suspects that she feels equally attracted to him. When the two of them act on that undeniable attraction, and spend an incredibly sensuous night together, Jack is in deeper than ever. He doesn¿t want Jamie to know who he is or that he suspects her of illegal activities, but she happens to be one of his sister¿s roommates the same sister who is getting married in two weeks, making it impossible for Jack to remain anonymous for very much longer.***** Jamie and Jack are wonderful together both are sweet and kind, even if their backgrounds and social status couldn¿t be any farther apart. Secondary characters include a vast assortment of family and friends, all of whom play key roles in the storyline. Erin McCarthy has the unique ability to completely draw you into her books every single time. I completely lose track of everything around me when I¿m reading her work. Do yourself a favor and get your hands on this book as quickly as possible, you¿ll have no regrets.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 17, 2006

    Hot, Sexy, Witty

    Erin has penned a wonderful read with lots of sizzling heat between the characters. Jamie Peters is a social worker who is always in relationships that are headed nowhere. She was a person who dated predominately unemployed, down on their luck men, ones that she could help out, build up their self esteem, generally fix-uppers and then get promptly dumped by them when things are better. When Jamie's psychic friend, Beckworth Tripp, who is a cross dressing, ex-con tells her she is going to meet her soul mate through an accident involving motion and food, she was intrigued but scared as well.................On the fateful day that Jamie is thrown into Jack Davidson on the subway train and crushes his bag of food to his chest in the process, the heat generated between the two of them is enough to start a forest fire. What Jamie doesn't know is that Jack is really Jonathon Davidson, retired Wall Street stockbroker and millionaire who has been following Jamie trying to figure out if she was mixed up in the illegal day trading that is being carried on at the agency where she works. He is also responsible for the Hathaway Foundation turning her Agency down for the extra funding that she had applied for because of his findings. Jack is tired of the fake society that he is a part of, where his previous girlfriends are more interested in his money than him, and finds Jamie a breath of fresh air. She is honest, truthful, sexy as all get out and a real turn on. Their first date turns out be a sizzling one, until Jamie finds out that Jack has lied about who he is and is her roommate's brother to boot. One thing she cannot tolerate is liars and Jack has done this in spades. The reader is in for a treat with the way that Erin has weaved this story showing the love and trust issues that Jamie has to overcome, and giving us secondary characters that fit in so well. The grandfather, Will Hathaway is a treasure you can't help but like. This is a book that will have you laughing in many places but at the same time fanning yourself from the heat these two generate and wanting to keep turning the pages to find out if Jack can turn this whole mess around..............but in the end it proves..........You Don't Know Jack..........I thoroughly enjoyed this book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 16, 2006

    I want to Know Jack !!

    Jamie Peters doesn't have the best of luck with men. She seems to always find the guys who use her and then take off. Jack aka Jonathon Davidson is a wealthy man who finds it difficult to tell if people like him or his money. An accident lands Jamie in Jack's arms-- What better place to be? The attraction between them is immediate and intense, leading to the longest first date, one that lasts until the next afternoon. As her luck would have it--Jamie discovers Jack was not entirely honest with her. Jack is not willing to give up and he must earn her trust back. The road that leads them back together is a sexy steamy journey. The chemistry between the characters just leaps off the page. While nobody is perfect Jamie and Jack are perfect for each other. The cast of supporting characters was hilarious, my favorites are his grandfather and the cross dressing psychic. I also loved reading again about the girlfriends we first met in The Pregnancy Test, one of my favorite books. Another entertaining book by Erin McCarthy, that I enjoyed so much the first time, I just had to read it again and again...

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 5, 2006

    loyal reader

    Jamie Peters is a loving social worker with father, trust, and love issues. She's the queen of 'fix him up' and send him on his way dating. Her dates seem to be the pet project guys or the leach-type. When her psychic, cross-dressing, ex-con friend tells her she is about to meet Mr. Right by accident, she's not buying it. Jamie does just that running to catch the subway, she's smashed against a hunk of masculine love and well-his spaghetti dinner. The attraction is instantaneous between the two strangers. Well he's a stranger to her, but this guy knows just who Jamie is. The stranger is Jonathan Davidson, aka, Jack, Jamie's roomate Caroline's older, sexy brother, that she has never met before. Jack is simply amazed by his first up-close and personal view of Jamie. Not only is she a stunning read head, she's also the woman whose agecny he's investigating and the person's whose application he denied to his grandfather's charitable organization. Jack wants her and can't believe his sister never told him Jamie was such a looker. Jack gets to know Jamie on a personal and intimate level until she finds out he's really Jonathan Davidson, snooty millionare and application denier-all negatives in her opinion. That's where the fun really begins. Erin weaves a tale full of rich and muli-layered characters. If you're looking for a hot and hilarious read, be sure to pick this one up. I highly recommend it.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 25, 2006

    Sassy, Sexy, and Lots of Fun

    Social worker Jamie has a bad habit of dating the wrong men, so when she literally bumps into Jack, she figures he'll be the same way, even though she feels like he is the right man for her. But Jack, who happens to be the brother of one of Jamie's best friends, is not your average guy, and he is thankful that Jamie doesn't know he is really the mega-rich guy who just turned down her agency's request for funding. Of course, Jack's secret didn't stay that way for long, and soon Jack is trying to convince Jamie he is not like all the other men in her life. Ms. McCarthy is an excellent author of fun, sexy, and lighthearted romances, and this one will not disappoint. Her cast of secondary characters really compliment the main story line, and leave you excited knowing more stories will be written about these people. Prepare to be enchanted by the steamy sex scenes and the laugh out loud moments. I highly recommend this book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 30, 2006

    Wickedly Funny

    You Don¿t Know Jack by Erin McCarthy is a wonderfully hilarious and sexy book. ------ Her psychic friend tells social worker Jamie Peters that her soul mate is just around the corner. When she bumps into hunky Jack she thinks maybe this is it. Jamie hasn¿t had the best of luck with men so she is a bit leery. But there is something about this man that gets her mojo going. _____ Jack Davidson has been following Jamie to see if she is legit. She had requested money from his non-profit foundation and when he had her agency checked things didn¿t add up. Someone is playing the market with agency funds. After meeting Jamie Jack knows it can¿t be her. But after a hot and spicy weekend together will she forgive him after she finds out the truth. ______ Jack and Jamie start out their relationship in reverse. They stumble into bed quickly but when reality hits they skid to a halt. Jack must regain Jamie¿s trust and love. _____ You Don¿t Know Jack is another treat by the funny and witty Erin McCarthy. It has her trademark wicked sense of humor and all out sexy romance. I can¿t wait to see what she has in store for the Jamie¿s other friends.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 27, 2006

    fun lighthearted romantic romp

    Social worker Jamie Peters seems to date a lot of losers who she helps get on their feet and builds up their confidence until they feel ready to face the world, but first they dump her. Her psychic friend, Beckworth Tripp tells her that her bad run of relationships is about to end because she is going to accidentally run into Mr. Right. She ridicules his prediction, but deep down fears what will happen because she knows Tripp never trips up. On the subway, a sudden jerk by the train sends Jamie into Jack Davidson, destroying his spaghetti meal. They are attracted to one another, but he has relationship issues too as women want his wealth and power rather than him. He hides from her that he is former Wall St. genius Jonathon Davidson, her college roommate¿s brother and the man who directed the Hathaway Foundation to reject her application for funding of her Urban Gardens project because he thinks her agency is involved in illegal day trading. As they fall in love while he dates and investigates her, he fears what will happen to their relationship because she may not know Jack from Jonathon, but she detests liars and their foundation is built on a lie. --- YOU DON¿T KNOW JACK is a fun lighthearted romantic romp starring two likable protagonists. Jamie knows the moment she accidentally knocks into Jack he is her ¿One¿ as predicted by cross dressing Beckworth. Jack knows one thing that when she learns just who he is, he faces strike three: hiding his identity, rejecting her application and investigating her agency. Fans will appreciate their up and down relationship as he knows he needs to prove his sincerity to his beloved so that he regains her trust as the delightfully eccentric Tripp will tell readers anything can happen on Hudson Street. --- Harriet Klausner

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