When it came to men, definitely the former. But Abby Saunders was certainly aware that when it came to her boss--and his mysterious, possibly unsavory dealings--it could well be the latter. So when she was introduced to crack crime reporter Logan St. John, she was relieved. After all, it was unlikely that the still-grieving, if gorgeous, widower would be looking for a relationship--and maybe he could help her figure out how much trouble she was really in....
As for Logan, his no-strings-attached connection with Abby was about to hit a snag. Oh, he could see how much danger she was in--spotting danger was his area of expertise, after all. Funny how he completely missed the signs around his heart....
About the Author
Born in San Antonio, Texas, Linda Turner and her identical twin sister, Brenda, were known throughout the neighborhood in which they grew up simply as "Twin."
No one except their parents and their older brother could tell them apart. They dressed alike, wore their hair alike, and even had the same glasses, so it wasnt surprising that they were stared at everywhere they went.
Consequently, when Linda announced at the age of 25 that she was going to start writing romance novels, she wasnt surprised when Brenda said, "I dont care how famous your name gets, just make sure your face doesnt become recognizable!"
Needless to say, Lindas face isnt known in every household in the U.S.--yet. Recently, she spent six weeks taking screenwriting classes at the American Film Institute in Los Angeles, and shes made no secret of the fact that she plans to write and--hopefully--sell a screenplay in the new millennium.
And her ambitions dont stop there. She already has her dress for the Oscars.
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Beneath The Surface
By Linda Turner
Harlequin Enterprises, Ltd.Copyright © 2004 Harlequin Enterprises, Ltd.
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Chapter OneAcross the high-school cafeteria, the band launched into one of the biggest hits of the eighties, and the alumni from the Liberty Hill High School Class of '88 greeted the familiar song with a cheer of enthusiasm. Seated with her back to the dance floor, Abby Saunders didn't have to turn around to know that Dennis Coffman, her date for the evening, had decided she'd spent enough time reminiscing with her old high school friends. She, like everyone else within thirty yards of him, could hear every word he said as he strode toward her.
"Where's the beautiful woman I came with? I spent a fortune for the tickets to this shindig and I haven't got to dance with her once! Abby? Do you hear me, sugar? Enough gabbing. C'mon, let's dance. I want to hold that gorgeous body of yours."
Her cheeks stinging, Abby would have liked nothing more than to crawl in a hole somewhere and just disappear. She shouldn't have come ... especially with Dennis. He was too loud, too obnoxious. He tried too hard to fit in, and in the process, couldn't have branded himself more of an outsider. She hadn't wanted to go alone, however, so she'd invited him to come with her. She should have known better. His compliments were too over the top to be sincere, and when he talked about money, whichhe did frequently, everyone within ear-shot seemed to cringe with embarrassment for him.
Seated with Lily, Natalie and Rachel at a table near the back of the cafeteria, Abby could imagine what her friends were thinking. What was she doing with him?
She'd asked herself the same question dozens of times over the last few months, and the answer was always the same. She didn't want to go through life alone. Unfortunately, she'd never had much confidence in herself as a woman. She was too thin, her breasts were too small and she'd never thought she was very interesting to a man ... except Dennis. When they'd started dating, she'd tried to convince herself that everyone had faults, and at least Dennis didn't drink or play around on her or lose his temper and hit her. If he was a braggart and brash and liked to hear himself talk - well, she'd told herself she could live with that. Now she wasn't so sure.
She was embarrassed to be seen with him, and that made her feel horrible about herself. She'd known what he was like when she'd invited him to come with her. This was her fault. Suddenly needing to get out of there, she rose abruptly to her feet as Dennis reached their table. "I really don't feel like dancing," she told him quietly. "In fact, I don't feel well at all. Would you mind if we left?"
"Sugar, you don't know how glad I am to hear you say that," he retorted. "Not that I want you to be sick, but I've had about all the fun I can stand in this dump."
Abby winced. "Dennis -"
"Hey, the truth hurts. Hang on while I get the car. Then I'll take you somewhere where we can get some real food. That's probably why you're sick. I don't know who did the catering, but my dog wouldn't eat it."
With that loud announcement, he strolled out, not noticing the hostile looks that followed him. Abby saw them, however, and couldn't blame her former classmates for being irritated. He didn't have to be so rude.
"I'm sorry," she told her friends. "This was a mistake."
"Don't apologize," Lily told her. "You're not responsible for what someone else says."
"But I brought him here. I shouldn't have."
"You had a right to bring a date, Abby," Natalie said with a frown. "I just wish he appreciated you."
She grimaced. "He's not as bad as he sounds. Really," she insisted when her friends looked skeptical. "He's just got a lot of insecurities. I think that's why he boasts so much ... to make himself feel better."
"You don't do that," Rachel pointed out quietly. "And you probably have just as many insecurities."
"True," she said ruefully. "I am one big walking insecurity, but at least I don't go around bragging about myself. I just make bad choices when it comes to men."
"I think we can all plead guilty to that," Lily said with a chuckle. "I've spent my entire life dealing with one controlling man after another. I just can't seem to get away from them."
"Hey, my story's better than that," Rachel retorted. "At least you didn't spend years trying to get pregnant by a man who'd had a vasectomy and didn't tell you. Do you know how dumb I felt when I found out?"
"If we're going for the stupid award," Natalie said, "then I take the prize. I'm the only one who worked like a dog to put a husband through college and law school because he told me I'd get to go to school as soon as he could support us. Then what did he do? Used that same law degree to divorce me so he could marry his paralegal and run off to a tropical island. He doesn't even pay child support. Talk about dumb! And I never saw it coming."
"So we've all made mistakes," Lily said. "We don't have to keep beating ourselves up over it."
"We control our own destiny," Natalie added. "We just have to believe in ourselves and go after what we want."
Abby sighed in defeat. "I thought that's what I was doing when I started dating Dennis."
Rachel lifted a brow. "Whenever you think of meeting a great guy and falling in love, is Dennis the kind of man you dream of?"
Abby didn't even have to think about the answer to that one. "No, of course not."
"Then what are you doing with him when he is so obviously Mr. Wrong?" Natalie asked with a frown.
At that moment, Dennis pulled his car to a stop in front of the cafeteria doors and blared the horn. Abby swallowed a silent groan. If she'd needed a sign of how wrong Dennis was for her, he'd just given it to her. He wasn't the kind of man she could ever fall in love with - she was just wasting her time with him.
But breaking things off with him was the least of her problems. How was she supposed to believe in herself when she never had before? She didn't even know where to begin.
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Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Wow. That's - um, bad! Highly inconsistent characters, really stupid actions (as in, no one would do that unless the author needed them to), repeated interruptions of the suspense for the romance (read: sex) and the romance for the suspense... just poor. The biggest obstacle to belief for me was - they've talked on the phone just about every day, and in person nearly as often. She's got important information to share with him, and she was in danger. Someone _else_ picks up his phone, and she can't tell it's not him! Yeah, right! 'Sore throat' indeed - that explains why he didn't even comment on her danger? I was having trouble before that, but at that point it just stopped working for me. Just not good.