Lily Tyler's very interested in her sexy new neighbor, private jet pilot Brady Cole. Brady could really go for smart, gorgeous Lily. The fire that's generated whenever they're together isn't just chemical . . . it's nuclear!But then there's Doug . . .
The real ruler of the roost—Lily's noisy, nasty, match-mauling pooch—Doug likes to greet anyone he dislikes with yaps, nips, and very unpleasant surprises. And Doug does not like Brady. (Doug, in fact, doesn't like anybody—except Lily, of course. And, oddly enough, the squeaky clean, partner-track attorney whom Lily's domineering dad would love for his dutiful daughter to marry.)
Brady's no canine fan to begin with—and Doug's the devil-dog incarnate! But Lily could never get serious with anyone who doesn't click with her precious puppy—so Brady's going to need a lot more than great looks, smooth charm, and hot passion to get himself out of the doghouse and into Lily's life!
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Elaine Fox has spent enough of her life datingto know that the scenarios described in this book arecompletely plausible -- though she disclaims any direct experience with any of them. Fortunately,however, she has been able to parlay this extendedsearch for romance into a career and hopesher readers appreciate the cathartic experience whileliving happily-ever-after lives themselves. Elainecurrently lives in Virginia.
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Beware of Doug
By Elaine Fox
HarperCollins Publishers, Inc.Copyright © 2007 Elaine Fox
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"Someone's moving in."
Nathan made the statement as if he and Lily were parked in a dark alley, wearing night-vision goggles and staking out someone's house, instead of standing by the fence in their respective front yards on a sunny spring afternoon. They were watching several large moving men unload a leather couch from a truck into the right side of Lily's Victorian "twin house," the nineteenth century's version of a duplex.
From inside her half, Lily's French bulldog, Doug, could be heard barking as if the four horse-men of the apocalypse were galloping up the driveway. Through the closed window he sounded like a cartoon character underwater. Bwoop-bwoop. Bwoop-bwoop.
"My father's really happy with this tenant," Lily said, watching two of the movers bend an enormous mattress through the front door. It looked even bigger than a king size. Who in the world needed such a big bed? "That's why he wanted me to be here when the guy moved in, in case he had any questions. The guy's being bankrolled by a billionaire, as my father put it, so he won't be a deadbeat like Hugh was."
"It's a guy?" Nathan asked sharply.
Lily nodded. "Don't worry," she added. "I'm sure my father read this one the riot act about loud parties and beer cans in the backyard. You and your mother can rest easy. Besides, this guy works. He's not in college like Hughwas."
"What does he do?"
"He's a pilot. He'll be flying Sutter Foley's private jet. Apparently it's a full-time job." Despite herself, she was impressed with this. A pilot. It seemed so . . . adventurous.
Nathan nodded. "Nice, working for a billionaire. So I guess your friend Megan knows him. I mean since she lives with Foley and all. Did she say what he was like? Is he, like, old or anything?"
"I'm not sure she does know him." Lily leaned slightly sideways as the movers manipulated the long leather couch first one way, then the other, in an attempt to get it through the door. "She isn't very involved in Sutter's business stuff." She gazed down the street again, expecting that any minute a car would pull into the driveway. "Where is he, anyway? I don't have all day. You'd think the new guy would be here, directing the movers, so they know where to put stuff. Doesn't seem very responsible."
"Maybe he's on a flight," Nathan said. "Maybe he's gone a lot. Could be he'll never be around."
Lily glanced at him. "That would be great."
Even as she said the words, a motorcycle roared up the street, rattling the windows on nearby houses, then slowed to a crawl and pulled into the driveway. It didn't stop there, however. With a twitch of the driver's wrist the cycle gave a gratuitous growl and pulled right up alongside the moving truck, partially on the lawn, over the front walk to a patch of grass next to the flower bed lining the right side of the porch.
It was out of the way of the movers, she gave him that. But it stood in the front of the house like the prized possession of a redneck in a trailer park.
The motorcycle's rider wore a brown bomber jacket, faded and frayed jeans, a sweatshirt that seemed to fit snugly across a wide chest and drape loosely over a trim middle. He pulled off his helmet to reveal straight brown hair with a side part and dark sunglasses over a lean face.
He straightened his legs, swung one easily over the saddle, and settled the helmet on the seat of the black-and-chrome beast.
"A bomber jacket on a pilot," Nathan said sourly. "What a cliché."
Lily laughed, but could not take her eyes from the pilot. "At least the sunglasses aren't mirrored."
He looked like trouble, she thought. Had her father actually met this guy in person? There was no way he'd be less difficult than Hugh had been, she could tell just by looking at him. Hugh at least had been nineteen and intimidatable. This guy was an adult who worked for a billionaire, and it was obvious simply from the way he moved that he had confidence enough for several normal men. Besides, he was a pilot. Didn't everyone know about pilots? They were all cocksure and obnoxious. She knew. She'd seen Top Gun.
In addition to everything else, he was good-looking. That was immediately obvious. In her experience, that meant a parade of bimbos through the house, not to mention parties and drunken revelry on a regular basis. Then there was that motorcycle. He might as well have been landing the jet in the backyard for all the noise that the bike made.
"Oh Daddy." She sighed, shaking her head. Why didn't he let her rent the place out? She'd offered, more than once. He always told her not to worry about it, that he'd take care of it, that she should just concentrate on grading papers or whatever the hell it was she did at that college.
The new tenant chatted with one of the movers a minute, gestured toward the house with broad, casual sweeps, laughed, then turned and headed for Lily and Nathan.
"One of you Lillian Tyler?" he asked, nearing them with a loose-legged stride. He removed his sunglasses in a smooth, practiced move.
His smile was pleasant, she had to admit. And he had hazel eyes that crinkled appealingly. A man who went into every situation knowing he'd be liked.
"That would be me." She raised her hand. "Most people call me Lily."
He reached out to shake. "Brady Cole. Nice to meet you."
She took his hand, and their palms met, his was warm and dry, hers cool in his grip. The guy exuded confidence even through his skin, she thought.
"And this is Nathan Williams." She gestured toward Nathan. "He lives next door with his mother, Edie."
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Elaine Fox is a witty, modern day romance author that is able to make the story suit many reader's actual lives. Her characters are each very unique and create strong emotional responses in the reader (you end up loving some, and hating others) and throughout the book, she switches perspectives from one character to the next, traveling through Lilly, Brady, and even Doug's mind! I thoroughly enjoyed this book: couldn't put it down! A wonderful tale that many, many people can relate to in regards to the battle over the high expectations that people (including ourselves) lay down for us, and how to overcome them. Make us another, Fox!
In Fredericksburg, Virginia, Sutter Foley¿s newly hired private jet pilot Brady Cole moves next door to English Literature Professor Lillian ¿Lily¿ Tyler. When he introduces himself to her and another neighbor Nathan Williams, the pilot and the professor are instantly attracted to one another. However, as if he knows Doug the dog goes berserk when Lily and Brady meet as he hates any man who ventures inside Lily¿s circle as he is the only acceptable male. On top of that, the howling Tricia arrives to call Brady an SOB for leaving her without a word.--------------- Doug detests Brady and Brady detests Doug as each senses a rival for the affection of Lily. However having made many bad relationship judgments, including Tricia, Brady decides to stay away from his neighbor though he enjoys spending time with her. Lily desires him, but Doug rejects him so she follows her canine¿s instincts even if that leads to Gerald the lawyer, who she feels no passion for because it is Brady the pilot whom she fantasizes making love with.------------- Contemporary romance fans will appreciate that Elaine Fox ignored WC Fields¿ admonition of never costarring with a child or an animal as Dog steals the show especially when he provides is first person account on his rivals for the affection of his significant other. The amusing story line is fast-paced from the first howling and never slows down until the ¿new guy¿ tries to persuade his canine adversary that he a ¿good guy¿ because to win Lily¿s heart he must win Doug¿s first.------------ Harriet Klausner