Fast Women: A Novel

Fast Women: A Novel

by Jennifer Crusie


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When a down-on-her-luck divorcée meets a determined-to-dominate detective, they find out that falling in love can be murder. . . .

Nell Dysart's in trouble. Weighed down by an inexplicable divorce and a loss of appetite for everything, Nell is sleepwalking through life until her best friend finagles a job for her with a shabby little detective agency that has lots of potential and a boss who looks easy to manage.

Gabe McKenna isn't doing too well, either. His detective agency is wasting time on a blackmail case, his partner has decided he hates watching cheating spouses for money, and his ex-wife has just dumped him . . . again. The only thing that's going his way is that his new secretary looks efficient, boring, and biddable.

But looks can be deceiving, and soon Nell and Gabe are squaring off over embezzlement, business cards, vandalism, dognapping, blackmail, Chinese food, unprofessional sex, and really ugly office furniture, all of which turn out to be the least of their problems. Because soon, there are murders. And shortly after that, Nell and Gabe start falling in love. . . .

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780312668525
Publisher: St. Martin's Press
Publication date: 03/29/2011
Pages: 496
Sales rank: 312,821
Product dimensions: 5.50(w) x 8.20(h) x 1.50(d)

About the Author

Jennifer Crusie is the New York Times, Publishers Weekly, and USA Today bestselling author of Maybe This Time, Welcome to Temptation, Tell Me Lies, Crazy for You, Faking It, and Bet Me. She has also collaborated with Bob Mayer to write Wild Ride, Agnes and the Hitman and Don't Look Down. Crusie earned her bachelor's degree from Bowling Green State University, a master's from Wright State University, and a master of fine arts from Ohio State University. Before devoting herself to writing full-time, Crusie worked as a preschool teacher, an elementary and junior high art teacher, and a high school English teacher. She lives on the banks of the Ohio River.



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B.A., Bowling Green State University, 1973; M.A., Wright State University; Ph.D., Ohio University, 1986

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Fast Women

By Jennifer Crusie

St. Martin's Press

Copyright © 2001 Jennifer Crusie Smith
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4299-9438-5


The man behind the cluttered desk looked like the devil, and Nell Dysart figured that was par for her course since she'd been going to hell for a year and a half anyway. Meeting Gabriel McKenna just meant she'd arrived.

"Yes, I think you better look into that," he said into the phone with barely disguised impatience, his sharp eyes telegraphing his annoyance.

It was rude to talk on the phone in front of her, but he didn't have a secretary to answer the phone for him, and she was a job applicant not a client, and he was a detective not an insurance salesman, so maybe the regular rules of social intercourse didn't apply.

"I'll come up on Monday," he said. "No, Trevor, waiting would not be better. I'll talk to all of you at eleven."

He sounded as if he were talking to a fractious uncle, not a client. The detective business must be a lot better than this place looked if he could dictate to clients like that, especially clients named Trevor. The only Trevor Nell knew was her sister-in-law's father, and he was richer than God, so maybe Gabe McKenna was really powerful and successful and just needed somebody to manage his office back into shape. She could do that.

Nell looked around the shabby room and tried to be positive, but the place was gloomy in the September afternoon light, even gloomier because the ancient blinds on the equally ancient big windows were pulled down. The McKenna Building stood on the corner of two of the city's prettier thoroughfares in German Village, a district where people paid big bucks to look out their windows at historic Ohio brick streets and architecture, but Gabriel McKenna pulled his blinds, probably so he couldn't see the mess inside. The walls were covered with dusty framed black-and-white photos, the furniture needed to be cleaned and waxed, and his desk needed to be plowed. She'd never seen so much garbage on one surface in her life, the Styrofoam cups alone would —

"Yes," he said, his voice low and sure. The light from his green-shaded desk lamp threw shadows on his face, but with those dark eyes closed now, he didn't look nearly as satanic. More like your average, dark-haired, fortysomething businessman in a striped shirt and loosened tie. Like Tim.

Nell stood up abruptly and dropped her purse on the chair. She went to the big window to open the blinds and let in a little light. If she cleaned the place up, he could leave the blinds open to make a better impression. Clients liked doing business in the light, not in the pit of hell. She tugged once on the cord and it stuck, so she tugged again, harder, and this time it came off in her hand.

Oh, great. She looked back, but he was still on the phone, his broad shoulders hunched, so she shoved the cord onto the windowsill. It fell off onto the hardwood floor, the plastic end making a sharp, hollow sound as it hit, and she leaned into the blind-covered window to get it from behind the chair that was in the way. It was just out of her fingers' reach, another damn thing out of her reach, so she pressed harder against the blinds, stretching to touch it with her fingertips.

The window cracked under her shoulder.

"I'll see you on Monday," he said into the phone, and she kicked the cord behind the radiator and went back to sit down before he could notice that she was destroying his office around him.

Now she had to get the job so she could cover the tracks of her vandalism. And besides, there was that desk; somebody needed to save this guy. And then there was her need for money to pay for rent and other luxuries. Somebody needs to save me, she thought.

He hung up the phone and turned to her, looking tired. "I apologize, Mrs. Dysart. You can see how much we need a secretary."

Nell looked at his desk and thought, You need more than a secretary, buddy, but she said, "Perfectly all right." She was going to be cheerful and helpful if it killed her.

He picked up her résumé. "Why did you leave your last position?"

"My boss divorced me."

"That would be a reason," he said, and began to read.

His people skills needed work, she thought as she stared down at her sensible black pumps, planted firmly on the ancient Oriental rug where they couldn't walk her into trouble again. Now if he'd been Tim, he'd have offered her sympathy, a Kleenex, a shoulder to cry on. He would have followed that up by suggesting the purchase of some insurance, but he would have been sympathetic.

There was a spot on the carpet, and she rubbed at it with the toe of her shoe, trying to blend it in. Spots made a place look unsuccessful; it was the details that counted in an office environment. She rubbed harder, and the carpet threads parted, and the spot got bigger; it wasn't a spot, she'd found a hole and had managed to shred it to double its size in under fifteen seconds. She put her foot over the hole and thought, Take me, Jesus, take me now.

"Why do you want to work for us?" he said, and she smiled at him, trying to look bright and eager, plus the aforementioned cheerful and helpful, which was hard since she was middle-aged and cranky.

"I think it would be interesting to work for a detective agency." I think I need a job so I can hold onto my divorce settlement for my old age.

"You'd be amazed how boring it is," he said. "You'll be doing mostly typing and filing and answering phones. You're overqualified for this job."

I'm also forty-two and unemployed, she thought, but she said brightly, "I'm ready for a change."

He nodded, looking as though he wasn't buying any of it, and she wondered if he was enough like Tim that he'd recycle her in twenty years, if after the passage of time he would look at her and say, "We've grown apart. I swear I haven't been interviewing other secretaries on the side, but now I need somebody new. Somebody with real typing skills. Somebody —"

The arm of the chair wobbled under her hand, and she realized she'd been pulling up on it. Relax. She shoved it back down again, clamping her elbow to her side to stop the chair arm from moving any more, keeping her foot on the spot on the rug. Just sit still, she told herself.

Behind her, the blind rustled as it slipped a little.

"You certainly have the skills we need," McKenna said, and she forced a smile. "However, our work here is highly confidential. We have a rule: We never talk about business outside this office. Can you be discreet?"

"Certainly," Nell said, pressing harder on the chair arm as she tried to radiate discretion.

"You do understand that this is a temporary position?"

"Uh, yes," Nell lied, feeling suddenly colder. Here was her new life, just like her old life. She heard a faint crack from the direction of the chair arm and loosened her grip a little.

"Our receptionist is recovering from an accident and should be back in six weeks," he was saying. "So October thirteenth —"

"I'm history," Nell finished. At least he was letting her know ahead of time that the end was coming. She wouldn't get attached. She wouldn't have a son with him. She wouldn't —

The chair arm wobbled again, much looser this time, and he nodded. "If you want the job, it's yours."

The blind slipped again, a rusty, sliding sound.

"I want the job," Nell said.

He fished in his center desk drawer and handed her a key. "This will get you into the outer office on the days my partner, Riley, or I haven't opened before you get here." He stood and offered her his hand. "Welcome to McKenna Investigations, Mrs. Dysart. We'll see you Monday at nine."

Nell stood, too, releasing the chair arm gingerly in the hope that it wouldn't fall to the floor. She reached for his hand, sticking hers out forcefully to show confidence and strength, and hit one of the Styrofoam cups. Coffee spread over his papers while they both watched, their hands clasped over the carnage.

"My fault," he said, letting go of her to grab the cup. "I never remember to throw these out."

"Well, that's my job for the next six weeks," she said, perky as all hell. "Thank you so much, Mr. McKenna."

She gave him one last insanely positive smile and left the office before anything else could happen.

The last thing she saw as she closed the heavy door behind her was the blind slipping once, bouncing, and then crashing down, exposing the star-cracked window, brilliant in the late afternoon light.

* * *

When Eleanor Dysart was gone, Gabe looked at the broken window and sighed. He found a bottle of Bayer in his middle drawer and took two of the aspirin, washing them down with hours-old coffee that had been awful when it was hot, grimacing as somebody knocked on his office door.

His cousin Riley loomed blondly in the doorway, doing his usual impression of a half-bright halfback. "Who was the skinny redhead who just left? Cute, but if we take her case, we should feed her."

"Eleanor Dysart," Gabe said. "She's filling in for Lynnie. And she's stronger than she looks."

Riley frowned at the window as he sat down in the chair Eleanor Dysart had just vacated. "When'd the window get broken?"

"About five minutes ago. And we're hiring her, even though she's a window breaker, because she's qualified and because Jack Dysart asked us to."

Riley looked disgusted. "One of his ex-wives we don't know about?" He leaned on the chair arm, and it cracked and broke so that he had to catch himself to keep from falling through it. "What the hell?"

"Sister-in-law," Gabe said, staring sadly at the chair. "Divorced from his brother."

"Those Dysart boys are hell on wives," Riley said, picking up the chair arm from the floor.

"I mentioned to Jack that we needed a temp and he sent her over. Be nice to her. Other people haven't been." Gabe stashed his aspirin back in the drawer and picked up a coffee-soaked paper. He used another paper to blot the coffee off and held it out to Riley. "You've got the Hot Lunch on Monday."

Riley gave up on the chair arm and dropped it on the floor to take the paper. "I hate chasing cheaters."

Gabe's headache fought back against the aspirin. "If relationship investigation bothers you, you might want to rethink your career choice."

"It's the people, not the job. Like Jack Dysart. A lawyer who thinks adultery is a hobby, there's the bottom of the food chain for you. What a loser."

That's not why you hate him, Gabe thought, but it was late on Friday afternoon, and he had no interest in pursuing his cousin's old grudges. "I have to see him and Trevor Ogilvie on Monday. Both senior partners at once."

"Good for you. I hope Jack's in trouble up to his neck."

"They're being blackmailed."

"Blackmail?" Riley said, his voice full of disbelief. "Jack? There's stuff out there that's even worse than the stuff everybody knows about him?"

"Possibly," Gabe said, thinking about Jack and his total disregard for the consequences of his actions. It was amazing what a handsome, charming, selfish, wealthy lawyer could get away with. At least, it was amazing what Jack got away with. "Jack thinks it's just a disgruntled employee trying to scare them. Trevor thinks it's a prank and if they wait a few weeks —"

Riley snorted. "There's Trevor for you. A lawyer who's made a fortune delaying the other side to death. Which is still better than Jack, the devious son of a bitch."

Gabe felt a spurt of irritation. "Oh, hell, Riley, give the man some credit, it's been fourteen years and he's still married to her. She cracked thirty a while back and he stuck. He may even be faithful for all we know."

Riley scowled at him. "I have no idea what you're talking about —"

"Susannah Campbell Dysart, the defining moment of your youth."

"— but if my choice is between the Hot Lunch and Jack Dysart," Riley went on, "I'll take the Hot Lunch. I was going to campus on Monday anyway; it'll be on my way."

Gabe frowned at him. "I thought you were working a background check on Monday. What are you doing on campus?"

"Having lunch," Riley said, looking innocent.

Gabe's irritation grew. Riley was thirty-four. Maturity was long overdue. "You're dating a grad student now?"

"Junior," Riley said, without guilt. "Horticulture major. Knows everything about plants. Did you realize that the coneflower —"

"So she's what, fifteen years younger than you are?"

"Thirteen," Riley said. "I'm broadening my horizons by learning about the plant world. You, on the other hand, are in such a deep rut you can't even see your horizons. Come out with us, get hooked up —"

"With an undergraduate." Gabe shook his head, disgusted. "No. I'm calling Chloe for dinner tonight. I will be hooked up."

Riley shook his head, equally disgusted. "Much as I like Chloe, sleeping with your ex-wife is not going to get you out of your rut."

"Much as sleeping with a college junior will not help you achieve adulthood," Gabe said.

"Fine, be that way." Riley stood up, affable as ever. "Give my best to Jack and the boys on Monday." He picked up the broken chair and switched it with the one by the window and then left, and Gabe began to sort through the rest of the splattered papers on his desk. As an afterthought, he picked up the phone and hit the speed dial for The Star-Struck Cup, his ex-wife's teashop. He could have walked through the door that connected the agency reception room to The Cup's storeroom and talked to his ex in the flesh, but he didn't want Chloe in the flesh at that moment, he just wanted to make sure he had access to her flesh later.

When Chloe answered, her voice bubbling over the phone, he said, "It's me."

"Good," she said, some of the bubble gone. "Listen, a woman was just in here buying almond cookies. Tall and thin. Faded red hair. Pretty eyes. Did she come from you?"

"Yes, but she's not a client so you can skip the pep talk about how I have to save her. She's Lynnie's temp replacement."

"She has an interesting look to her," Chloe said. "I bet she's a Virgo. Give me her birth date."

"No. Dinner at eight?"

"Yes, please. We need to talk. Lu thinks maybe she'd rather backpack through Europe this fall."

"Not a chance. I paid her first-quarter tuition."

"This is your daughter's life, Gabe."

"No. She's only eighteen. That's too young for Europe by herself."

"She's the same age I was when I married you," Chloe pointed out.

And look at the lousy decision you made. "Chloe, she's going to college. If she hates it after the first quarter, we'll talk."

Chloe sighed. "All right. Now about this Virgo —"

"No," Gabe said and hung up, thinking about his lovely blonde daughter making plans to backpack through faraway countries filled with predatory men while his lovely blonde ex-wife consulted the same stars that had told her to divorce him.

He reached for the aspirin again and this time he washed it down with the Glenlivet he kept stashed in his bottom drawer, just as his dad had before him. He was going to have to do something about Chloe and Lu, not to mention Jack Dysart and Trevor Ogilvie and whatever mess they'd gotten themselves and their law firm into this time. The only cheerful thing in his future was that he'd be sleeping with Chloe later. That was always nice.

Nice? He stopped. Christ, what had happened to "hot"? It couldn't be Chloe, she was the same as she'd always been.

So it's me, he thought, looking at the scotch bottle in one hand and the aspirin bottle on the desk. I'm played out, relying on booze and drugs to get me through the day.

Of course, it was Glenlivet and Bayer he was abusing, not Ripple and crack. His eye fell on the photograph on the wall across from him: his dad and Trevor Ogilvie, forty years before, hands clasped on each other's pinstriped shoulders, grinning at the camera, which they toasted with glasses of scotch. A fine old tradition, he thought and remembered his dad saying, "Trevor's a great guy, but without me, he'd ignore his problems until they blew up in his face."

You left me more than half the agency, Pop.

Not cheered by this, Gabe stashed both bottles in the desk and began to sort through the mess on his desk to find his notes. Damn good thing they had a secretary coming in on Monday. He needed somebody who would follow orders and make his life easier, the way Chloe had when she'd been his secretary. He shot an uneasy glance at the broken window. He was pretty sure Eleanor Dysart was going to make his life easier.


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Fast Women 4.1 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 164 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book could have been so much better. The women should have bunkered down to create their own agency in the end. I've read 5 Crusie novels and I think this one was at the bottom of the list. Once again, Crusie floods the work with characters you don't get to know. Other works by her are much better.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Great characters, very funny, anticlimactic ending, but very fun to read.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This was the first of Jennifer Cruise's books that I've read and I'm so glad I discovered her. This book was on sale and I was tickled to get it because of the price - once I started reading I couldn't believe what a great bargain I had bought! A great price and a fantastically funny and entertaining book. I'll definately buy more of her books. She has a new loyal fan in me!
Guest More than 1 year ago
This is the second book I read that is by Jennifer Crusie. It was the most amazing book I have ever read. The characters are so real with unique personalities. I love the story which contains a mystery, a scary one (left a person in a freezer to death) which I can't stop think about it. There are some high points and down points in the book. But over all, it's one of the best book I have ever read. You cannot put this book down. It's funny, sassy, sexy, and most of all, romantic!
Guest More than 1 year ago
I am usually not much of a reader. And I know in the first chapter or two if I will finish the book. I could not put it down. I was so involved. I got so excited about what would happen next. Very sexy parts. I think that they way she writes I will like her style and I am going to go look for another book she has written.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I hated this book. There's not one smart woman among the whole list of female characters. Instead, they're all winy, money hungry, wimpy and completely co-dependent. I listened to the audio version and after the 2nd tape, I through the whole box in the back seat. The reader's voice is annoying and has no character.
DubaiReader on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
A Chick Lit Who-done-it.I'm kind of sad that I listened to the abridged audio version of this because it turned out to be a much better book than I had been expecting. The cover had led me to expect Chick Lit but in fact it was a well composed who-done-it written in a Chick Lit style. Unfortunately, I felt the abridged version whizzed past a lot of the explanations of the back-story and I had to repeat several CDs to grasp the necessary facts.The Dysart brothers have married the three main women of the story, Nell, Suze and Madge. When we first meet her, Nell has just separated from Tim, Madge's husband, Stewart, had disappeared seven years previously, and Suze is still with Jack. At first it seems that the story is going to be soley about the relationships these women have with their men and with each other; then it becomes apparent that something more sinister has been going on in the background.Madge is a bit of a vague character, but Nell and Suze are great, and Gabe and Riley, the partners in a detective agency where Nell finds a job, are also well written. It was also unusual in that I did actually chuckle a few times, and it is pretty rare for me to find a book amusing.One of the bonuses of listening to the audio version was the voices introduced by Sandra Burr and this was one of my better read CDs, in spite of the questionable abridgement.All in all, a great new author for me - I shall be looking out for more of her books and also keeping an eye open for more narrations by Sandar Burr.
velvetsnape on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Such a good book! I could read it over and over!
harumph on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I am a huge fan of Crusie, with her unconventional heroines and witty quips (and steamy scenes, to be sure). There were many things I liked about Fast Women, including the Maltese Falcon-eqsue vibe of the McKenna's agency, as well as Nell's lovely 1940's-style apartment. It took me awhile to figure out how everyone was related, which threw me off a bit. Overall, however, I did really enjoy the book. I think I was just spoiled by having read "Bet Me" before any of her other works, and now nothing will ever really live up. :) Still, a fun, if sometimes chilling (pun intended) read!
kikilon on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
A book about a group of older women. Interesting, but not really my thing. There was a very confusingly large cast of characters, which distracted me a bit. I had huge troubles distinguishing between the men in this book. I loved the women though, and the two leading men. And Crusie's style is always enjoyable.
Jenson_AKA_DL on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Nell has been wasting away since her divorce and her friends have become worried enough that they've prevailed upon their significant others to secure her a job at a private investigative agency. Gabe needs a new secretary, but what he winds up with in Nell is something much more overwhelming than he expected. When co-workers, business associates, friends and relatives all become embroiled in a potential murder mystery all bets are off when it comes to love and justice.I'm not really a huge fan of chick lit and rarely enjoy it as much as I did this book. This author worked in enough ironic humor and twists to keep me interested and even though I didn't really care for the character's personalities they were intriguing enough to keep me stuck to the story. I can honestly say that if I had ever had to either work with Nell or work for Gabe (or at the O&D Law Firm for that matter) I'd have quit so fast it would have made their heads spin.I liked all the character development which seemed to be the focus of the story, even the dog's personality undergoes a significant change LOL! The murder mystery wasn't overly complex although I can't really say that I had the whole thing figured out so it was still a surprise at the end. All in all I felt that this was a chick lit story with more substance than some I've read and with a bevy of strong, if not particularly appealing (IMHO), personalities to make it a pretty good read.
fishhook7 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I like romances and Jennifer Crusie is among my favorite romance authors. This book didn't disappoint.
onyx95 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Divorced and frustrated with life, Nell Dysart took a job at McKenna Investigations. The whirlwind cleaning and remodeling that Nell undertook was changing everything in Gabe McKenna¿s office and everything in his life. Her discovery of a document from the 70¿s sparked an interest in old cases that connected Nell, through her in-laws to Gabe and his father (Patrick), leaving them with the mystery of two missing persons, and an apparent suicide that seemed to all be connected. Along with Riley (Gabe¿s partner and cousin) and Suze (Nell¿s fellow Dysart wife and best friend), they all searched for the answers to the questions the past had brought to life again.**** 4 - Good characters, followed for several months and several changes in life as well as love. The fact that these families are all so intertwined and connected in the end was predictable but fun to get to anyway. The mystery of who and why these things are happening now and what they have in connection to the past was pretty good, and the china obsession was different, in a fun way.
tsmom1219 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
My favorite Crusie. I re-read it about once a year.
SunnySD on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
When her husband of fifteen plus years dumps her for a younger model Nell Dysart needs a job - the seedy, rundown detective agency Gabe McKenna manages isn't perfect, but it's a paycheck. Blackmail, embezzlement, adultery, diamonds and bodies in freezers - learning to live again may be the death of her, but Nell's up for the challenge.Not as appealing a cast as Crusie usually assembles, but entertaining, nonetheless.
MsBeautiful on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I absolutely adored this book, it grabbed me from the beginning. It has romance, mystery, and humor.
kikianika on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
A book about a group of older women. Interesting, but not really my thing. There was a very confusingly large cast of characters, which distracted me a bit. I had huge troubles distinguishing between the men in this book. I loved the women though, and the two leading men. And Crusie's style is always enjoyable.
Darrol on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
A clever book. Good stuff about how men and women ought to relate to each other.
amf0001 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
The ever excellent Jennifer Crusie has a complex story about divorce, friendship (male and female) family history and marriage. Not your standard romance, it works wonderfully, with full rich characterization and witty, fast dialogue. Set in a detective agency it covers all sorts of matters, from dog napping to the perils of not cleaning out your freezer. I love it and reread frequently.
MuseofIre on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
It's hard to choose, but I think this might be my favorite of all of Crusie's books. The sheer number and complexity of the relationships between the characters, the way that Nell and Gabe learn how to deal with their past and express what they need from each other, and the gradual unraveling of the mystery all add up to a terrific, satisfying reading experience. And the sex ain't bad, either.
Amy_Atwell on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Nell and her two good friends weather the complete breakdown of their marriages and life as they know it, face aging, finding new sexual partners, falling in love again. Gabe and his cousin weather discovering the truth about the founder of their private investigation agency and life as they know it. Great characters, a fast paced plot, funny real life conversations, a true slice of life with a bunch of people I hope I never meet.
magst on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Another outstanding read from Crusie. I laughed so hard my sides hurt! Crusie's books are always funny, but beneath the humor is so much truth that her stories always make you feel and think both. Her style is exuberant and fun, but Fast Women is also about the prices of divorce--and marriage--and what love really means. Highly recommend.
wyvernfriend on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
A fun fast read that drew a few chortles from me while I was reading it. A story that's about love and loss, china and marriage, murder and stolen dogs. It's core characters are Nell Dysart whose just lost her job and husband to her husband's new squeeze and finds a secretarial job working for Gabe McKenna at his detective agency.
allthesedarnbooks on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
My introduction to Crusie: full of memorable characters, laugh-out-loud moments, intrigue, and romance. Enough to get me hooked on Crusie!
sdtaylor555 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
If you enjoy romance novels, but also like believability, then read this one. The woman isn't a model, and the guy isn't that some viking warrior. They live in the real world, have real jobs, and don't go on some wacky adventure.