I'm in No Mood for Love

I'm in No Mood for Love

by Rachel Gibson

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ISBN-13: 9780061796692
Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
Publication date: 03/17/2009
Series: Writer Friends , #2
Sold by: HARPERCOLLINS
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 384
Sales rank: 131,994
File size: 445 KB

About the Author

Rachel Gibson began her fiction career at age sixteen, when she ran her car into the side of a hill, retrieved the bumper, and drove to a parking lot, where she strategically scattered the car’s broken glass all about. She told her parents she’d been the victim of a hit-and-run and they believed her. She’s been making up stories ever since, although she gets paid better for them nowadays.

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I'm In No Mood For Love




By Rachel Gibson


HarperCollins Publishers, Inc.



Copyright © 2006

Rachel Gibson

All right reserved.


ISBN: 0060773170



Chapter One


The first time Clare Wingate found herself in a strange bed, she'd been twenty-one, the victim of a bad breakup and too many Jell-O shooters. The love of her life had dumped her for a blond art student with an impressive rack, and Clare had spent the night at Humpin' Hannah's, holding down the bar and nursing her broken heart.

The next morning she woke in a bed smelling of patchouli oil and staring up at a poster of Bob Marley, the guy snoring beside her drowning out the pounding in her head. She hadn't known either where she was or the snoring guy's name. She hadn't stuck around long enough to ask.

Instead, she'd grabbed her clothes and bolted. As she'd driven home in the cruel light of morning, she told herself there were worse things in life than random sexual encounters. Bad things like flunking out of college or getting caught in a burning building. Yeah, those were bad. Still, a one-night stand wasn't for her. It had left her feeling disgusted and disturbed. But by the time she reached her apartment, she'd chalked the whole thing up to a learning experience. Something a lot of young women did. Something to learn from, and something that was good to know for the future. Something she vowed would never happen again.

Clare had not been raised to reach for a shot glass and a warm body to make herself feelbetter. No, she'd been raised to curb her impulses and contain her feelings behind a perfect facade of warm smiles, kind words, and impeccable manners. Wingates did not drink too much, talk too loud, or wear white shoes before Memorial Day. Ever. They did not wear their hearts on the sleeves of their cashmere sweater sets, and they most certainly did not jump into bed with strangers.

Clare may have been raised on restraint, but she'd been born a romantic. In the pit of her soul she believed in love at first sight and instant attraction, and had a bad habit of leaping into relationships before she looked. She seemed destined to suffer repeated heartache, painful breakups, and the occasional drunken one nighter.

Fortunately, by her late twenties she'd learned to put into practice the restraint she'd been taught. For her reward, at the age of thirty-one, destiny blessed her and she met Lonny. The love of her life. The man she'd met at a Degas exhibit, and who swept her off her feet. He was beautiful and romantic and not in the least like the heartbreakers she'd dated in the past. He remembered birthdays and special occasions, and was brilliant when it came to floral arrangements. Clare's mother loved him because he knew how to use a tomato server. Clare loved him because he understood about her work and left her alone when she was under a deadline.

After a year of dating, Lonny moved into Clare's home, and they spent the next year in total sync. He loved her antique furniture, and they both loved pastels and had a passion for texture. They never fought or even argued. There was no emotional drama with Lonny, and when he asked her to marry him, she'd said yes.

Lonny really was the perfect man. Well . . . except for his low sex drive. Sometimes he didn't want sex for months at a time, but really, she told herself, not all men were horn dogs.

Or so she believed, right up to the moment she'd rushed home unexpectedly the day of her friend Lucy's wedding and found him in flagrante delicto with the Sears service technician. It had taken her several stunned moments to process what was happening on the floor of her walk-in closet. She'd stood there with her great-grandmother's pearls in hand, too shocked to move, while the man who'd fixed her Maytag the day before rode her fiancé like a cowboy. And none of it seemed quite real until Lonny glanced up and his shocked brown gaze met hers.

"I thought you were sick," she'd said stupidly, and then, without another word, gathered up the hem of her silk and tulle bridesmaid's dress and ran from the house. The drive to the church was a blur, and she'd been forced to spend the rest of the day in a pink puff of a dress, smiling like her life hadn't jumped the rails and sailed off a cliff.

While Lucy read her vows, Clare felt her heart break piece by piece. She'd stood at the front of the church, smiling as she fell apart inside until she was hollow and empty, except for the pain squeezing her chest. At the wedding reception, she pushed the corners of her mouth up and raised a glass to her friend's happiness. She felt it was her duty to make a suitable toast, and she did. She would rather have died than ruin Lucy's day with her own problems. She just had to remember not to get toasted. She told herself that one small glass of champagne wouldn't hurt. It wasn't like knocking back straight shots of whiskey, after all.

Too bad she listened to herself.

Before she opened her eyes the morning after Lucy's wedding, a feeling of déjà vu crept into her pounding head. It was a feeling she hadn't experienced in years. Clare peeked through scratchy eyelids at morning light falling through a wide crack in the heavy curtains and spilling onto the gold and brown quilt weighing her down. Panic tightened her throat, and she quickly sat up, the sound of her pulse beating in her ears. The quilt slid down her bare breasts and fell to her lap.

Within the lighter shadows of the room, her gaze took in the king-sized bed, a hotel desk, and wall lamps. In the armoire across from her, a Sunday morning news program was on television, the sound turned down so low she could . . .

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I'm in No Mood for Love 4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 132 reviews.
curlyloulou More than 1 year ago
This was a reread for me. I gotta say the more I'm rereading all these Rachel Gibson the more I am thinking she had a few that were mheh. These author books are kind of boring. I like the element of them knowing each other since they were kids but this book was so easy for me to put down without the anxiety of wanting to know what happens next. Not a good sign. It was just okay.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
It was ok, but for some reason the last page of the epilog is missing Goodness, I do hope things worked out! Extremely poor copyediting publishers, get on the ball,
harstan More than 1 year ago
In her thirties, romance writer Clare Wingate thinks nothing of it that her live in lover Lonny has a low sex drive until she came home unexpectedly to see him making love with a Sears technician a male technician that is. Stunned she still has to wear a pink bridesmaid dress as she has her best friend Lucy¿s wedding to attend that night. Unable to not down the champagne though she knows better from bitter experience, Clare drinks too much. The next morning she wakes up stunned in a hotel room with a stud sleeping next to her, an act she had not done in years. Even more shocking he calls her Claresta, a name only her mom uses. She recognizes that she slept with her childhood friend investigative reporter Sebastian Vaughn, who always challenged her to games and won all their contests. They are attracted to one another, but she is embarrassed by her actions and he is not sure whether he wants a friendship or a romance as he believes you cannot have both. --- I¿M IN NO MOOD FOR LOVE is an amusing contemporary romance in which the lead couple¿s doubts about what type of relationship to forge seems forced as both have the hots starting with her drunken binge through the morning after until the climax (pun intended). The lead duo is a likable pair as they struggle with their careers, their romance, and her truly martinet mother. Fans of lighthearted tales, in which the ¿Maytag man isn¿t the loneliest guy in town¿ will want to read this delightful humorous romp. --- Harriet Klausner
montano on LibraryThing 3 months ago
Uneven pacing and gratuitous brand name dropping distract from the story.
whitreidtan on LibraryThing 3 months ago
Clare Wingate arrives home unexpectedly only to discover her fiance in flagrante delicto with the washing machine repairman. She doesn't have time to focus on this catastrohe because she has to act as bridesmaid to her good friend so she decides to deal with Lonny and his infidelity (and sexuality) later. But later turns out to be after an extended amount of time and drinks in the hotel bar and Clare can't remember much of the rest of her evening, knowing only that she has awakened naked in a hotel room. Worse yet, it appears she has awakened in the bed of her childhood nemesis Sebastian, now a gorgeous reporter who has chased important and dangerous stories around the globe. When she assumes that the two of them slept together, Sebastian doesn't disabuse her of the idea, thinking it's rather fun to see perfect, monied little Clare flustered. There is a reasonable amount of friction between the two characters but there is quite a lot of time spent on each of their seperate development and growth and not nearly as much as might be expected in a romance on the actual relationship and its evolution. It is interesting that Gibson chose to make Clare a romance author who can't even command respect from her mother given her choice of subject matter despite the fact that her rather over the top prose has made Sebastian hot and bothered. The story doesn't follow the traditional arc of a romance but it also doesn't work as anything other than a romance novel and so this deviation from the conventional, instead of being a strength, ends up weakening the story and leaving the eventual resolution feel a bit rushed. It is also a tad wearying that the character who is unable to sustain the concept of "friends with benefits" is Clare, causing Sebastian to panic until he realizes that he too needs more than to stay the cliched commitment-phobic male. Romance fans will likely not be ambivalent about this one, either hating it for its tepid relationship or loving it for its ability to show major change and growth in the main characters independent of each other. Personally I'm rather wishy-washy about it, appreciating the attempt but ultimately finding that the attempt created flaws that wouldn't otherwise have been as evident.
DamarisGCR on LibraryThing 3 months ago
Eh, this book was good whenever Clare and Sebastian were in the same room together. Other than that it took way to long to get to the point. The whole book is them picking on each other. Though, I loved Sebastian and how positive he was and so bold about everything omg it was so sexy! Other than that like I said...whenever they were in the same room together was when this book was interesting. Everything else I could have done without.
TheBooknerd on LibraryThing 3 months ago
This book was good enough but not as strong as some of Gibson's other work. Everything was too tepid to merit more than three stars. The characters were likable but not memorable. The plot was interesting but not gripping. Even the sex appeal was heated yet not sizzling. As I said -- tepid.
blingtastic on LibraryThing 3 months ago
another fluffy romance typical of Gibson...light, funny and succinct. a great stand by
schatzi on LibraryThing 3 months ago
I'd heard great things about this book, but I found it to be painfully boring. Neither of the two main characters interested me in the slightest, and I had to force myself to finish the book.
lrobe190 on LibraryThing 5 months ago
After finding her fiance in a compromsing position with a washing machine repairman and attending a wedding in which she served as a bridesmaid, Clare Wingate awakens with a hangover, next to her childhood crush, Sebastian Vaughan, now a sexy, globe-traveling journalist. Rachel Gibson's books are always fun to read with a hot romance and sometimes a light mystery thrown in. This one didn't have as much content as some of the others, but it was a light, entertaining read.
Jenson_AKA_DL on LibraryThing 5 months ago
When Clare stumbles on her fiancée and the Maytag repairman in the closet together needless to say it is quite a shock. Almost as much of a shock as waking up the next morning in a hotel room with her childhood nemeses, Sebastian Vaughan, without any clear recollection of what happened, but one heck of a hangover. For Sebastian stumbling upon the cause of his exile at the age of 12 from his father's home in a bar was the surprise of a lifetime. Neither Sebastian nor Clare had any intention of being more than passing acquaintances, but sometimes there is nothing you can do to escape attraction. Even if you're no mood for love.Once again I have enjoyed Ms. Gibson's contemporary tale. Although the story did seem to drag a bit in places, overall I found it to be well written and it kept my attention. I will definitely be reading more by Ms. Gibson in the future and would not hesitate to recommend her to fans of contemporary romances.
Crazybooknerd More than 1 year ago
I'm in No Mood for Love by Rachel Gibson (Audio Edition) Narrated by Kathleen Early The Writer Friends #2 4.5 Stars - I was happy to see Clare finally get her happily ever after. She had to work through some large emotional moments in this book and I liked that Sebastian was there to help her through it. These two had a wonderful spark between them. There were some funny parts, and some super sweet parts (which were perfectly suited for a romance writer!) I totally enjoyed this story. Kathleen Early did a great job with narration! I am looking forward to the next book in the series. ~ Paragraphs and Petticoats ~
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Love Rachel Gibson' books and this is no expection. Sweet romance!
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Another good read from Rachel Gibson!
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I didn't like this book as much as I like some of the others. The characters were not as believable, and the plot was a little shallow.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
fun!