Not The Marrying Kind

Not The Marrying Kind

by Hailey North

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ISBN-13: 9780061807626
Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
Publication date: 10/13/2009
Sold by: HARPERCOLLINS
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 384
Sales rank: 658,303
File size: 322 KB

About the Author

Hailey North is a USA Today bestselling author who began writing while employed as a “game show lawyer” for NBC Studios. Tired of hearing that lawyers aren’t creative, she quit her job and typed “Chapter One” (not the chapter, just the heading!).

Since that day, Hailey has authored eight romantic comedies set in her adopted hometown of New Orleans, Louisiana, and in her favorite imaginary town, Doolittle, Arkansas.

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Not The Marrying Kind


By Hailey North

HarperCollins Publishers, Inc.

Copyright © 2007 Hailey North
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9780060582470

Chapter One

West Village, Manhattan

Some things in life are better left alone.

Harriet P. Smith fingered the black and white surveillance photograph of Jake Porter emerging from a Sunset Strip club eight days—or to be more precise, nights—earlier. She studied the flash of a smile, the dark eyes she could paint in her sleep, the quirk in his nose caused by a basketball injury, the protective way he held his arm around the shoulders of the pint-size blonde who walked beside him. Not that the woman mattered one way or the other. For better or worse, it was Jake Porter who held her attention.

And darn it, that had always been true.

And that despite the almost sixteen years that had passed since the last time she had been within arm's reach of Jake Porter.

It was funny how she always thought of him with both his first and last names. Harriet shoved the photo into the thick envelope supplied by Gotham Investigations, wishing she could discard her dilemma over the man as easily. To be honest, she'd shoved the situation into the recesses of her brain for more years than she cared to count. It was time to quit hiding. She flipped the envelope over and stared at the logo of the firm she'd hired to find Jake Porter.

We Specialize in Discretion proclaimed the script beneath the company name. Well, she sure as heck hoped so. She'd paid a premium for their services, and the last thing she wanted was either Jake Porter or the press finding out what Harriet P. Smith was up to until she had readied herself to come clean.

Harriet eyed the fat envelope. She'd pulled only the one photograph out so far. Shifting from foot to foot, she considered what she might find if she tugged the rest of the items out. The investigator had filled her in over the phone on the highlights. Jake Porter hadn't let any grass grow under his feet. Good college. Better graduate school. He'd turned his MBA to advantage, establishing himself as a rising star in managing creative clients. And he'd founded his own record company. Way back when, at Doolittle High, Jake had been named Most Likely to Succeed and had tied with Harriet for Most Creative. Funny how none of her classmates had credited her with the potential to succeed. But if fame and fortune equaled success, avant-garde artist Harriet P. Smith of the West Village, at thirty-three going on thirty-four, had outstripped every kid in high school who'd made fun of her geeky looks and her penchant for spending more time painting than worrying about boys and clothes. She'd also shed the pounds she'd packed on courtesy of the dreary years she'd spent hating her life in a small town in Arkansas.

Harriet shoved the envelope away from her. It bumped into her cold coffee cup, and dark liquid splashed onto the packet. She tugged one of her paint rags from the waistband of her yoga pants and dabbed at the spill. Staring at the pattern the moisture made spreading into the paper, she envisioned the shapes in a profusion of color and almost, almost forgot all about Jake Porter.

She needed to work. She needed to retreat into the sanctuary of her studio and commune with her canvas. At some point she would know what to do with the information she'd gathered on Jake Porter. The way she knew when one of her massive creations was just right, the way she knew when the color had come to life the way she saw it within her soul, that's the way she'd know when she was meant to contact Jake Porter.

Until that moment came, she'd keep on keeping on. She had to trust she'd know when the time was right to tell Jake Porter he had a son.



Continues...

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Not the Marrying Kind 3.4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 12 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Jake was a jerk and Harriet was just self-centered and whiney but the WORST was all the typos. Seriously, this was professionally edited and typed ??
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Jake is a bad bet and Harriet is too good for him.
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Seen this cover and i had a feeling it would be good...I was right:-) Great characters even though it took them half way through the book to get it on lol...Worth the wait ..sigh...Didnt want it to end
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harstan More than 1 year ago
New York artist Harriet and her son Zach are going to Doolittle, Arkansas to visit his maternal grandmother for the Christmas vacation. In Doolittle Ted 'Colonel' Porter plans to propose to the retired schoolteacher he met over the Internet. Finally Ted¿s son Los Angeles music producer Jake Porter is coming to town at the bequest of his dad to meet his fiancée. --------------- At the local B & B Jake does not recognize Harriet as the nerd he met at Doolittle High School sixteen years ago and took to the prom. All he knows is that he is attracted to this sophisticated woman. However, she knows him as the boy she loved in high school, who vanished the morning after the dance. As Jake tries to make Harriet his, she remains aloof although deep in her gut she realizes she still loves the cad who broke her teenage heart.------------------- The Doolittle B & B is host to a couple of second chance at love romances that fans will enjoy especially that of the younger set. Insisting he is ¿NOT THE MARRYING KIND¿, Jake cannot convince cynical Harriet that he needs her as she remembers the first rejection as if it was yesterday. Although relationships especially between Jake and Harriet feel a bit forced as she has no reason to trust him with her heart, readers will enjoy spending Christmas in Doolittle.------------- Harriet Klausner
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Love it