Fools Rush In: A Novel (Weddings by Bella, 1, Band 1) - Softcover

Buch 1 von 4: Weddings by Bella

Thompson, Janice

 
9780800733421: Fools Rush In: A Novel (Weddings by Bella, 1, Band 1)
Softcover
ISBN 10: 0800733428 ISBN 13: 9780800733421
Verlag: Revell, 2009

Inhaltsangabe

Fun, fresh, and full of surprises, Fools Rush In is a flavorful combination of Italian and Tex-Mex, and the hilarity that ensues when cultures clash.

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Über die Autorin bzw. den Autor

Janice Thompson is a seasoned romance author and native Texan. An experienced wedding coordinator herself, Thompson brings the everyday drama and humor of getting married alive in her books. She lives in Texas.

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EXCERPT FROM CATALOG:

I glanced out of the window, my sights falling on a black Dodge 4 x 4 complete with chrome, mud flaps, oversized running boards, and those big tires that looked as if they were made merely for recycling as multi-person flotation devices. Not unusual in Texas, but more than a little out of place in our neck of the woods. I held my breath as the door swung open and Dwayne Neeley stepped out.
"Whoa." My imagination hadn't done him justice.
Tall. Check.
Burly. Check.
Five o'clock shadow. Check.
I stopped checking after that, worried I might lose track of the reason for his visit. He drew a bit closer, and I took note of the fact that Sophia--who'd been sitting on our veranda next door--was now on her feet, giving him a solid once-over.
Watch yourself, girl.
As Dwayne ambled up the drive, the pointed toes of his boots moving in perfectly timed steps, my heart seemed to beat along in sync. After a few seconds of staring at his broad shoulders and rugged good looks, I sprinted to the front door, pausing only to double-check my appearance in the front-hall mirror before stepping out onto the veranda. Once there, I did my best to look calm and unassuming.
A smile lit my cowboy deejay's handsome face as he climbed the stairs to meet me on the porch. My, but the boy was tall.
"Dwayne Neeley?" I managed.
"The one and only."
He extended his right hand. I took it, but found it difficult to focus, because, now that we were within hand-shaking distance, something else stood out, something that totally threw me. His clothes were, well, dirty. And he had that same wet puppy smell Nick's boys always got when they'd been playing in the summer sun too long. And I was pretty sure he had--what was that, sawdust?--in his hair.

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EXCERPT FROM CATALOG:

I glanced out of the window, my sights falling on a black Dodge 4 x 4 complete with chrome, mud flaps, oversized running boards, and those big tires that looked as if they were made merely for recycling as multi-person flotation devices. Not unusual in Texas, but more than a little out of place in our neck of the woods. I held my breath as the door swung open and Dwayne Neeley stepped out.
"Whoa." My imagination hadn't done him justice.
Tall. Check.
Burly. Check.
Five o'clock shadow. Check.
I stopped checking after that, worried I might lose track of the reason for his visit. He drew a bit closer, and I took note of the fact that Sophia--who'd been sitting on our veranda next door--was now on her feet, giving him a solid once-over.
Watch yourself, girl.
As Dwayne ambled up the drive, the pointed toes of his boots moving in perfectly timed steps, my heart seemed to beat along in sync. After a few seconds of staring at his broad shoulders and rugged good looks, I sprinted to the front door, pausing only to double-check my appearance in the front-hall mirror before stepping out onto the veranda. Once there, I did my best to look calm and unassuming.
A smile lit my cowboy deejay's handsome face as he climbed the stairs to meet me on the porch. My, but the boy was tall.
"Dwayne Neeley?" I managed.
"The one and only."
He extended his right hand. I took it, but found it difficult to focus, because, now that we were within hand-shaking distance, something else stood out, something that totally threw me. His clothes were, well, dirty. And he had that same wet puppy smell Nick's boys always got when they'd been playing in the summer sun too long. And I was pretty sure he had--what was that, sawdust?--in his hair.

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Verlag
Revell
Erscheinungsdatum
2009
Sprache
Englisch
ISBN 10 
0800733428
ISBN 13 
9780800733421
Einband
Taschenbuch
Anzahl der Seiten
336
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