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If you love Susan Andersen and Rachel Gibson, don’t miss Deirdre Martin! We devoured her debut title, Body Check in one big bite and desperately wanted more! Definitely one of the best new authors to come out of 2003! This is Tessa and Dante’s story… Dante if you remember in Body Check, was happily chatting up Tessa, aiming for a date, when he realised he didn’t have his false teeth in… you know ice hockey players, they get knocked around, loose a few teeth… and poor Dante, wanting to make a good first impression without his falsies in!
Theresa Falconetti has it all: brains, beauty, a quick wit, and her own PR business. To the Deep Disappointment of her large family, she never dates Italians, men from her old Brooklyn neighbourhood, or professional athletes. Especially not athletes...
Michael Dante, popular hometown hero and winger for the Stanley Cup champion New York Blades is all three - and he is head over heels for her. For Michael, Theresa's NO HOCKEY PLAYERS rule is a check to the heart. Nothing he does seems to melt her resolve. His stubborn refusal to give up on this wisecracking brunette, who he knows is hiding from her roots, is driving them both nuts. And when he hires her to publicize his family's restaurant, more than the kitchen heats up. When Theresa finds herself an Upper East Side kind of guy, Michael knows the time to be a gentleman is over! It’s time to take his game to the next level. $15.95
Uncomfortable with being watched but trapped, Theresa reached for a fork and cut off a small piece of the pancake, popping it in her mouth. It was good. Okay, it was very good. No, she had to be honest, it was great. If he wasn’t there she’d snarf down the whole thing.
"Well?" he asked expectantly, arms folded across his chest.
"BTS," she declared rapturously.
"BTS?"
"Better than sex."
Michael laughed. Now that was the Theresa he remembered: blunt, funny, un-self conscious...obviously, the girl who haunted his dreams was still in there somewhere, lurking behind the crisp, clipped demeanour. Hopeful of bringing out more of her real personality, he leaned towards her.
"Careful. Your roots are showing, and I’m not referring to your hair."
Theresa’s eyes narrowed. "What?"
"Your Brooklyn accent," Michael murmured affectionately. "It was there in full force just a moment ago. As for BTS," he added with a devilish grin, "are you sure about that?"
Theresa’s expression darkened. "Zoccolo! Come sei sciocco," she snarled at him.
Michael’s heart swelled. She’d called him a tasteless clod In Italian! God, he adored her.
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