Too Hot to Handle
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He sure would love to have someone to take care of…
Dr. Mike Flynn's single mom taught him early how to cook and clean, and there's nothing like vacuuming or doing dishes to help a guy relax. Annabelle Ronaldi is an artist without a domestic bone in her body. Since her fiance's death, she can't paint, and life looks hopeless.
Until the day after her sister's wedding, when she wakes up with Mike next to her in bed, and then she's really beside herself - because the handsome stranger is a dead ringer for her dead fiance.
After their mind-blowing one night stand, Mike is sure this is the woman he wants to take care of forever, but she acts like she's seen a ghost. While Mike sets to work wooing Annabelle, she sets to work sniffing out the truth of the convoluted family secret that turns everybody's lives upside down.
PRAISE FOR ROMEO, ROMEO:
"The main characters in this all-around feel-good read have so much personality they almost jump off the page."
The Romantic Times (4 out of 5 star review)
"Robin Kaye strikes gold… and deserves to have her name added to your favorite new author list."
"A snappy, funny, vivid, and romantic story."
"Robin Kaye is sure to leave readers looking for a good Italian meal and a man as delicious as the hero."
"Kaye's debut is a delightfully fun, witty romance, making her a writer to watch."
"Kaye's portrayal of modern romance against the background of an old-fashioned, gossipy extended family rings true, and Nick's efforts to wow Rosalie with fabulous home cooking are endlessly entertaining."
"Kaye's writing is a refreshing change from the typical contemporary romance. I could see all the characters as real people showing real feelings with an ending that is truly believable..."
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shoes. He caught her top as she dropped it. “I miss him.” “We’ll get a dog, just like we talked about.” She looked over her shoulder and gave him a sleepy smile. “Yeah, that’ll be nice.” Reaching behind her, she unhooked her bra and tossed it on the dresser, before shimmying out of her pants and crawling into bed. “Are you coming?” He tossed her clothes in the laundry hamper and pulled the blinds down. “I’ll just be a minute. I have to make a phone call.” She murmured something as she tugged
wakefulness after a night of way too much champagne, she figured she’d either had mind-blowing sex with the ghost of her dead boyfriend, Chip, or his double. She crossed her fingers for the latter. She’d only slept with two men, so the chances she’d increased that number by 50 percent beat the hell out of the odds of her waking with a ghost—especially when she thought about it in a semisober state. A state she hadn’t been in the night before. She had to admit her relationship with Chip would
getting in the middle of it.” “Mikey, what’s the problem?” “Nothing you can help me with. One of the partners at work is a malpractice suit waiting to happen, and when I voiced my concern, the partners’ reactions were less than encouraging. If I go to the New York State Board for Professional Conduct and complain, I’ll be blackballed, not to mention I’ll be kissing my job, my investment, and my sweat equity good-bye.” “You have to rat him out? Couldn’t you threaten to rat him out in exchange
You’re the only one I’ve brought here. No one else knows about this place.” “Okay.” “Something happened that you need to know about. When I came in this morning, I took a phone call from a Mr. Tuggle. At first, I thought he was a patient. I asked if I could help him, and he began asking a lot of questions about the practice, and more specifically, about you. When I asked what these questions were in reference to he said he was doing a survey of pulmonary practices, which would make sense,
someone who would invade her mind and pop up in her thoughts at the most inopportune times. She’d thought a lot about it since Becca had left. She’d gone and fallen head over heels in love with the one man she’d never be able to have. She’d even sketched Mike—not that she’d meant to. She didn’t know she was still capable. But when she cleaned off her desk before leaving for the long weekend, she unearthed her blotter and found a sketch of Mike looking back at her. She must be going stark, raving