"Soard, the author of several books, captivated me as a first-time reader. Her characters are lovable, and their journey to find love kept me turning the pages."--Faith Smith, Romantic Times BOOKclub
"This is an author to keep your eye on. I have a feeling that within a very short few years, she's going to be a name in the industry to be reckoned with. Move over Jayne Ann Krentz and Jennifer Crusie. There's a new gal in town."--Patti Andrews, Word Museum Reviews
"4 Stars!...I encourage everybody to read the story and to fall in love with baby Emily!"--Anne Chaput, ECataromance
"Restores my faith in the happily ever after."--Pamela Johnson/Amanda McIntyre
"The story is charming. If you are looking for a light, humorous read, this is it."--Jeannine D. Van Eperen, Gotta Write Network
"4 Angels!...Lori Soard [brings together] romance, comedy and love...This book was so hilarious...If you like comedy and romance...then Lori Soard is your author...you [will] love...[this book]...from the first chapter."--Lena C., Fallen Angel Reviews
"...A sweet inspirational story about finding things when you need them the most. I loved that the two main characters are both secretly using books to find their mate. What makes it even funnier is that the books seem to contradict each other in what should be done, causing quite a few humorous occasions. I found the writing to be well done and Finding Ms. Right to be very sweet and definitely worth my time."--Tanya, Joyfully Reviewed.com
...Jenna touched up her lipstick in the hand-held mirror she kept under the counter.
“Percy, should I take the book’s advice still? It seems really silly to me, but it hasn’t failed me so far.”
Percy cocked his head sideways, twitched a black ear and purred.
“Lot of help you are.” Jenna pulled the book from the bottom shelf and laid it open on the counter.
Rule number nine: How to converse with a gentleman: Agree with everything your caller says. Offer little of your own input. Gentlemen love to talk about themselves. Appropriate responses are “Really?” and “That’s fascinating.”
Percy leapt to the counter and waltzed across the open book, sprawling himself comfortably across its pages.
“Percy, get up!” Jenna gave him a gentle nudge, but the animal only stretched to his full length and laid his head on his paws.
Jenna glanced at the clock nervously. Six minutes until five. Slade would be here any minute. She needed to have the book out of site before he arrived.
“Kitty, kitty.” Jenna walked to a spot a few feet from the counter, leaned over and rubbed her thumb and forefinger together. “Come on, Percy. Good kitty.”
“Meow.” Percy blinked his eyes, his whiskers pulling back in a feline parody of a smile.
Jenna glanced at the clock again. Four minutes until five. What was she going to do? She hesitated to just pick Percy up. If she startled him, he might dig his back claws in and damage the book.
The very expensive, antique book. Jenna groaned. She’d been carrying it around with her, treating it like a library book. And if the advice in that book didn’t work, she might very well have to sell it or risk losing the store altogether. If the advice didn’t work after the hoops she’d been jumping through, she would be happy to see the last of that red book jacket. She pushed away the thought she’d be too heartbroken to do anything, much less sell a book.
“Please, Percy.”
Percy rolled over on his back, still half-sprawled on the book.
“I’ll give you some yum-yum kitty treats.”
Percy yawned.
“A bowl of milk?”
He flicked his tail.
“A can of tuna?”
The bell over the door jingled. Jenna didn’t need to look to know who it was. The pleasing scent of lime aftershave floated across the three feet separating her and the door.
“Are you talking to that cat again?” Slade sounded amused. “Hi, Percy.”
Jenna bit back a scream as Slade crossed the room and scooped the cat into his powerful arms. Cradling him gently, he stroked Percy under the chin. Percy closed his eyes contentedly, his throat echoing hollowly.
Slade walked back toward her. He hadn’t even glanced at the book Percy had been laying on. Her legs felt so unsteady, she was certain they wouldn’t hold her upright. Taking Slade’s arm, she tugged him toward the door.
“I’m ready if you are.”
“Don’t you have to close up or something?” He frowned.
Jenna shook her head so furiously a few wisps escaped from her neat bun and flew into her eyes. She tucked them back into place. She needed to calm down. He didn’t suspect anything. The book was still a secret. There was nothing to get so distressed about...