"Blue Ribbon Rating: 4.5!...If you have read Kira’s Best Friend you will not want to miss the sequel. Even though I have not read Kira’s story, it has become a must read on my list. Natalie J. Damschroder gives her readers a wonderful entertaining story of Sophie’s quest to find the man who will fulfill all of her dreams. She is in for the surprise of her life when she realizes her playboy..."—Brianna Burress, Romance Junkies
"4 Cups!...I absolutely adore the way Parker and Sophie bounce off each other throughout the novel. The sexual tension is evident on nearly every page, making me want to cheer them on to a happy ending..."—Charissa, Coffee Time Romance
"4 Hearts!...characters are very well drawn and add much to the story...This is a really good story with a wonderfully written ending."--Maura Frankman, The Romance Studio
...Sophie knew who the first caller of the hour was before Melina opened her mouth. The mischievous look on her new friend’s face gave it away. Sophie felt her own face—and other parts of her body—warming.
“Parker, welcome to the show.”
“I promise I won’t talk about golf today.”
“Hallelujah!”
He chuckled. “My complaint is of a different sort entirely.”
Sophie tsk-tsked. “Parker, I’m hurt. You weren’t paying attention. We’re raving this hour. You have to compliment, not complain.”
“Well, good. I was having a hard time coming up with a complaint about you.”
She laughed delightedly, a carefree, casual sort of laugh that perfectly suited the comment. Inside, though, she had completely melted. The groan she fought to contain filled that now-empty space.
“Really,” Parker said, “I guess since the topic of the day is pets, I should start things off with a rave about pets. But I don’t know what to say.”
“Oh, there’s plenty to say. Pets lower high blood pressure, de-stress the most stressful days, provide companionship to lonely people, give kids an opportunity to learn responsibility—”
“—ruin neighbors’ lawns, chew your good shoes, leave presents where you don’t want presents.”
“We covered all that last hour. Come on, come up with something nice to say or I’ll have to disconnect you.”
“Let’s see. Something nice to say about pets. Let me think.”
Sophie heard a distinctive whine as he downshifted and knew he drove an expensive car. She’d been in enough performance vehicles to recognize the sounds. He was definitely rich.
The silence stretched. “Tell me, Parker, do you find pleasure in courting resistant women in twilit gardens?”
Oh, Lord, where had that come from? She had had no intention of confronting Parker or Biff with her suspicions, but the need to prevent dead air had loosened her control on her brain. Before she could recover, though, he responded.
“Depends on the woman. And the circumstances. Are there pets around?”
“None.”
“Thank God!”