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Ain't She Sweet? by Susan Elizabeth Phillips

By Susan Elizabeth Phillips

Sugar Beth Carey's come again to Parrish, Mississippi, and she's introduced her acceptance for wreaking havoc together with her. She's broke, determined, and too proud to teach it, despite her previous enemies lining up for an opportunity to get even. Her former girlfriends have their eyebrow pencils sharpened into deadly issues. Winnie Davis, her longtime rival, is absolutely armed with the money, energy, and status that had as soon as been Sugar Beth's. yet worst of all is Colin Byrne, the fellow whose profession Sugar Beth had destroyed -- and never precisely unintentionally. Now Colin's a recognized novelist dwelling in Sugar Beth's previous mansion, and this contemporary day darkish prince is utilizing his writer's mind's eye to determine how you can carry the town's appealing former princess to her knees. yet regardless of her sassy mouth, feisty spirit, and hardheaded methods, Sugar Beth's not the spoiled wealthy lady all of them have in mind. No, now she's a girl to be reckoned with ... and an outstanding substantial reckonin' is ready to take place, now not least of thinking about one darkish prince who may possibly -- simply could -- be puzzling over falling in love with the wickedest woman on the town. Ain't She candy? A humorous, heartwarming, oh-so-spicy tale of affection, friendship, and the potential for happily-ever-after.

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Those man-killer light blue eyes and perfectly symmetrical features would follow her to the grave, and that cloud of blond hair should be fanned out on a satin pillow in a Playboy spread. But the dewy freshness had disappeared. She’d looked older than thirty-three and tougher. She was thinner, too. He’d seen the tendons in the long sweep of her neck, and her wrists looked almost frail. But that dangerous sexuality hadn’t changed. At eighteen, it had been new and indiscriminate. Now it was well honed and much more lethal.

Next she’d worked as a cocktail waitress. When she’d lost that job, she’d served up lasagna at a cheap Italian restaurant, then gone on to an even cheaper burger joint. She’d bottomed out the day she’d found herself studying a help-wanted ad for an escort service. More than anything else, that had made her realize it was long past time for her to grow up and take responsibility for her life. ” Her smile hid every drop of pain. “The newspapers were quite informative. And entertaining. ” An oilman whose investments had gone belly-up even before he’d gotten sick.

You’ve got to admit, Daddy did all right by you. ” “Nearly a year had passed by then, hadn’t it? A bit late. ” She started to point out that he’d managed to return to the States—his book jacket said he was now an American citizen—but she’d only sound as though she was trying to defend herself. He uncoiled from the doorway and wandered over to a wall unit that held a wet bar. ” It wasn’t the invitation of a good host but the softly spoken gambit in a cat-and-mouse game. ” “Hell, no. ” She was on a roll, peggin’ the old laugh-meter.

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