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by Susan Elizabeth Phillips (Author)
All hell breaks loose when two unforgettable people discover love, laughter, passion -- and a match that can only be made in Heaven.
Come heck or high water, Gracie Snow is determined to drag the legendary ex-jock Bobby Tom Denton back home to Heaven, Texas, to begin shooting his first motion picture. Despite his dazzling good looks and killer charm, Bobby Tom has reservations about being a movie star -- and no plans to cooperate with a prim and bossy Ohio wallflower whom he can't get off his mind or out of his life. Instead, the hell-raising playboy decides to make her over from plain Jane to Texas wildcat.
But nothing's more dangerous than a wildcat with an angel's heart in a town too small for a bad boy to hide.
Front Jacket
It's Gracie Snow's job as a new motion picture production assistant to get the legendary ex-football player, Bobby Tom Denton, back to his Texas hometown to begin shooting his first movie.
Good luck with that.
There's been a terrible misunderstanding, Mr. Denton. Can't you see that I don't look like a stripper? Gracie snatched up her suit jacket. Please. Could we go somewhere private to talk?
Bobby Tom sighed and uncoiled from his chair. I s'pose we'd better. But you've got to give me your word you'll keep your clothes on. It wouldn't be fair for me to see you naked when my party guests can't.
I promise, Mr. Denton, that you will never see me naked.
He looked doubtful. I don't mean to question your good intentions, honey, but judging from my past history, it might not be that easy for you to resist.
A head-spinning battle of the sexes--with Beauty waging war against Brain--except this male beauty has a fine intelligence, and brainy Gracie isn't nearly as ordinary as she thinks.
Back Jacket
It's Gracie Snow's job as a new motion picture production assistant to get the legendary ex-football player, Bobby Tom Denton, back to his Texas hometown to begin shooting his first movie.
Good luck with that.
"There's been a terrible misunderstanding, Mr. Denton. Can't you see that I don't look like a stripper?" Gracie snatched up her suit jacket. "Please. Could we go somewhere private to talk?"
Bobby Tom sighed and uncoiled from his chair. "I s'pose we'd better. But you've got to give me your word you'll keep your clothes on. It wouldn't be fair for me to see you naked when my party guests can't."
"I promise, Mr. Denton, that you will never see me naked."
He looked doubtful. "I don't mean to question your good intentions, honey, but judging from my past history, it might not be that easy for you to resist."
A head-spinning battle of the sexes--with Beauty waging war against Brain--except this male beauty has a fine intelligence, and brainy Gracie isn't nearly as ordinary as she thinks.
