Monica McKellar, associate producer of Finding Mr. Right, is desperate. One of the show’s bachelors has bailed one week before shooting starts. She not only needs a replacement ASAP, he has to get the temperamental bachelorette’s stamp of approval.
Fortunately there’s a hot guy right under her nose who’s a perfect fit. Unfortunately, he pushes all her hot buttons. Until the show’s over, her hands—and every other part of her body—are tied.
When Paul DeWitt signed on to write for the reality show, “Bachelor #10” wasn’t supposed to be in his job description. He fully expects to be cut early on, which will free him to focus on the real object of his attraction. Monica.
Instead, he’s a finalist, and they’re all packed in an SUV climbing the Continental Divide, headed for Salt Box, Colorado. Where stampeding horses, vindictive tabloid editors, and one capricious bachelorette’s waffling over suitors may conspire to end Paul and Monica’s romance before it even starts.
Practical Monica is too good for the reality show she works on and I kept wondering when she’d snap at someone (or go crazy), but she almost always maintained her cool. Paul was a man with a vision for his life and was working towards it. The strong yet sensitive type which made him uber sexy.
Monica and Paul are strong characters by themselves and when they come together they’re hilarious and combustible. There were many times while reading the novel that I wondered if they’d get caught and warned them in advance not to engage in certain off camera activities, but they never listened to me.
Finding Mr. Right Now turned out to be a light read that kept my interest with the hilarious situations, excellent dialogue, action, and lots of heat.
I was given a copy of this book for an honest review.
I give this book five out of five SUV shaped chocolate bars.
All around them the crowd screamed. Paul ran toward the gate, along with three or four other men, aware of the crescendo of sound as he reached it. He pushed through to see Ronnie crumpled on the ground, the horse galloping by, seemingly inches from her body.
He started toward her, only to be shoved aside as someone ran in front of him. Someone else cannon-balled into his back.
“Ronnie,” Monica cried, trying to push by him.
He grabbed her around the waist, pulling her away. “They’ve got her. They’ll bring her back inside. You need to get back behind the fence.”
He had a confused impression of someone rolling the washtub out of the way, and then they were back in the walkway again, surrounded by hysterical people, Monica’s body pressed tight against his.
“Where is she?” Glenn shouted. “Who’s got her? Is she okay?”
“Why the hell didn’t she let go?” Al Monteith shook his head, while Nona looked grim.
The gate opened again and Billy Joe stepped through, his arms full of Ronnie.
“Ronnie,” Monica cried, stepping toward her. “Oh God, somebody get a doctor.”
Slowly, slowly, one white hand fluttered up from Ronnie’s side to rest on Billy Joe’s chest. Even more slowly, her eyes opened.
All of a sudden, Paul had the oddest feeling that she’d been rehearsing for this particular scene most of her life.
She turned her head, staring up into Billy Joe’s face. And then her lips quirked up in an exhausted smile. “My hero,” she murmured.
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Meg Benjamin writes contemporary romance for Samhain Publishing and paranormal romance for Berkley InterMix. Her books have won an EPIC Award for Contemporary Romance, the Romantic Times Reviewers’ Choice Award, the New England Romance Writers Beanpot Award, and the Holt Medallion among other honors. Meg lives in Colorado.
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