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Brandishing a loaf of French bread at a dishy detective wasn’t how Alexandra Freemar had envisioned starting her stay in London. But the sassy American wasn’t about to put up with any flak from the uptight–albeit gorgeous–Scotland Yard inspector who accused her of breaking and entering. She didn’t have time to deal with this suspicious upstairs neighbor. She had two months to write the perfect romance novel–two months to prove that she could succeed as an author.

Luckily, reserved Englishmen were not her cup of tea. Yet, one kiss told her Alexander Black might not be quite as proper as she’d thought. In fact, his lips could be classified as downright wicked, leaving Alix to wonder how far his talents extended. There was only one snag: The serious-minded gentleman wasn’t interested in a mere summer fling. And while as a writer Alix knew every imaginable euphemism for the male member, as a woman she soon realized she had a lot to learn about love

I have such mixed emotions about this book–I kinda loved it but it also kinda annoyed me.

I loved the humor, banter, and cast of characters. There was so much to laugh about, and Alix’s naivete about life and everyone around her provided a lot of funny parts. That naivete, however, also makes you want to bop her on the head, as does the inconsistency with Alex’s and Alix’s convictions.
As a writer, it always annoys me when authors have character’s write and publish debut novels in a matter of months; I blame those authors for the unrealistic expectations of new writers everywhere.

Despite those annoyances and steamy scenes (too many for me), however, the humor and voice of the book won me over and kept me reading. 3.5 stars

R-rated for sex and drinking.

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