lemonade

Current work: fic and nonfic; and proofs of Falling for the Playboy Millionaire (which used to be The Heart Surgeon’s Proposal - must update website)
Listening to: Alison Moyet, Voice
Reading: various research stuff

Real Life is a bit pants right now (British understatement). However, I am being very good and working on the ‘least said, soonest mended’ principle. Patience, Grasshopper.

My reward for dealing with the lemons?

Lemonade.

AKA a very nice review from Romantic Times, no less. Thanks to my lovely author mates Lynne Marshall for telling me that I got four stars FOR A MEDICAL ROMANCE (aka a Presents Extra) and Heidi Rice for telling me what the review said.

And a special thank you to Sabrina Madan at RT for liking my book.

This is what Sabrina said:

THE MILLIONAIRE BOSS'S RELUCTANT MISTRESS (4) by Kate Hardy: Sophie Harrison is prepared to dislike the new director of surgery on sight. After all, she's a dedicated surgeon, not a serf to Baron R.C. Radley, whose main talent appears to be providing filler for gossip rags. Charlie's first day on the job is delayed with fireworks, but it's the fireworks that go off in his heart when he meets Sophie that pose the real challenge. Sophie can't deny Charlie is mouthwateringly gorgeous, but she knows better than to let her painful history with the upper crust repeat itself. Can she see beyond Charlie's title to trust the man underneath? This riveting medical drama is the perfect backdrop for the tender romance between Sophie and Charlie.

Colour me happy. (Riveting. Oh-h-h. That particular r-word might just push me over the hump in this book. Which my wonderful ed has given me an extension on, as I’ve explained what’s happening around here.)

And yes, this is indeed the first in the ‘Posh Docs’ trilogy, which made my husband ask, ‘You named your hero after a handbag?’ The thing is, Radley handbags are not just any old handbags. They’re quirky, they’re brilliantly designed (i.e. they have enough pockets), and they feel lovely. Hmm. I could make a parallel with heroes, there. (No euphemisms intended. Stop sniggering at the back.)

DH is currently top of my ‘wonderful people’ list, as he’s been really supportive – I copied him in on a text on Wednesday and he came home for lunch to check that I was OK. And he bought us a curry last night so I didn’t have to cook and could catch up with my proofs. And he’s listened to me ranting (which is how come I can bite my tongue).

Wonder what he’d say if I told him he’s like a Radley handbag? (He’d probably think it was a plot to persuade him to buy me the new picture bag. The one with the little duckies on the back. And he might just be right…)