I have to admit that I love best friends. You know, the hero and heroine who
have
known each other since they were in diapers. Yes, usually the heroine tagged
along
after the hero, usually along with her brother. She might be a bit of an ill-
fit
among her local society. He might never notice. He just knows that she's always
there. She always knows he'll be her defender and confident.
And then, they grow up. And suddenly being friends isn't enough. What was once
comfortable as old shoes is now confusing and frustrating. They both know
dynamics
have changed, but they didn't expect it (I have no idea why. I mean, they're in
a
romance novel). What was once easily understood is now uncertain. And, of
course,
hormones intrude in the worst way.
I'm kind of surprised that I haven't written more books like this. I love the
idea
that the hero and heroine already have a shorthand when the book begins.
It starts the story farther forward than usual. It livens dialog with remembered
cracks and jibes, and diminishes the space between our couple. Or, it suddenly
increases it along with the tension. Things become much livelier.
My couple in ISN'T IT ROMANTIC? grew up in the tiny town of Rupert
Springs,
Arkansas. Brooke Ferguson and Pete Cooper, or Coop, as Brooke calls him,
informally
shared Coop's aunt Mamie, who raised him and welcomed the socially uncomfortable
Brooke, a redhead who grew too soon and too tall. Coop, an orphan of alcoholics
knew
he never belonged in that town and left as soon as he could. Brooke, not
realizing
how much better she was than the people she lived among, stayed.
They come back together to bury Coop's Aunt Mamie and carry out her wishes for a
memorial, wishes her surviving sisters had refused. So it was that Brooke and
Coop
set out in Mamie's vintage robin's egg blue 1959 T-Bird coupe to recite
limericks at
sunrise, ride with Hell's Angels, dress up as their favorite characters in Gone
with
the Wind, strut down Bourbon Street with a Jazz funeral—and fall in love.
Of course we knew that was going to happen. The fun is in how they do it,
especially
since they have to accomplish the feat while running from tornadoes, escaping
muggers and and survive Bourbon Street in New Orleans.
ISN'T IT
ROMANTIC? is a reprint. The first time Brooke and Coop made this pilgrimage
was
back in 1992 when I was writing as Kathleen Korbel for Silhouette. I have to say it's
really been fun to become acquainted once again. I hope you'll enjoy making
their
acquaintances too.
New York Times bestselling, RWA Hall of Fame author Eileen Dreyer has
published 31 romance novels in most genres, 8 medical-forensic suspenses, and 10
short stories.
2015 sees Eileen enjoying critical acclaim for her foray into historical
romance,
the Drake’s Rakes series, which Eileen labels as Regency Romantic Adventure that
follows a group of Regency aristocrats who are willing to sacrifice everything
to
keep their country safe. She is also working on her first nonfiction book,
TRAVELS
WITH DAVE, about a journey she's been taking with a friend's ashes.
A retired trauma nurse, Eileen lives in her native St. Louis with her husband,
children, and
large and noisy Irish family, of which she is the reluctant matriarch. She has
animals but refuses to subject them to the limelight.
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Pete Cooper and Brooke Ferguson were once childhood friends who spent
evenings
watching TV with Pete's Aunt Mamie.
Now Pete is a famous cable news anchor who earned his stripes in war zones, and
Brooke watches Pete on the same old TV in the same small town.
Then Aunt Mamie passes away, and everything changes.
When Pete and Brooke set out on a road trip to fulfill Mamie's last wishes, they
discover more than tornadoes, Hell's Angels, New Orleans Jazz Funerals, and one
unique antebellum mansion. They find they might just be falling in love.
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