I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of stars makes me dream.
Vincent Van Gogh
No mystery is complete without a twist or two....has them in spades. Reviewer's Choice Award.
...a fine sense of humor...sensitve love scenes.
A premise so delightful I wish I’d thought of it...a sexy hero, a believeable heroine and *lizzie’s clever brand of humor make her an author to watch for.
Author Cheryl St. John
An author who is going places...
Fallen Angel Reviews
“I know.” Her expression brightened. “Take off your shirt.”
Garr took a startled step back. Unfortunately, this was not the time for his fantasies to come true. “I beg your pardon.”
“It’s your shirt. Do you wear a lot of blue?”
“Yes?” His response was slow, the word drawled from his lips.
“Brutus is threatened by you. Birds have excellent color vision and strong color sensitivity. Since he’s blue, when you wear a blue shirt and tower over him, he gets scared. He’s not angry, he’s frightened. Either take off your shirt, or get out of here.”
Garr liked hearing her order him to strip, it brought wicked thoughts that had no place in a day filled with a child’s birthday party. He tamped down his response and tried to ease the pressure of his tight jeans as he pulled his shirt free. At her signal, he tossed the shirt behind a chair.
Birdie stared at the expanse of male chest. Oh God, that was a mistake. The thick sprinkling of hair tapered to a thin line down his flat abdomen, disappearing into the waistband of his jeans. Heat flooded her chest and crawled up her neck to cover her face. Those jeans were fuller than before, the tightness more pronounced over his…