Tryst of Fate
When I first saw the cover of this book, my immediate thought was, “Ouch! Two cookie-cutter, plastic people, and a deformed cowboy who doubles as a contortionist in need of hip replacement.” A bad day in the art department. Well, my mama told me never to judge a book by it’s cover, and in the instance of Tryst of Fate, Mama knew best.
Rosemary Jenkins decides to return to her hometown of Lazy Pines to find Her Destiny. She thinks her aforesaid Destiny is Steve Judson, with whom she shared a clandestine kiss when the lights went out at a high school party years ago. His kiss was heaven and no man before or since affected Rosemary the way Steve did. Steve’s now the school football coach, and Rosemary has marriage and a happily-ever-after on her mind when she calls him up on her first night back to make a date.
The only problem is, it wasn’t Steve who kissed Rosemary in the dark that night, leaving an indelible and passionate memory branded on her libido, it was Jordan Phillips, Rosemary’s best “pal.” When Rosemary meets Jordan again, she gets confused. It was Steve she returned home to catch, wasn’t it? It’s Steve who’s Her Destiny, right? So why does Jordan’s good looks and sensuous smile knock her for a loop every time she sees him?
What could have been a dumb Big Misunderstanding story. . .isn’t. Rosemary figures it out pretty quickly, then decides to go for Jordan. But Jordan is a novelist, complete with looming deadline, and he can’t have sexy Rosemary diverting his attention. Whenever he sees her, he gets a severe case of writer’s block.
What follows is an entertaining, sexy, charming romp between two nice people who belong together. The writing is just about perfect, and the methods Rosemary uses to help Jordan overcome his writer’s block are witty and inventive and create some really funny banter. Throw in an entire town of well-meaning meddlers, some diverting puns (a local seafood restaurant is called Seamen’s Delight), and a little nude crocheting, and you have a sweet tale you’ll smile at, all the way through.
“Jordan? Do you have some kind of physical. . .problem or something? I mean beyond the block?”
He nodded and looked at her gravely. “I should have told you sooner.”
Rosemary gasped, her mind already trying to figure out how she could help him. “What—what is it?”
“Well…” He looked at her even more gravely. “I have enough manly seed backed up to blow your head off.”
Ah. My kind of guy.