Business as Baltimore's unique marriage-proposal service, "Popping the Question," is bustling. Owner Dianna West happily designs exciting scenarios to aid romance-challenged bachelors in winning the big "Yes!" from their sweethearts.
Chris is everything Dianna wants, but he's committed to another woman. What's a girl to do? Risk her business to win him? Risk her heart, only to lose him? And what about Chris? He thought he knew his heart and his mind...but then he met Dianna...
When Chris finally pops the question, will it be to the right woman? And when he does...will she-- can she--say "yes"?
I don't read much romance, so that might be why I didn't like this book. Dianna owns a "marriage proposal service" and Chris wants to marry his lawyer girlfriend. BUT (if this isn't obvious) Chris thinks Dianna is just wonderful and Dianna can't keep her eyes off of Chris. Chris is a multi millionare from computers (very vague..but he makes it known throughout the whole book)and gets to spend all his free time spending time at Dianna's office. The worst part? NO lust goes on until the very end! It was very frustrating book and I really didn't like it that much. Probably die hard romance fans would like it a lot better.
The premise is an oldie, but a goodie--a woman falls in love with a man promised to someone else. And to complicate matters, he's her client. If she falls in love with him, she could lose the business she's worked so hard to build.
I think that there was a good story in there somewhere, but this book needed serious thinning. I think the author would have been better served making this about 100 pages shorter, perhaps as a category romance. Because it was very padded. Everyone rambled, all the time. It was really annoying. For example:
"Standing on the white wrap-around porch with the overhanging eave, Chris Adams eyed Popping the Question's front door. According to the stickers attached to the glass, they took Mastercard and Visa and most other major credit cards. So, anyway, it was a nice door, as doors go. And it probably didn't warrant this much scrutiny, but he was in no hurry to go inside. What was the rush. Wow. Popping the question. A big step. One giant leap for mankind. Hence, this study of the wooden door with its inlaid oval of glass. Inside, the glass was curtained with a lacy sheer held tight at both ends by some sort of satiny tieback thing. It resembled a woman's waist but more accurately described how his guts felt, Chris decided."
All this rambling about a door? Get to the point already! Everything was like this. The characters practically spent five minutes just deciding if they should take their next breath. Instead of adding to the story, all it did was drag it to a near stand-still. While I like details in a story, I don't like my books to be over-written.
I have one more book by this author to try. I think I'm going to put it at the very end of my long queue of to be read books. Maybe a break from this author will make things better. But after five disappointing reads vs one enjoyable one, I'm not holding out a lot of hope. This book is not recommended by this reader. If you want to read something by this author, try SARA'S BOUNTY instead.
Prologue: The poor protagonist is SUFFERING because she has to teach an icky, fat, un-masculine, coded Jewish “mama’s boy” how to propose. But don’t worry, he’s so fat and has so much lingering pain from a knee surgery that he gets stuck on his knee, which is just what he deserves for being so gross and fat and whiny.
Chapters 1 through 3: The protagonist meets a very sexy rich guy who wants her to teach him how to propose. She instantly wants to throw away her business to bone him. He gets an erection from shaking her hand. It’s all very melodramatic and long winded, and I hate these characters so much.
Chapter 4: The icky fat coded-Jewish character takes his mother with him to propose at an Italian restaurant, but getting down on one knee goes disastrously wrong for him. Like, Amelia Bedelia Proposes wrong. Four men aren’t able to get him up off the ground. He knocks over two tables and gives himself what sound like some pretty severe injuries, and of course his “shrew” mother blames the whole thing on our poor protagonist.
I don’t know what happens after that because my horrified husband took the book away and tossed it in the garbage, which is probably for the best.