Review and Giveaway - Dating Cary Grant by Emelle Gamble
Dating Cary Grant
modern Manhattan fairy tale starring…
Connor, a New York City career woman who loves her job and classic movies.
Connor, her estranged husband, a small town Mayor who loves his wife but
doesn’t seem to have enough time to see her.
handsome stranger, Philip Adams, who lives downstairs from the small sublet
Tracy has temporarily moved into. He’s charming, funny and looks a lot like her
very favorite screen icon, Cary Grant.
Cary Grant is a romance all about New York City career woman Tracy Connor
struggling with real issues with her real guy, her husband of six years, Mayor
Mike Connor of Cukor, Connecticut. Tracy is a smart woman, but some of her
problems with relationships are partially caused by her unrealistic
expectations that real guys should – and can - behave like matinee idols.
Mike’s problems are also caused by the fact that he’s such a great guy and
overextends his heart, and his appointment calendar, to every constituent,
friend or stray animal who crosses his path.
is also being stressed by a TV reality show intent on showcasing Tracy and
Mike’s personal life, as well as the imminent takeover of her employer, a
small, private television station, by a billionaire with unlimited funds and no
Cary Grant considers just how selfless a man needs to be to meet his wife’s
expectations, and just how honest a woman must be with herself about what she’s
willing to give, and give-up. And Cary Grant is along to help prove that any
woman’s search for ‘Mr. Perfect ‘ might take her to a surprising place to find
Tracy put her
hand on the knob to open the door a crack so she could hear better, when
suddenly someone knocked, then knocked a second time!
went right through the door into her forehead. She yelped and stepped back,
just like the other night, but this time, thankfully, the lock was engaged.
man asked pleasantly. “Sorry if I startled you.”
at the door, immobile with surprise. She cleared her throat and put her right
hand over her heart, as if that would slow the galloping beat down.
knocked twice again. “I don’t want to be a bother, but I’ve come to borrow ice
cubes, if you have them. It’s quite a catastrophe, really, having no ice, so
you can save the day if you have a tray or two to spare.”
His voice was
smart and cultured. He had the accent of an Englishman by birth and world
traveler by choice.
you come downstairs and have a drink, for that matter? If you’re decent, of
course. Or even if you’re not.” He chuckled and tapped the door gently. “Come
on.Shy, are you? Don’t be afraid, I
promise I’m a perfect gentleman this time of night.”
Tracy surprised herself by replying. “But I’m sorry; I don’t have any ice
cubes. Sorry.” What a pinhead, she chided herself. Apologizing when I had no
reason to, just like the woman on the bike told her.
cubes? You poor darling! Well, you must open up and go downstairs with me. I’ll
steal some for you from the party. Right out of someone’s glass. It might be
rude, but, well, I’m willing to be rude in times of crisis. No girl with a
voice as lovely as yours should be without ice cubes on a Saturday night. What
if she fancied a cocktail?”
“Actually it’s Sunday morning. About three thirty, as a matter of fact. And I
certainly can’t come out, as I’m dressed for bed, and it’s a bit early for me
to be drinking a cocktail.”
that’s all the way you look at it, my dear.” The door creaked as the visitor
leaned his weight against it. “To my way of thinking, 3:30 a.m. is the very
heart of the evening. Why don’t you throw on something more acceptable to the
general public and join me? What do you say?”
Tracy put her
hand on the door and peered through the stained glass but could make out only a
vague figure of a man in a dark suit. His voice was amazing.If he looked half as hot as he sounded, then
the neighborhood was even better than she had expected.
open the door to get a look at this guy? She glanced down and frowned at the
white tee shirt and pink socks she‘d been sleeping in. The shirt was Mike’s.
Suddenly the image of her husband filled her head, squelching her curious
her arms over her chest. “Thanks, but no. Sorry.” She grimaced. God lord, I am
pathetic. “Goodnight!” Her voice was firm. “I’m going back to sleep now. Have a
right. But next time I’ll stay here until you come out and meet me properly,”
the man replied. “I’ll go back to my friends. Although you don’t sound like you
need it, you’ve still got a few hours to get your beauty sleep. Good night, Miss…?”
she thought. “Connor. Tracy Connor.”
Tracy Connor,” the man said.
Tracy Connor is a married woman who cannot settle into her life with her husband, Cukor, Connecticut's Mayor Mike Connor. She has an exciting job in the big city in television. Being a small town mayor's wife just isn't cutting it for this high-energy executive. Tracy decides to take an apartment in the city, signing a lease without even telling her husband what she is up to. It is her birthday and, once again, the people of Cukor take precedence over Tracy as Mike stands her up for her birthday dinner.
To make matters worse, Tracy falls and hits her head on the concrete. As she and her best friend, Posey, are movie fanatics, the fact that the woman who nearly runs her down with a bike during the fall is an 80-something Katharine Hepburn look-a-like leaves Tracy slightly confused. When Tracy runs into her new neighbor who also happens to look like a movie star - her favorite - Cary Grant, leaves her nearly breathless. She finds herself wanting romance, not with her husband but with Philip Adams, the Cary Grant 'hottie.'
As this story weaves her into a spell of wondering who is real and who may be an hallucination, you discover Tracy is a modern woman who wants her freedom and yet longs for romance. One is a career-first kind of girl the other side of her has a penchant of undiscovered longing for more traditional roles. To say she is confused is putting it mildly.
This book allows for a lovely Sunday afternoon read - don't forget the tea. ~Reviewed by JoEllen
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Gamble was a writer at an early age, bursting with the requisite childhood
stories of introspection. These evolved into bad teen poetry and worse short
stories. She took her first stab at full length fiction in an adult education
writing class when her kids were in bed twenty years ago.As M.L. Gamble, she published several
romantic suspense novels with Harlequin.Soul Mate Publishingbrought
outSecret Sister,a paranormal women’s romantic fiction novel
in the summer of 2013. This was followed by the novella, Duets, in November,
2013, and the follow on novel starring the characters from Duets, Molly Harper,
in January, 2014.
intrigued by the words ‘what if’, Emelle’s books feature an ordinary woman
confronted with an extraordinary situation.She most enjoys reading stories that surprise and amaze her, and hopes
her readers will enjoy the challenging and exciting journeys her characters
lives in suburban Washington D.C.with
her husband, Phil, her hero of thirty years,and two orange cats, Lucy and Bella. These girls, like all good
villains, have their reasons for misbehaving. Her daughter, Olivia, and son,
Allen, are happily launched on their own and contributing great things to
society, their mother’s fondest wish.
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