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Title:
Almost like being in love
Author:
Dodd, Christina.
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Publication Information:
New York : Pocket Books, [2004]

©2004
Physical Description:
375 pages ; 18 cm
Language:
English
ISBN:
9780743456180
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Book

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Summary

Summary

New York Times bestselling author Christina Dodd's contemporary novel--set in Idaho ranch country--is the second book in a trilogy of heartwarming, sexy romances about three sisters who grew up in different foster families and are reunited as adults.

As the middle child, Pepper Prescott's rebellious nature helped her survive when her parents disappeared and she and her siblings were sent to different foster homes around the country. Now an independent young woman, Pepper finds herself on the run after witnessing a shooting. Fearing for her life, Pepper flees to the only place she ever considered home and is shocked to find her old lover, Dan Graham, living on the remote mountain ranch. A battle-hardened ex-Special Forces soldier, Dan no longer strikes Pepper as a man she can trust with her secrets, her life, and her love. But as long-simmering desires flare into a deep, sensual passion, Pepper realizes the only way she can reclaim her life is to ally herself with the enigmatic warrior who's willing to help fight for her future by solving the mysteries of her past--and making her his wife today.


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Booklist Review

General Jennifer Napier is Jackie Porter's role model, so when Napier is in town autographing her latest book, Jackie gushes out her life story to her before rushing off to work. Returning to get a book signed, she sees something that sends her fleeing across the country to her foster mother's remote Idaho ranch and back to her real name, Pepper Prescott. At the ranch she finds Dan Graham, the son of a neighboring rancher who had won both her love and virginity when they were teenagers. He is ostensibly taking care of the ranch, but in reality he is serving as bait for a vicious international terrorist. Both Pepper and Dan are vulnerable characters with huge abandonment issues, but their mutual passion is blazing. Dodd's bang-up climax features high-tech armament and a birth and reunites Pepper with her sister, Hope, from Just the Way You Are BKL Je 1 & 15 03. This enticing stand-alone sequel will leave readers eager for the rest of Dodd's Prescott saga. --Diana Tixier Herald Copyright 2004 Booklist


Publisher's Weekly Review

Readers who were wooed by the first installment in Dodd's contemporary Prescott sisters trilogy, Just the Way You Are, may be disappointed by this unlikely, terrorism-based tale. Orphaned, separated from her siblings and shuttled through foster care, landscaper Pepper Prescott relies on her inborn wiliness and the militaristic self-help strategies of author Jennifer Napier, an active U.S. General, to overcome life's challenges. But when she witnesses her idol shooting an aide who threatens to expose her sale of government secrets, Pepper flees to the Idaho ranch that once provided her only stable home. Her ex-boyfriend Dan Graham, now an undercover Special Forces agent, is keeping up the ranch in an attempt to draw out an international terrorist intent on killing him. Despite mutual deceptions, the two rediscover both trust and passion before the General, Dan's terrorist prey, two of Pepper's long-lost siblings and a passel of U.S. forces converge at the ranch for the melodramatic denouement. An excess of unrealistic plot points and purple prose ("she screamed out loud, an incoherent cry of inexpressible fulfillment") mar the story, and the character of garden-loving, gun-toting Pepper never quite gels. Still, the starkly beautiful setting and the raw sexual bond Dan and Pepper share will please readers with a taste for the dramatic. Agent, Mel Berger. (June) (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved


Excerpts

Excerpts

Prologue Eight-year-old Pepper Prescott woke to find the light shining down the hall from the kitchen. She blinked and, yawning, looked at the clock. The lighted numbers said two thirty-six, and she experienced a surge of triumph, because she knew she wasn't supposed to be awake in the middle of the night. But that light meant Daddy and Mama were here at last. They hadn't been when Pepper got home from school. The house had been empty, something that had happened only a few times that Pepper could remember, and always involved a parishioner who had had an accident and was dying and a family who needed help coming to grips with mortality. Usually Mama left a note on the table, but this time there was nothing. Pepper even checked on the floor to see if the air conditioner had blown away the paper. Then she did what Mama would want her to do, and rummaged around and found a snack. Well, not quite what Mama would want her to do, because she had cookies instead of an apple and she ate them in front of the television and watched the shows she wasn't supposed to watch. She enjoyed herself thoroughly until Hope came home. Then Hope snapped the TV off and made Pepper do her homework at the kitchen table. Sixteen-year-old Hope always did the right thing. At school, Pepper's teachers always said, "I had your sister Hope, and she never talked all the time." Or, "I taught your sister, Hope, and she got straight A's." Pepper got sick of hearing about wonderful, perfect Hope, and she kicked the table leg the whole time Hope was gone getting the baby from the church day care. She came home with a pucker between her brows, but she wouldn't tell Pepper anything. When Gabriel came home from soccer, she pulled him into a corner and they whispered in a worried tone. Daddy and Mama didn't come home all evening, and they didn't call. Pepper had gone to bed feeling like it was her fault because she'd eaten those cookies, but now she could hear voices in the kitchen, and that meant they were home. Flinging back the covers, she padded down the hallway toward the light. She recognized Hope's voice, and Gabriel's, and they whispered as if someone were choking them. Pepper heard a man speak, but he wasn't Daddy, and she stopped short of the doorway. She had on only her nightgown. Mama said a girl of eight didn't come out in her nightgown in front of strangers. Pepper peeked around the door and saw that there were two strangers in the kitchen, a Texas man sheriff and a Texas lady sheriff. Hope was sitting at the table. Gabriel stood behind her with his hands on her shoulders. And Daddy and Mama weren't here. The lady was saying, "...Car rolled five times about three o'clock this afternoon on an empty stretch near the Mexican border -- " Who was she talking about? Why was she here? She continued, " -- and not discovered until almost eight o'clock this evening by a passing officer. Both bodies were battered in a way that -- " The man sheriff dug his elbow into her ribs. She finished, "They were killed instantly." Killed, who was killed? Who were they talking about? "I'm so sorry to bring you news like this." The lady looked like she meant it. But Pepper still didn't understand. Who had been killed instantly? The man asked, "Do you kids have anyone you can call to stay with you? Aunts? Uncles?" "No. My parents didn't have family. They met...they were both orphans..." Hope dropped her head onto her hands and gave a sob. Why did she do that? Who were they talking about? In the depths of her heart, Pepper knew, but she couldn't believe it. Gabriel, big old fourteen-year-old Gabriel, made a noise like Pepper had never heard, sort of between a whimper and a groan. And Pepper...Pepper was making a noise too. She didn't realize it until everyone turned and looked at her. Then she backed up out of the doorway, but the sound coming out of her throat was thin and high and kept getting louder. Hope came to her feet and dashed toward Pepper. Gabriel followed her and stood back, staring, the way he used to before Mama made him join the family. Gathering Pepper into her arms, Hope said, "Sh. You'll wake the baby. Sh, Pepper, you'll make yourself sick. Sh..." She rocked Pepper. But Pepper stood rigid, one foot on top of the other, her thin nightgown sticking to her suddenly clammy skin, and wailed because she couldn't help it. Her mama...they said her mama was dead. Her daddy...no! She'd seen him that morning. He'd looked tired, but he kissed her and told her to do right today. He said that every day when she left for school, and she never did, and now he was...he was dead? Her mama? Battered? Gone? Dead? Hope scooped her up and carried Pepper into her bedroom, saying all the time, "Sh, sh, quiet, honey, you'll wake the baby, you'll make yourself sick, don't cry, don't cry." Pepper didn't think she was crying. She had cried before, but it had never felt like this. This wrenching pain in the gut, the pounding in her head, the emptiness...everywhere. The two girls sat on Pepper's bed. Gabriel stood in the doorway. "Can I help?" he asked, but he was awkward and somehow out of place. Of course. He'd only lived here a few years. Daddy and Mama weren't his real parents. He didn't know what to do. Pepper sobbed harder. Gabriel was her brother, the one who understood her when no one else did, and now everything was changing, disintegrating...destroyed. Their lives were destroyed. Taking Pepper's shoulders, Hope held her. She dipped down until she was on Pepper's level. She looked into her eyes. "Listen to me, Pepper. Listen. Listen." Pepper calmed a little. Just a little. Agony still ripped at her belly. She understood this was only a calm in the storm. But she caught her breath and listened. "I will take care of you," Hope vowed. "Trust me. We're a family. I'll make sure we're together. I'll take care of you. Trust me." Copyright (c) 2004 by Christina Dodd Excerpted from Almost Like Being in Love by Christina Dodd All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.