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Leah is a landscape designer who inherited her love of gardening from her eccentric aunt. Contracted to work on the garden of Private Investigator Sean Russel, she unwittingly becomes embroiled in the handsome PI’s cases.
She becomes a party to such mayhem she is forced to wonder how she ever got mixed up in this mess. But her indomitable spirit, and incurable sense of humor enable her to override all obstacles. And there is her overwhelming attraction for Sean Russel that started it all.
As Shrinking Violet this book was a finalist in RWAustralia’s Romantic Book of The Year 2006.
Someone
was shaking me—very gently. I muttered a swear word. I didn’t particularly want
to come out of the delicious dream I’d been having. Ah, I was still in that
dream because the main feature character was saying my name, in a most caring
and kindly fashion.
“Yes,
Sean, do that again.” That was the kissing he’d just been doing—on
places I hadn’t been kissed before. “Mm, that’s nice.”
“Wake
up, Leah, please.” The shaking grew more impatient. I wobbled my head and
complained when it spun like a top.
“No,
go ‘way,” I grumbled. It sounded like Sean, my dream lover, but if I opened my
eyes I’m sure I would end up disappointed.
“Leah.”
He lifted my head gently, and then stroked my cheek. “Drink this.”
I
peeped up. I could only make slits beneath my lids. It sure looked like the man
who had been giving me delicious kisses, but I was probably hallucinating. He
pressed something to my mouth and poured water between my lips.
“That’s
nice, I was thirsty.” I don’t think he heard me, for the words came out on a
thread of sound.
“I’ll
have to carry you a short way. We have an ambulance waiting on the road.”
Yes,
it definitely wasn’t Ron, because if it were he would have slung me over his
shoulder like a bag of fertilizer, instead of lifting me as if I was a precious
burden.
I
decided I liked being toted by this lovely man. I told him so, but don’t think
he heard that either, because he didn’t answer. Perhaps he was out of breath
through carrying me around. I giggled. He heard that, for he pressed a short
kiss on my forehead. I told him I liked that, too.
I
was lowered onto a bed of sorts. I didn’t want to be anywhere but in his arms
and complained as I felt the bed move. Oh no, I was being taken away from him.
I yelled out for them to stop, but it came out similar to a frog with
laryngitis.
“Hush.”
My hero was beside me again, now holding my hand and whispering unintelligible
words in my ear. A door slammed and then another, then the vehicle they’d
deposited me in began to move. Ah yes, an ambulance. I rather liked the gentle
movement and the stroke of Sean’s fingers on my hand. I would just go back to
my lovely dream. I smiled.
“Tricia McGill has developed a winner of a character
with Leah. With well-rounded characters, a well-crafted plot and superb, witty
dialogue, she pens a book that screams read me. She gives Leah character, a
strong personality and the wisdom to not be anyone’s punching bag. I love how
she stands up to Sean, and when face-to-face, they really give credibility to
this action-packed, engaging read that left this reader breathless. I clapped,
I cheered, and I fell in love with the characters, and this remarkable
book." 5 angels from Linda L at fallen angel reviews
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Oh Leah baby--this sounds like big trouble...
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And that's not all the trouble Leah gets into.
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