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Heartbreakers: Treat Her Right\Mr. November, by Lori Foster
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Two classic tales of everyday heroes from New York Times bestselling author Lori Foster
Treat Her Right
Gorgeous, statuesque fitness expert Wynn Lane can't help but fall for her sexy neighbor, paramedic Zack Granger, and his adorable daughter. But brash, outspoken Wynn is not Zack's idea of mommy material, even though she's making daddy's libido do flip-flops. Still, the laws of attraction rule—and Wynn is a force of nature all her own!
Mr. November
Creating a beefcake calendar for charity, Amanda Barker has found the perfect Mr. November, superbuff firefighter Josh Marshall. But the notorious ladies' man is a hard sell, and she's forced to negotiate with the only collateral he'll accept: a date with her! Josh knows where there's smoke, there's fire—but this could burn completely out of control…
Heartbreakers: Treat Her Right\Mr. November, by Lori Foster - Amazon Sales Rank: #1206266 in Books
- Brand: Foster, Lori
- Published on: 2015-05-26
- Released on: 2015-05-26
- Original language: English
- Number of items: 1
- Dimensions: 8.25" h x 1.00" w x 5.38" l, .0 pounds
- Binding: Paperback
- 384 pages
Heartbreakers: Treat Her Right\Mr. November, by Lori Foster Review "A red-hot page-turner." --#1 New York Times bestselling author Kresley Cole on When You Dare"Intense, edgy and hot. Lori Foster delivers everything you're looking for in a romance." -New York Times bestselling author Jayne Ann Krentz on Hard to Handle"A sexy, believable roller coaster of action and romance." -Kirkus Reviews on Run the Risk"Foster rounds out her searing trilogy with a story that tilts toward the sizzling and sexy side of the genre." -RT Book Reviews on Savor the Danger"The fast-paced thriller keeps these well-developed characters moving...Foster's series will continue to garner fans with this exciting installment." -Publishers Weekly on Trace of Fever"Steamy, edgy, and taut." -Library Journal on When You Dare"Bestseller Foster...has an amazing ability to capture a man's emotions and lust with sizzling sex scenes and meld it with a strong woman's point of view." -Publishers Weekly on A Perfect Storm"Lori Foster delivers the goods." -Publishers WeeklyFoster's writing satisfies all appetites with plenty of searing sexual tension and page-turning action in this steamy, edgy, and surprisingly tender novel."-Publishers Weekly on Getting Rowdy"Foster hits every note (or power chord) of the true alpha male hero...a compelling read from start to finish." --Publishers Weekly on Bare It All
About the Author
Lori Foster is a New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author with books from a variety of publishers, including Berkley/Jove, Kensington, St. Martin’s, Harlequin and Silhouette. Lori has been a recipient of the prestigious RT Book Reviews Career Achievement Award for Series Romantic Fantasy, and for Contemporary Romance. She’s had top-selling books for Amazon, Waldenbooks and the BGI Group. For more about Lori, visit her Web site at www.lorifoster.com.
Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. "DAMN YOU, CONAN! That's it!"Zack Grange jerked upright in his bed, heart pounding, muscles coiled. His sleep-fogged brain felt in a jumble. He'd been dreaming, a very hot dream about a sexy lady—faceless, but with a gorgeous body—and then he'd heard the loud female shout. Caught between drugging sleep and abrupt wakefulness, confusion swamped him.He looked around his shadowed bedroom and found it as empty as ever. No one lurked in the corners, certainly not the lady he'd been dreaming of, yet the voice had seemed to be right upon him. Heart still tripping, he strained to hear, and caught male laughter floating in through his open window. He frowned.A glance at the clock showed it to be only seven-thirty. He'd barely been in bed at all, not long enough to recoup from the strenuous night. Certainly not long enough to finish that tempting, now elusive dream.The deep female voice came again."It's not funny, you moron, and you know it," the woman groused, showing no consideration for those people still trying sleep. "I can't believe you did this to me.""Better you than me, sweetheart." Then, "Ouch! Now that hurt."Zack threw off his sheet. Wearing only his boxers, he went to the window to look out. He shivered as the morning air washed over his mostly bare body. The mid-September nights were getting cool, but he preferred the fresh air for sleeping. He stretched out aching muscles, still cramped from all the lifting he'd done just a few hours ago, scratched his chest, then slid aside a thin drape and peered down into the yard behind his house.His was a larger, more private corner lot, and the street behind him ran perpendicular to his own. His bedroom window, at the back of his house, faced the side lot, so that he could see both the front and backyard of the home behind him.New neighbors, he thought with disgust, noticing the For Sale sign now lying flat, and cardboard boxes piled everywhere around the yard. Squinting against the blinding red haze of a half-risen sun, his tired eyes gritty, he searched for the source of the screeching.When his gaze finally landed on her, he stared in stunned disbelief.Extremely curly brown hair was only halfheartedly contained in a sloppy ponytail. He couldn't see the details of her upper body beneath an overlarge, misshapen sweatshirt, but her shorts showed off mile-long, athletic legs and dirty white tennis shoes. Zack surveyed her top to bottom, and because a lot of distance stretched between those two points, it took a good minute.As a basic male, he immediately considered those long IS strong legs. With the erotic dream still dancing around the corners of his mind, he pictured them twined around him, or perhaps even over his shoulders, and speculated on how tightly they might hold a man when he was between them, buried deep inside her.As a discriminating man, he wondered why her hair looked such a wreck and what her upper body might present once out of that awful sweatshirt.And lastly, as a neighbor, he wanted to groan at the lack of consideration that kept her squawking and carping in a voice too deep and too loud to be called even remotely feminine. The future didn't bode well, not with her living behind him."Daddy?"Zack turned with a smile, but he felt ready to commit murder. Evidently, the noise had awakened his daughter, which meant there would be no going back to bed for him. Exhaustion wrought a groan in protest, but he held out a hand, smiling gently. "Come here, sweetheart. It looks like our new neighbors are moving in."Rubbing her eyes with a small fist, Dani padded toward him, dragging her favorite fuzzy yellow blanket behind her. Her wee bare feet peeked out from the hem of her nightgown. Standing out around her head, her typically mussed blond hair formed a halo, and one round cheek was creased from her pillow. She reached him and held up her skinny arms. "Let me see," she demanded in her adorable childish voice.Obligingly, Zack lifted her. His daughter was such a tiny person, even though she was now four. Petite, as her mother had been, he thought, and hugged her close to his naked chest. He breathed in her little girl smell, rubbed his rough cheek against her downy soft hair, kissed her ear.She liked to be held, and he loved holding her.As usual, Dani immediately gave him a wet good-morning kiss on his whiskered cheek. She wrapped her arms around his throat, her legs around his waist, and looked out the window. Her blanket caught between them.Zack waited for her reaction. Dani never failed to amuse him. For a four-year-old, she was very astute, honest to a fault, and he loved her more than life itself.Most of the kids her age asked constant questions, but not Dani. She made statements instead. Other than two days a week at a preschool, she was always in the company of his friends. Zack assumed her exposure to adults accounted for her speech habits."I see her butt," she said with an exaggerated frown.Startled, Zack lowered his head to peer out the window again, and sure enough, the woman bent at the waist, her legs straight and braced apart for leverage as she tugged on a large box. Her shorts were riding rather high and he could just see the twin moons of her bottom cheeks.Nice ass, he thought appreciatively, lifting one brow and looking a little harder. Dani poked him, and he shook his head, remembering that this woman had just awakened him from a much-needed sleep and a pleasantly carnal dream. "Wait until she stands up, Dani."The woman tugged and pulled and when the box broke apart, she fell backward, landing on that nice behind. From somewhere on her porch, a man hooted with loud laughter and called out, "Want some help?"Zack fancied he could see some of her curly brown hair standing on end. She all but vibrated with temper, then snarled in a voice reminiscent of an enraged cat, "Go away, Conan!""But I thought you wanted my help?" came the innocent, taunting reply."You," she said back, standing up and dusting herself off with enough force to leave bruises on a less hearty woman, "have done enough."Zack tried to see the mysterious Conan, but couldn't. Her husband? A boyfriend? What kind of name was Conan anyway?As the woman gained her feet, Dani said in awe, "She's a giant!"Chuckling, Zack squeezed her. "She looks as tall as me, doesn't she, honey?"His daughter nodded, watching the woman unload the box with jerky, angry movements, rather than try to move it again. Dani laid her head on Zack's chest, quietly thinking in that way she sometimes did. Zack rubbed her back, waiting to see what she'd say next.She shocked him speechless by suddenly leaning forward—leaving it up to him to balance her off-balance weight—and cupping her hand to her mouth, she shouted out the window, "Hello!"The woman turned, looked up with a hand shading her eyes, searching. She spotted them and her frown was replaced by a bright toothy smile. She waved with as much enthusiasm as she'd used to dust her bottom. "Hello there!"In his underwear, Zack quickly ducked behind the curtain. "Dani," he said, ready to muzzle his daughter. "What are you doing?"She wrinkled her little nose at him. "Jus' being neighborly, like you said I should.""That was to the old neighbors. We don't even know these people yet."She wiggled to get down, and when he set her on her feet, she said, "We'll go meet 'em now."Zack caught her by the back of her cotton nightgown as she started to barrel out of the room. "Hold on, little lady. We have breakfast and chores and washing up to do first, right?"Again, she wrinkled her nose. "Later."He almost grinned at her small, sweet hopeful voice—a voice she only used when trying to wrap him around her itty-bitty finger. "Now."Disgruntled and grumbling under her breath, she trod back to the window and yelled, "I'll be out later!"The woman laughed. It was a nice rich husky sound, much better than her screaming. "I'll surely still be here."Zack looked out, feeling as if he'd landed in the twilight zone. Now that his daughter had drawn attention to them—and the neighbors knew they'd been watched—he couldn't very well ignore them.The man from the porch sauntered into the yard, smiling. Zack blinked with yet another surprise. Massive was the only word for him. Built like a large bulldog, he stood a few inches shorter than the woman, but was twice as thick and all muscle. He lifted an arm as stout as a tree trunk and waved."I'm Conan Lane," he called out, "and this squawking shrew is Wynonna."To Zack's amazement and Dani's delight, the woman elbowed Conan hard, making him bend double and wheeze, then she corrected sweetly, "Call me Wynn."Seeing no hope for it, Zack shouted back, "Zack Grange, and my daughter, Dani.""Nice to meet you both!" And then to further exasperate him, Wynn said, "Since we're all awake and it's such a beautiful morning, I'll bring over some coffee so we can get acquainted."Zack stammered, unsure how to deny that audacious imposition, but she'd already turned and hurried into her house, the enormous Conan following her. He frowned down at Dani, who shrugged, grinned, and said, "We better get dressed." And off she dashed, her blanket dragging behind her.Zack dropped to the side of his bed and scrubbed his hands over his face. He was badly in need of a shave and a long shower. At the moment he had no doubt his eyes were more red than blue. He'd worked twelve grueling hours last night, tended two especially trying emergencies, and he was starved as well as fatigued.Luckily, this was his day off, which he'd intended to spend shopping with Dani. Because his daughter liked to play hard, and paid no mind at all to the knees of her jeans or the elbows of her shirts, she was desperately in need of new fall clothes.He did not want to be bothered with outrageous neighbors.Especially not neighbors who'd awakened him too early and were too damn large. And loud.Shoving himself off the bed, he determined to get through the next few minutes with as much politeness and forbearance as he could muster.The doorbell rang not three minutes later. He'd barely had time to pull on jeans and a sweatshirt. He picked up his running shoes, carrying them loosely in his hand. On his way to the door, he peeked in at Dani. She stood there in a T-shirt and blue-flowered panties, surveying her closet with a studious frown.Zack leaned on her doorframe. "Dress warm, honey."She nodded, frowned some more, and looked through her clothes. Zack bit back a grin and asked, "Hard decision?"She was so intent on her choice, she didn't answer.Because jeans were a given, he said, "How about a sweater?" preferring that over what she might have chosen otherwise—a ratty sweatshirt. He posed it as a suggestion, rather than an instruction, because he knew she liked to make her own decisions—about everything—any time he gave her that option.She nodded agreement. "Okay. What sweater?"He walked into the room, reached into her closet and pulled out a soft red sweater with multicolored buttons. "This one is nice," he suggested, trying his best to sound serious and sincere.She studied the sweater, considering, until the doorbell rang again. Snatching it out of his hand, she pushed at him and said, "Go! Go get the door, Dad!"Zack laughed as he walked away. His daughter, the social butterfly. Most times, Dani didn't give two cents for how she dressed. She'd pull on the same clothes from the night before if Zack didn't get them out of her room and into the hamper fast enough. But let them have company and she agonized. Not that she wanted to wear dresses. Heaven forbid! And anything other than sneakers or boots repulsed her four-year-old sensibilities.But she did like color. Lots and lots of color. Often if left to her own devices, she'd clash so horribly it'd make his eyes glaze.Still sporting a grin, Zack bounded down the stairs and went to the front door. He turned the locks and opened it, wishing he didn't have to do this today. He'd wanted nothing more than to sleep in, then take a long leisurely soak in the hot tub, eat an enormous breakfast, and spend the day with his daughter.Now he had to be neighborly.The second the door opened, the woman looked at him and her smile faded. "Oh dear," she said. "We woke you up, didn't we?"Zack went mute and stared.Up close, she seemed even taller, and she did indeed look him in the eye. At six feet tall, that didn't happen to him often. His two best friends, Mick and Josh, were both taller, Mick especially, who stood six foot three. But then they were both guys. They were not female.A light breeze ruffled her flyaway hair, which seemed to have been permanently crimped. The color was nice, a soft honey-brown, lighter around her face where the sun had kissed it. Curls sprung out here and there and everywhere, like miniature springs. He doubted such unruly hair could ever be fully contained.A soft flush colored her skin—high across her cheekbones, over the bridge of her narrow nose and the tip of her chin—either by the warmth of the day, her exertions, or the bright sunshine. Zack suspected the latter.Sporting a crooked smile, she stared right back at him with the most unusual hazel eyes he'd ever seen. So light they were almost the color of topaz, they were fringed by thick, impossibly dark lashes, especially given the color of her hair. After a silent moment, her arched brows lifted and her smile stretched into a full-fledged grin.Zack caught himself. Good God, he'd been staring at her as if he'd never seen a woman before. He'd been staring at her…with interest. He shook his head. "What gave me away?""What's that?" She now appeared confused."How could you tell that you woke me?""Ah. The hair standing on end? The all-night whiskers? Or it could be the bloodshot eyes." She made a tsking sound. "Have you slept at all?"He ran a hand through his hair and mumbled, "I worked pretty late last night," and left it at that. He wasn't with it enough yet to start rehashing the past evening's events. He pushed the screen door open and stepped aside. "Come on in."She looked behind her. "Conan will be right along. He's getting some muffins out of the oven. He's a terrific cook."Conan-the-massive cooked?The woman held up a carafe. "Fresh coffee. French vanilla. I hope that's okay?"He hated flavored coffees. "It's fine," he lied, "but totally unnecessary.""It's the very least I can do now that I know I got you out of bed."If she hadn't, he thought, perhaps he'd have finished that sexy dream and not been so edgy now. But as it was, he couldn't quite seem to get himself together.She hesitated at the door. "I really am so sorry. This is my first house and I'm equally stressed and excited and when I get that way, I unfortunately get—" She shrugged in apology. "—loud."Her honesty was both unexpected and appealing. Zack forced a smile. "I understand."
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8 of 8 people found the following review helpful. Yummy Reissue By Misuzmama Heartbreakers is a reissue of 'Treat Her Right' and 'Mr. November', the second and third books in the Men to Rescue series. The first is 'Caught In The Act' -which has been reissued in the book Enticing.The Men to Rescue series consists of three friends Mick (an undercover policeman), Zack (a paramedic), and Josh (a firefighter). In Treat Her Right, Zack meets his new sexy long-legged next door neighbor. He is instantly aroused by her and at the same time appalled. For Wynn is one big loud and in your face woman. Not exactly someone who could be considered mommy material for the widower Zack's daughter. And he's looking for a wife -but Wynn is not it. On the other hand, Wynn is instantly smitten and is not taking no for an answer and really *works it* to get her man.In Mr. November, Josh is the one firefighter who has refused to model for a calendar for charity. For some reason the ladies man doesn't want to feel like a piece of meat. Amanda, a straitlaced beauty, who is promoting the calendar pulls out all the stops to get him to sign on. Only Josh wants a date and maybe something more. But Amanda has some serious sexual hangups and emotional issues from a long ago tragedy. She doesn't do relationships. Now all Josh has to do is to convince the woman he loves to take a chance on him.Get your hands on these two oldies but goodies. This is why Foster became a popular romance author -unique heroines, sexy-as-hell hero's, realistic plot lines and tons of sexual tension with just the right amount of love scenes for each couple. Just a great book to add to my collection. On par with the Buckhorn series as a comparison.My other Foster favorites are-Enticing (Casey / Caught in the Act)- specifically CaseyWhen Good Things Happen To Bad Boys- Dr. Axel Dean *swoon*A Very Merry Christmas (Twins' Bad Boys)- SWAT cop OzzieBad Boys Of Summer (Twins' Bad Boys)- "Luscious" Lucious *double swoon*
7 of 9 people found the following review helpful. One-dimensional and insulting to the heroine By tubularrose I am not a snob about romantic fiction or "chick lit." I enjoy a good story and a happy ending. But I do like a story that is about something more than just the romance. The hero and, especially, the heroine need to have lives and something going on in them, besides their relationship with each other.This book, the first I've read by the author, is missing that element, at least as far as I read (halfway). We are told that the heroine is a physical therapist and has her own business. Surely that has taken some effort and determination to achieve. She has just bought her first house and is excited about it. But that is as much about her life as we learn. The hero has a daughter. We are told over & over that he's a great father and a stand-up guy. He's a paramedic and at least we hear a little bit about his job--that it's physically demanding. And we know he has friends. But that's about it.Beyond that, the plotline is: he wants to get married to have a mother for his daughter. He wants someone feminine and sweet. He disapproves of the heroine because she is "loud" and "bossy" and "too big." We see no evidence of the "loud" and "bossy" other than that she argues with her brother in a good-natured way on moving day, and she has a perfectly normal level of assertiveness (and actually low self-esteem--she never tells the guy to shove off when he insults her, which any normal woman would). Never mind that she is kind, beautiful, accomplished, funny, and financially secure. She basically has to beg him to go to bed with her. Presumably his sexual attraction gradually allows him to see that she is "worthy."What kind of a lesson do we take away from this? She is almost groveling for his approval and attention through much of the book. I'd have said, pick someone who is crazy about you for who you are. Not someone you have to "win over."There are better authors out there for a fun, romantic, sexy read. Try one of those instead.
0 of 0 people found the following review helpful. Great Reading! By LAS Reviewer What’s not to like about a fireman and an EMT? Especially when they are die hard bachelors who don’t have time to pursue love and fate decides to send them their exact opposites to tease and confound them. I loved how the two men were so different and the women that tamed them were unique and fun to get to know. Having two fun stories in a row is the perfect weekend treat and I enjoyed every moment because the one thing Ms. Foster knows how to do is write romance.The first story was Treat Her Right which follows a man who works grueling hours as an EMT. His free time is spent exclusively with one woman, his four year old daughter, Dani. The author makes it very clear early on that Zack’s main love of his life is his daughter. Their dialogue and interaction was cute, oftentimes funny and it gave the hero’s character emotional depth. It’s Dani that breaks the ice with the new neighbor and once that door was opened, it was a wonderful journey of discovery.Wynn is a unique heroine. She’s tall, she’s rough and she has some wicked self-defense moves. She uses her techniques on Zack much to his chagrin and my delight. I love how Ms. Foster gave her heroine unruly hair and I laughed out loud when I met her parents for the first time. It was comedic and charming and Wynn ends up being perfect for Zack. Of course, he fought it like a stubborn bachelor would. It was Dani who recognized the possibilities that Wynn represented and she liked them, a lot. Kids are smart that way.The camaraderie between Zack, Mick and Josh were pure entertainment. Throw in Wynn’s eccentric but well-meaning parents and the author presented a wonderful backdrop community to support Zack and Wynn’s romance. Add in the other muscle guys and there were many moments of ear to ear grins.When Zack and Wynn finally get to scratch the sensual itch, it was very steamy. The hammock scene was hot and the hot tub scene was sexy and cute too. The physical side of their romance was well written and very romantic. I liked how Ms. Foster wrapped up the story because it made me smile. I enjoyed myself immensely reading Treat Her Right.The second story was Mr. November. It made all the sexy hot posters of bare chested firemen in turnout gear that I’ve ever seen come to life in glorious complexity. Josh was the playboy in the Zack’s story but this time around he’s found a lady who confounds him, challenges him and confuses the heck out of him. What kind of woman can make a fancy free bachelor toe the line?Amanda, the calendar organizer, is Josh’s Achilles heel. She is the one with the issues and they are a real stumbling block to romance – as far as she is concerned. She is hard on herself but her standoffish attitude doesn’t protect her from Josh. I liked seeing her emotional growth under his care. Of course his ‘care’ isn’t the normal kind, which confuses her and has the heroine bemused much of the time. His tenderness, his seduction techniques and his perseverance wears her down so she eventually shares with the hero her internal pain. It’s Josh’s reaction that has her daring to hope in the impossible. I liked the dance between the two as they got to know each other and I felt it was the strongest appealing aspect of the story.Whereas with Zack’s story the sex occurred early on in the tale, with Josh it was a slow, simmering buildup that had me flipping the pages in earnest. What was Josh going to have to do or say to convince Amanda to take a chance on him and on their budding relationship? The answer was very romantic, yet I imagine very painful for Josh. He really showed his heroic colors in this story for sure, most certainly his patience and commitment to loving Amanda. How can a book get any more romantic that that?The epilogue wrap up was sweet, all-encompassing and satisfying. I love a good happy ever after.Heartbreakers is a must have for fans of Ms. Foster. It has everything I love about her books; sexy alpha men, strong female heroines and delightful emotional characterizations that make me care about them, enough to make me cheer and get giddy happy when the romance comes to fruition. Even though it’s a two book novel, it was a fast read because it flowed so well, the dialogue was awesome and the dynamics between the primary characters and secondary characters were so well grounded yet unique and entertaining. I completely enjoyed myself while reading this book and I definitely recommend it to romance readers everywhere.originally posted at long and short reviews
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