Last night I started reading Sugar Daddy by Lisa Kleypas. This novel was one of Dance’s recommendations from a previous posts.

I find myself unable to figure out if Dance recommended this book because she really likes me and wanted me to enjoy myself, or because she truly hates me and wants me to get fired for not meeting a deadline I have on Monday. I don’t see how—short of bodily harm—I’ll be putting Sugar Daddy down until I’m finished or not picking up the sequel, Blue-Eyed Devil, the minute I’m done.

I have to admit I never really liked Ms. Kleypas. I did enjoy Devil in Winter, but every other book I’ve read by hers was mediocre at best. You can imagine my surprise—and my delight—to be so enthralled by this read! I’ve realized that the more I read, the more I love every single sentence. I’m even comparing LK to some of my top authors like Marian Keyes! I’m shocked beyond words. How is it possible that the same person who wrote this book is the same person who wrote that horrid romance with the hero who had sex with a prostitute pretending it was the heroine and then stole her (the heroine’s not the prostitute’s) pin (or was it a pair of socks/sunglasses?) and carried it in his pockets for months like a deranged sexual deviant?

Color me both confused and enchanted.
Thanks, Dance. *g*