Carly Phillips won the hearts of readers and reviewers with her trio of New York Times bestselling novels featuring those seriously sexy Chandler brothers. Now the author whom Fern Michaels hailed as "publishing's newest, brightest star" returns with a story about a wildly unconventional family, a twin in search of her missing sister, and the gorgeous guy who just might turn a case of mistaken identity into the love affair of a lifetime...
UNDER THE BOARDWALK
Ariana Costas may have moved to Vermont, but the college professor's still a Jersey girl at heart-at least according to her wacky Greek family, a lovable clan of eccentrics that includes one spirited, foot-stomping monkey. The Costas's latest moneymaking caper-impersonating members of that other peculiar family, the Addamses-has made them infamous in their small town of Ocean Isle, NJ. No wonder Ari couldn't wait to escape! Then her twin sister, Zoe, disappears, and Ari comes running home to find out what happened. The very last thing she expects is to be shot at...and rescued by a handsome hunk in a black leather jacket.
Wrong twin, right woman? Detective Quinn Donovan's first glimpse of the wind-blown beauty with the raven hair and unmistakable profile is like deja vu all over again. If this lady isn't Zoe, it's someone who looks exactly like her. Now Ari is in trouble deeper than the Atlantic at high tide, and Quinn just may be the right man to protect her...even if it means giving up his well-guarded secrets. But how is he supposed to resist this sensual, fiercely independent woman while carrying out a dangerous mission that could get them both killed?
As an all-out search to find the missing Zoe brings these two confirmed loners closer together, all Quinn and Ari have to do is live long enough to enjoy it....
Ariana Costas, the heroine of Phillips's (The Heartbreaker, etc.) featherweight confection, is a Jersey girl with a wacky family who quickly gets caught up in some potentially dangerous hijinks. Sound familiar? Despite the parallels, Ariana is no Stephanie Plum. Rather, she's a confused, repressed psychology professor who feels like a misfit in her family of eccentrics. But when she learns that her twin sister, Zoe, has gone missing, she reluctantly returns to her family home just outside of Atlantic City. Shortly thereafter, she's shot at and saved by gorgeous undercover police detective Quinn Donovan, who tells her, in no uncertain terms, that Zoe is fine and that she should hightail it out of town for her sister's safety and her own. Instead, Ariana decides to don Zoe's miniskirt and do some sleuthing at the casino where Zoe worked. When Ariana isn't poking around the casino or heating up the pages with Quinn, she's trying to talk some sense into her parents, a pair of lovable Addams family look-alikes who are plotting their next money-making scheme. Phillips's passive prose prevents her protagonists from growing beyond their prescribed roles, and her ham-handed humor contributes little to the story (Ariana's family owns a monkey named Spank, which naturally leads to exchanges like this one--Ariana: "Spank who?"; her mother: "Spank the monkey!"). Nevertheless, Phillips's tale is loaded with enough sexual pyrotechnics to light a fire under her fans.
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June 30, 2005
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Excerpt from Under the Boardwalk by Carly Phillips
If walls could talk, the stories they'd tell. Especially these walls, Ariana Costas thought as she glanced at the rows and rows of pictures leading down the stairs of her family home. A true documentary of insanity if there ever was one-the infamous "wall of shame," as Ariana liked to call it-that portrayed her relatives at their conniving best.
Judging by the commotion she heard from the kitchen, her family was up to their usual tricks. Her heart skipped a beat as she realized that, sadly, nothing had changed in the five years she'd been gone. Apparently not even a missing daughter could deter them from their routine. Pulling her black suit jacket around her like armor, Ariana stepped inside the kitchen and into the fray.
Her mother's sister, who technically lived next door though you'd never know it with the amount of time she spent here, sat with the phone book, calling people at random.
"Hello? Do you need your chimneys cleaned?" Aunt Dee asked in her high-pitched voice. "Winter's around the corner and you can't be too careful. You wouldn't want to light a fire and discover there was an animal stuck inside, would you?" After a short conversation, she set up an appointment and marked it in her calendar.
Ariana was always amazed anyone fell for the scheme. "What are you and Uncle John going to milk these unsuspecting people for once you're inside?" she asked as she walked over to the coffee machine.
Aunt Dee merely winked at her before moving on to the next number in the book.
In the meantime, her handsome father sat at the rectangular table drawing posters. A smile quirked at her lips as she took in his clean-shaven head. Prostate cancer seven years ago hadn't sidelined him. Instead, chemotherapy and her father's resulting baldness had started the family's biggest moneymaker, The Addams Family Act, derived from the old television show of the same name. Her father had taken on the persona of Uncle Fester, her beautiful mother with her raven hair was Morticia, while the rest of her relatives rallied around. Over the years the show had earned money at the local theater, and her family had become the pride of Ocean Isle, her small coastal hometown, fifteen minutes outside of Atlantic City, New Jersey.
Ariana was so grateful her father was healthy and still in remission, she kissed his bald head. Over his shoulder, she studied his poster. "'Earn while you Eat! Join a weight study,'" Ariana read aloud. "And how much will this study cost each participant?" she asked her father.
"Only what they want to give. You know that," Nicholas said without glancing up from his work.
She rolled her eyes. Ariana had seen this scam and ones like it before. Every Costas relative conned their way through life with a wink, a smile, and legendary Greek charm. The only shocking thing was that her family members managed to avoid doing hard time, something Ariana chalked up to luck.
With a sigh, she took a cup from the pantry. She'd arrived at her parents' home late last night after being informed of her sister's disappearance, and she could barely keep her eyes open. The coffee was too dark and thick to look appealing, but then no one in her family claimed to be related to Martha Stewart or Chef Boyardee. Thank God.
She lifted the mug to her lips, breathed in deep, and choked on the fumes. She dropped the cup into the sink, her eyes watering. She tried to speak and coughed again. "What is this stuff?" she asked, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Her mother breezed in, her long black hair flowing to her waist behind her, and kissed Ariana on the cheek. "It's brake fluid."
Ariana sighed. Yet another perfect example of why she'd avoided bringing friends home when she was a teenager.
Her mother patted her shoulder. "It wasn't meant to be tasted."
"Then what's it doing in the coffeepot?" "We were out of Tupperware."
"Of course." Ariana's eyes began to tear again. "Give me a tissue, please."
A hand reached out and waved a handkerchief in front of her eyes.
"Thanks." As Ariana blotted the tears, she looked over her shoulder and into the eyes of a real, live monkey. In any other home, she'd have jumped back in fright. "Who does the chimp belong to?" she asked, resigned.
"Not a chimp, a capuchin," Aunt Dee explained as the small monkey jumped down from the counter and scampered to the middle of the room. "If you'll recall, Great-Aunt Deliria was engaged to a monkey. This could be a long-lost relative." She swept her hand wide in a grand gesture and pointed to the animal, who was now sitting on the kitchen floor