Every novel in this collection is your passport to a romantic tour of the United States through time-honored favorites by Americaís First Lady of romance fiction. Each of the fifty novels is set in a different state, researched by Janet and her husband, Bill. For the Daileys it was an odyssey of discovery. For you, itís the journey of a lifetime. Your tour of desire begins with this story set in Michigan. Victoria Beaumont is looking forward to relaxing on Mackinac Island, Michigan, at the familyís summer home. All thoughts of relaxing soon flee when she realizes that her father, Charles, has invited Dirk Ramsey to the island. Dirkís ruthless newspaper articles threaten to damage Charlesís political career. Perhaps if Dirk gets to know the Beaumontís better he will change his views. Victoria doesnít want to know him better. True, Dirk Ramsey is the most attractive man sheís ever met ó but any interest he shows her is purely for the sake of journalism. At least she thinks it is . . .
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December 01, 1999
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Excerpt from Enemy in Camp (Michigan) by Janet Dailey
The taxi went as fast as the traffic on the boulevard of Jefferson Avenue would allow. Ahead rose the gleaming structure of the Renaissance Center, part of the rebirth of downtown Detroit. The seventy-story cylindrical tower of the Plaza Hotel dominated its four sister towers that surrounded it like ladies-in-waiting. The monolith of modern architecture overlooked the Detroit River, the Canadian province of Ontario on its opposite shore, and the expanse of water to the northeast called Lake St. Clair.
Under a red light, the taxi driver slowed the cab to a stop at the intersection of the entrance driveway to the Renaissance Center and glanced in the rearview mirror at his female passenger. "We're almost there, miss," he announced and noticed her glance at the delicate gold watch on her wrist. "I told you we'd make it in no time flat."
"Yes, you did." The smile Victoria Beaumont gave him was vaguely absent, but not a glimmer of her inner impatience was visible in her expression.
The cabbie didn't mind the faint disinterest of her smile. He liked the sound of her voice, so calm and well educated. Not that she had talked to him much. Other than confiding that she was late for a luncheon appointment at the Renaissance Center and would he please hurry, she hadn't volunteered any conversation except to make polite responses to him. He'd done all the talking.
"I wouldn't worry about him bein' upset. As soon as he sees you he'll forget that you're late." There was no doubt in the cab driver's mind that his attractive passenger was meeting a man for lunch.
He silently wished he was ten years younger, forty pounds lighter and possessed a head full of hair. The stack of packages and dress boxes on the seat beside her indicated he would also need a fat wallet, but the cabbie overlooked that.
"I'm not so certain about that," Victoria replied, choosing not to disabuse his impression she was meeting a man.
"If he don't, then he don't know a good thing when he sees it," the cab driver insisted and unabashedly studied her profile in his mirror.
Her complexion looked smooth and soft to him, with a faint golden tinge from the sun even though it was only May. She had nice cheekbones, and a perfect nose, too, not too straight and not too short. Her mouth was sensational, soft and shiny from some dusty-rose lipstick. He'd been around enough to know she was something special.