Jill Strathern left town for the big city and never looked back--until she returned home years later to run a small law practice. It turns out her childhood crush, Mac Kendrick, a burned-out LAPD cop, has also come back to sleepy Los Lobos. Even though Mac rejected her back in high school, Jill can't deny the attraction she still feels for him.
Now Jill and Mac are tangled in enough drama to satisfy the most jaded L.A. denizens--Mafia dons, social workers, angry exes and one very quirky eight-year-old make even the simplest romance complicated. And it all goes to prove that when it comes to affairs of the heart, there's no place like home. An unlikely pair...but a perfect match.
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October 31, 2010
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Excerpt from Someone Like You by Susan Mallery
"I look like a freak," Shelley said as she plopped down in the chair and covered her face with her hands. "I'll have to move under the cover of darkness so I don't frighten small children."
Jill Strathern sat down next to her assistant and patted her back. "You're not a freak."
"You're right." Shelley raised her head and sniffed. "Being a freak would be an improvement." She gave a strangled sob.
"This is all fixable," Jill reminded her. "You're not scarred for life."
"My psyche is."
"I think you'll recover."
In fact, Jill was sure of it. Shelley had left work the previous evening excited about her appointment at a new and trendy salon. She'd gone in expecting some subtle highlights and a few layers. She'd left with a botched body perm, orange brassy color and a cut that could only be described as...unfortunate.
"You know what? I have a great idea." Jill stood and walked around her desk where she flipped through her electronic Rolodex. "I know exactly who can fix this for you."
Shelley looked up. "Who?"
Shelley sucked in a breath and for the first time that morning, hope filled her swollen eyes. "Anton? You know him?"
Anton, like Madonna, was famous enough not to need a last name. Two-tone highlights and a styling cost as much as a small imported car, but the rich and famous swore by his magic fingers.
"I'm his lawyer," Jill said with a grin. "Now let me call him and explain we have a hair emergency. I'm sure he can take care of everything."
Fifteen minutes later, Shelley had an appointment for early that afternoon. Jill promised to let her make up the time by coming in early for the next couple of days.
"You're the best," Shelley said as she walked to the door and stepped out into the hallway. "If you ever need me to do anything, let me know. I'm serious. A kidney. Have your baby, whatever."
"Maybe you could look over the brief I left on your desk," Jill told her with a laugh. "It's due first thing in the morning."
"Absolutely. Right this second. Thanks."
Jill chuckled as she turned back to her computer. If only all of life's problems could be solved so easily.
Two hours later, she looked up from her research. Coffee, she decided. A nice, little jump start to keep her brain going. She stood and headed for the centrally located lunchroom where jumbo carafes full of liquid energy waited.
On her way back, she detoured around to the other Willie.