A cab ride home from the airport gives Jules Sinclair time to reflect. After an argument filled with accusations and recriminations, will Marcus be home? Or has she lost him forever?
Houston’s debut novel gives Jules a long cab ride, indeed, through traffic-clogged arteries from LAX to Beverly Hills. She has time to recall much more than Marcus, the dashingly handsome lover whose secrets she isn’t sure she wants to keep. She met Marcus while interviewing for a glamorous position as PR director for Carly’s, a dinner club owned by Michael, a former model–turned–genius restaurateur. Marcus bewitches her with his alpha-male arrogance, impeccable taste and seductive talents. But before Marcus, there was Tony, the gorgeously dreadlocked but commitment-phobic man whose infidelity (with one of her best friends) drove her across the Atlantic to spend two years in London licking her wounds. And then there was Keith, advertising executive and consummate lover, whose sexual healing of Jules comes to a screeching halt with the revelation of a rather obvious secret. Commiserating with her heartaches are Blake, whose fierce attitude hides some affairs of her own, and Richard, a sassy gay editor prone to uttering “Ms.Thang” one moment and metrosexual platitudes the next. Jules ought to be fabulous and admirably courageous. After all, she lures her boss out of his office to hear her ideas by making his assistant laugh hysterically. Even better, she met Tony by helplessly chasing him through the streets—he is charmed by her adoration. Yet Jules doesn’t come off the page as charming, just materialistic.
A fairy tale riddled with minor characters whose quirks are more intriguing than Jules’ quest for a conventional romance.