Trouble is, her heart, or at least her loins, tell her she wants this guy for real, but her so-sensible mind points out that nice "white-cotton-panty-and-bra-set" girls do not--can not--keep this kind of Adonis for life.  And wager aside, the odds are stacked against their making it in the long term:  He's beautiful; she's not. He's all charm, she's no-nonsense. He's triple fudge, she's plain vanilla. And don't even get them started on which Elvis is better.

       But will common sense win out over their hearts' desires?  Don't bet on it.     

           I thought this story was sweet and funny and felt like a Meg Ryan movie.  And while some readers might feel like the plot was contrived in spots, I myself was fine with that for the most part.  After all, keeping the hero and heroine out of each other's arms only raises the stakes and the tension.

         I, too, know the heartache of trying and failing to make Chicken Marsala "heart smart". Just can't be done.

         I don't want to give it away, but the epilogue made this particular curvy gal smile. It was perfect for the reader who requires her story be tied up in a neat little package with a perfect bow.

          Size-wise Min is very voluptuous, like an old 50s pinup and then some. I love that Cal loved her curves and stood up for her, reassuring Min that she could both be beautiful and eat bread and butter.

          What parents these people had.  Poor Cal and Min! I wasn't entirely sold on all of their friends, either.

Warning: This book contains coarse words, sexual scenarios, and references to lesbianism.