You know the drill – give us the title, author, and heroine’s name and we shall bestow upon you a spiffy Smart Bitch title.
Raider of my Lost Heart
Heiress to family fortune, born to shop but stifled by parental oversight, seeks young man from the wrong side of the tracks to start a hot, passionate, and impossible-to-resist romance. Must be willing to wade through 300+ pages of big, little, mid-size and Escalade-sized misunderstandings disguised as corporate intrigue thrown in the way of our happily ever after.
Meredith Bancroft, PARADISE by J. McNaught.
Hooray! We have a winnah!
Wow. A whole 18 minutes.
I was in such a hurry to win, maybe I’d better give you the full name of the author: Judith McNaught. The book was published in 1991. It’s 489 pages, hardcover.
Woo woo! I’m doing my “shake your booty, you hot smart bitch!” dance all over the place!
Of course, I’m supposed to be writing my own stuff, not foolin’ around here…
There should be an animated .gif for that dance…
You’d have to scald your eyeballs afterwards if you ever saw me do that dance in real life.
Dang nabbit! I knew that one.
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And let me just add, this book is still on my shelf ‘cause it’s one of the few McNaughts I enjoyed. I read WHITNEY, MY LOVE ‘cause so many people raved about it, but I wanted to take that hero out and work him over with a baseball bat. What a putz.
I love PARADISE and PERFECT but just about any of the other McNaughts make me want to scream, with the sole exception of the last scene between Jason and Alexandra where he thinks she’s dead and he grovels and mourns his bad bad behavior. That was satisfying, but P & P were better.
Hah. This book is on my keeper shelf, and I must’ve re-read it 3-4 times back in the day, and I had NO IDEA.
Congrats, Darlene.
I stumped the other Smart Bitch?
Oh, now I am preening!
Feel free to borrow my “shake your booty, you hot smart bitch!†dance while you preen.
I envision that dance as a modified “Spidey stomp”. Am I close?
Given the way I dance, close enough. I am the embodiment of the concept that middle aged white ladies should stay far from the dance floor.
I love it! “Duchess Twitterpants!” Y’all may address me as “Your Grace” in future correspondence.