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Jennifer writes:
I come to you and your loyal readers to help me locate a lost treasure I read when I was younger.
I had a Silhoutte Desire novel that was from either the late 80s or early 90s. The book cover had a blonde guy with curly hair and a brunette or dark haired chick on the cover. The whole story was about this guy named Adam at least I think that was his name. He was a carpenter and was working on this girls grandmother’s house. The Grandmother decided to play matchmaker between her granddaughter and this guy. They fight the attraction but yet seem to somehow fall in and love and have incredible sex.
I hope you and your smart bitches can help me out.
This is not the same book, but it’s a similar premise. Where There’s a Will by Day LeClaire is a Harlequin published in 1991. The hero comes back to town after his great-aunt dies, and he and his former step cousin have to find the will and fix up the house (resulting in, of course, falling in love). There is also a large, loveable St. Bernard in the story.
I don’t remember there being a whole lot of hawt sexx in this one, though. As I recall, it was more on the sweet side.
I have a 1983 Silhouette Desire called Man of the House by Janet Joyce that sounds similar to the one you’re looking for. The man on the cover has wavy blonde hair and the woman’s is dark. His name is Marcus though, not Adam.
Marcus thinks his mother is being scammed by Lindsey, the heroine, who takes in aging borders to help make ends meet. Her husband died and left her with twin girls to raise and a big old house. The house needs a new roof and Marcus, a geophysicist by day, agrees to do the repairs so he can get a better look at the situation his mother is in. He shows up and sparks fly. Lindsey’s grandmother also lives with them and plays matchmaker along with Marcus’ mother.
He nicknames the twins Snow White and Rose Red and initially mistakes the heroine for Rose Red not realizing the girls are only four. That’s about all I remember.
Somehow, I have a feeling that I read one of Janet Evanovich’s early novels with a very similar topic, but I can’t think of the title right now. It was a library copy and it may have been pink, or perhaps blue.
Not a great help, I know. 😉