"...A must read for lovers of contemporary romance."—Tina, Love Romances
"...Hot and sensuous..."—Edna Curry, In The Library Reviews
"...A splendid love affair, sprinkled with light, delicious kisses of humor...Megan Hart is a true diva of romance."—Natasha, A Romance Review
"...A heartwrenching, emotional romance that will touch your heart."—Michelle Gann, The Word on Romance
"4 Angels!...This story is novel-length, but it captures the reader so quickly that it seems much shorter. I was very pleased with this book and enjoyed it—the plot was well written, and fast-paced, and didn’t throw in any weird plot twists, or have an unrealistic ending. Neither the hero nor the heroine are free from flaws, and each of them takes responsibility for some of the misunderstandings that occur. Sarah is a woman that I can empathize with, since she is full-figured and not classically beautiful, and finds herself in a position that I’ve been in myself. Alex, on the other hand, is the guy I’ve always dreamed of throwing himself at my feet—Yum! His surprise at having the relationship tables turned on him is priceless. The secondary characters, Rivka and her husband Mickey, and the individual employees of Alex’s restaurant, are realistically drawn, and emerge from the generic background with well-defined roles and motivations. There are several sexy love scenes between the hero and heroine that are fairly explicit, but more sensuous than graphic."—Jean, Fallen Angels Reviews
…Sarah sighed. Everything was becoming complicated. "Alex, believe me, if I were the type of person to just hop into bed with anybody, you certainly would be right up at the top of my list."
"Or a man like me." He mocked her.
She didn't like hearing her own words thrown back at her that way, but he was right. "That's right. A man like you."
"Exactly what kind of man am I?" Alex used his remote to unlock the truck, then opened the driver's door. "Can you tell me that?"
She didn't have a good answer. Alex shook his head.
"I'm used to being judged by how I look, Sarah. I'm tired of it, but it's no surprise. I guess I thought there was more to me than just what flesh God decided to cover my skull with. Too bad you can't see it."
He was turning to step into the truck now, and Sarah felt instantly, hotly ashamed. Talking with Alex had been wonderful. He definitely had a lot more going for him than just a pretty face. Still, she'd had experience with one modern Adonis not so long ago, and she didn't need another.
"Guys like you don't date women like me." She was desperate to explain and failing.
The wind had picked up even more, now, whipping at the corners of his leather coat when he turned back to look at her.
"You're right, Sarah. We don't date girls like you." He slid into the truck and paused before pulling the door shut. "We marry them."