The first man is Geoffrey--in Boston, which is Jillian's hometown. Hazel-eyed Geoffrey, the brilliant ad exec whom Jillian would've married if he hadn't stolen some of her best work and gotten her promotion as a result. The second man is Jack in Los Angeles. Insecure Jack, who signs Jillian up for a love study at a local university "just for fun" but secretly intends to find out if she still loves Geoffrey. Flaky Jack, who splits as soon as her brain neurons fire and emphatic yes. The third man is Allen on the airplane from LA to Boston, where Jillian's boss has ordered her to investigate the underhanded dealings of a competing agency and where Jillian's crazy parents still live. Allen, the electric-blue-eyed dentist who hates the advertising industry because his ex-girlfriend, Nicole, recently dumped him for some hotshot ad exec. Head spinning yet? Well, forget about love triangles--this turns into a full-blown love quadrangle that quickly becomes a high-stakes game with savvy players, snappy dialogue, and a plot that won't stop twisting...until another love study delivers surprising results.
I've enjoyed reading Julie's books and seeing her writing become better and better. Plus, Julie's such a cute person! I mention that last sentence because it seems the main character, Jillian, has the same voice as Julie; funny, quick and witty.
Cross My Heart is a good, clean romance. Julie has written the characters in such a way that I found myself cheering for Jillian and Allen and wanting Geoffrey to dangle with the Labradors instead of Jillian. The characters grew throughout the book. I was so happy to watch Jillian come to terms with her past and move toward a happy future.
Go forth and by this book for your BFF, your mom or sister. It would make a great gift!
I look forward to the next book, Julie!
Page 69 test:
""Are you okay?" His concern and gentle voice was a total polar opposite from the way he'd spoken to Nicole.
"What's a nice girl like you doing here with those two anyway?" Allen asked once he had me in the chair.
I never really understood why dentists insisted on asking questions when they knew your mouth was filled with their hands and who knew what horrid, sharp, pain-inflicting tools.
I tried to articulate, but nothing intelligible came out.
"So what happened to you?"
"Ah riip on dowgs--"
He removed his hand from my mouth. "Sorry. What was that?"
"I tripped over a woman and her two huge Labradors. I think that's what they mean when they say dog pile."
"Dont' worry. I've seen worse, and I'm good with same-day repairs. I'll do a CEREC crown, and you'll leave here looking like nothing ever happened."
I hoped he was right since I had imagined I'd have to wait for them to cast a mold and order a crown from a factory somewhere. I didn't have weeks to wait to get my smile back.
"Are you friends with him?" Allen asked. "You work for the same advertising company or something?"