She is one of the few authors (Jennifer Crusie being the other notable name) that make me laugh out loud. Phillips has an uncanny ear for witty repartee and dialogue that could have come from a great Hepburn/Tracy movie. When they meet, sparks fly, tempers flare, passions rage, and the reader is in for a rollicking good time. Overcoming a childhood of poverty and abuse, he has worked hard to become a champion football player and coach, and is not about to let his team go down the toilet because of Phoebe’s inept ownership decisions. Phoebe, determined to prove to herself and to her dead father that she is not the total piece of fluff everyone thinks she is, agrees to the conditions of the will.ĭan Calebow, the Stars’ head coach, is understandably upset to have his team taken over by a bimbo. The only way Phoebe can retain this ownership is in the unlikely event that the Stars win the AFC championship. Her estranged father dies, leaving her the temporary ownership of a football team, the Chicago Stars. Phoebe Somerville is a blonde bombshell bimbo with a brain and heart that everyone overlooks. I’m not sure why I overlooked Susan Elizabeth Phillips for so long, but after I picked up this novel I had to glom everything she wrote immediately. Hands down, this is the best screwball comedy romance I’ve ever read.
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