Samantha Peters is a successful wedding planner who caters to the best, but hiding under her demure facade lies a woman who likes to take risks, an undercover FBI agent to be exact. When one of her clients is kidnapped and another is run down in front of her business, Samantha teams up with fireman Alex Graham to help solve the mystery and to stop a dangerous assassin.

This book is all the things that give romance novels a bad name. The writing is poor at best; the plot barely holds together by threads. Neither character has any shown motivation for their actions, their suspicions, and worst of all, for their attraction.

Alex never fights fires, takes Samantha along for no apparent reason, and has a chip on his shoulder the size of the Grand Canyon.

Despite being an undercover agent, Samantha has no self-confidence, poor field skills, and a guilt complex that could put the Catholic Church to shame.

The so-called sexual tension comes from nowhere, the 'romance' scenes are formulaic and contrived. This author has won prizes before, but this can hardly be representative of that work. In fact, this novel made me wonder whether perhaps some acquaintance of hers had decided anyone could write a Harlequin - with the result of the attempt being this terrible excuse for a published work. ( )

It's a romance between a Special Agent masquerading as a Wedding Planner and a Fireman. Thrown in are some complex money issues and murder attempts. I have no idea where she got her energy to cope with two jobs instead of one and a lot of it is very implausable. Readable but only if you park your brain. ( )