Glory, NC, Book II
She thinks she’s Lois Lane…
Susan Collins always wanted to be a hard-hitting reporter, but there’s not much call for her talents in sleepy Glory, North Carolina. Then the Murder Mystery Club – a trio of enterprising octogenarians – decides to open their own CSI lab at the assisted-living center. And when strange “accidents” begin to happen around town, Susan senses she could be on to the news story of her dreams.
He doesn’t want to be her Superman…
Mark Tremayne has returned to Glory to take over as CFO of The Glory Examiner. His job is to keep the newspaper profitable, which means covering the annual Baptist Church Bake-Off and selling ads for the county fair – not allowing his too-sexy-for-her-own-good reporter to hare off after a wild story that could alienate some of the townspeople.
Mark’s and Susan’s viewpoints could be from different planets, but their mutual attraction is in total alignment. Despite their arguments, the indomitable redhead and the hot accountant are a sexual explosion waiting to happen. And when it does, Glory had better watch out!
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“Filled with Ms. Hawkins' trademark humor, this heart-warming book will have you laughing out loud and sighing with delight.”
– The Romance Dish
“I absolutely adored Lois Lane Tells All, and I greatly hope Ms. Hawkins writes more books for Glory’s residents.”
– Joyfully Reviewed
“I actually reread this novel right after finishing it because there was just something so special about the fun!”
– Rebecca Rose
“LOIS LANE TELLS ALL by Karen Hawkins is an awesome book full of great characters, sweet and sexy moments and many funny and amusing scenes!” – About Happy Books
Excerpt from LOIS LANE TELLS ALL
Susan opened her eyes slowly. She blinked once, twice, trying hard to catch her breath. “Wow. That was a good kiss.”
But Mark attention, instead of on her as it should have been, was locked on something over her head. “That was a mistake.”
“A mistake? But why—“
He nodded toward the open blinds.
Susan sniffed. “What’s wrong, Kent? Afraid someone might see you kissing the help?”
“Clark Kent.” She jerked her head toward a framed comic book on the wall over her desk. “That’s you to a T. Uptight, follow-the-lines, never-have-fun sort of guy.” She grinned because could see that he didn’t like that description one bit.
“If I’m Clark Kent, then I suppose you’re Lois Lane.”
“I could be.”
“She was always getting in trouble so that Superman had to rescue her. That’s a bit lame, isn’t it?”
Susan tsked. “You need to get out of the fifties, Kent. Nowadays Lois is mad, bad and dangerous to know.”
Mark glanced at the framed comic book, surprise on his handsome face. “Is she?”
“Yup, Lois is a kick-ass journalist now. Independent and capable of savoring her own life – and Superman’s sometimes, too.”
“I haven’t really kept up.”
“Obviously. But then, I don’t know the tax code. To each his own.” She leaned a shoulder against the wall, turning slightly toward him. She should be moving away from him, yet her instincts screamed at her to do the opposite. The kiss has befuddled her brain, and now she knew what she wanted: more of Mark Tremayne. Lots more. She wanted to shock and befuddle him, make him think about her without the irked expression he was wearing now.
Why? The kiss had begun well, and he’s taken it over as soon as his libido had checked in. For a moment, she’d thought he might devour her. She shivered at the memory. Oh, yes, I want more of that.
Mark glanced at the clock. “You’d better go. The mayor will be waiting.”