by Irene Peterson

February 2006
ISBN: 0-8217-8010-7
Reviewer Graphic Button Zebra Books
Mass Market Paperback

All too often, first impressions keep intrepid readers from trying a new author. Either the title, cover or back blurb are discordant, and the book sale is lost. I am afraid that Glory Days may suffer this same fate. The crucial information that makes or breaks a sale - the back blurb - is so far removed from the story that I wonder if the party involved even read the book!

P.I. John Preshin may seem a bit on the scruffy side, but the ex-FBI agent is making a good living. He rents a room over Flo Zanetti’s luncheonette and enjoys the occasional kitchen privileges. When he helps himself to some of Flo’s first batch of coffee, he never expects to be on the pointy end of a big knife, wielded by a unfamiliar redhead.

Liz Atwater barely had time to think about unpacking when there was a noise downstairs in her grandmother’s diner. Liz did not know about the tenant upstairs, but reacts like any woman would when she is confronted by a nearly naked man - she grabs the nearest knife.

Liz and John may be off to a rocky start, but both of them have other surprises in store. When a teenage orphan “hires” John to find her father, he knows that this is one mystery he cannot keep a secret. His name is the first one on a list of five that Carly found in her file at the orphanage. Liz, who is in town to help her ailing grandmother, is still recovering from a bad divorce and the loss of her child. Even if she feels some attraction to John, he has too many secrets.

Debut author Irene Peterson has penned not only a charming story of love found unexpectedly, but she has also created an intriguing plot and some outstanding characters. I was hooked on the plot within a few pages, and was sorry to see it end. If you are looking for a talented new author, please give Glory Days a try. You might even want to crank up The Boss as background music.

Reviewed in April 2006 by Paula.

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