Isabella Carrington really screwed up this time!
It took her three years to build her reputation as a political columnist and only minutes to watch it nosedive, all because of a dumb mistake. Okay, so she got a little sloppy when she convinced her peer to let her write the Valentine’s Day column so she could dedicate it to her boyfriend. Too bad she didn’t pay more attention to the photograph she used for the column: a picture of the Mayor’s wife kissing another man! Now…she’s lost the job, the career, and the boyfriend!
But you can be sure it won’t take long for Rory Winters, editor at the Globe to take control. He’s ready to hire her on the spot. And speaking of spots–he’s always had a soft one for her. Issie’s the one who got away before it got started. But this clever man has it all figured out now. Let her write Dear Daphne, a column where she’ll be dishing out advice to the masses on how to snag a lasting love. He doesn’t know she’s down on love these days. But ole Rory thinks it’s a win-win. He’s banking on the column increasing the papers circulation and while that’s taking place, he’s getting an education on how to snag her love…and she’s learning how to love. How clever is that?
And then there’s that little matter of ROSES . . lots of roses. So who’s the secret admirer?