Bride of the Bad Boy

by Elizabeth Bevarly

Published 1 July 1998

WHAT A WEDDING!

Angie Ellison had just married a gorgeous mystery man in a hastily arranged wedding ceremony. Clearly, the folklore about the comet passing by her small town was true - it affected everyone's morals! Surely that was why she was looking forward to her wedding night with one heck of a bad boy... .

Sexy undercover agent Ethan Zorn wasn't interested in silly comet lore, shotgun weddings or sticking around this crazy town once his assignment was over. But he also knew it wasn't the comet making him act like such a hot-and-bothered newlywed in love. It was Angie...

BLAME IT ON BOB: The comet passes through once every fifteen years... but leaves behind a lifetime of love!


Virgin and the Vagabond

by Elizabeth Bevarly

Published 1 September 1998

BLAME IT ON BOB AFTER YEARS OF WAITING FOR MR. RIGHT...

Hometown girl Kirby Connaught was saving herself - if not for marriage, then at least for the perfect man. Someone who was husband and father material. Someone who was clearly... not the arrogant and sexy, no-strings-attached playboy at her door. So why was she having such a hard time resisting him?

WAS IT OKAY TO SAMPLE A LITTLE OF MR. WRONG?

Globe-trotting bachelor James Nash was the "most desirable man in America," yet suddenly a small corner of it was looking mighty appealing to him. He knew that Kirby really wanted happily-ever-after with a local boy - but what was the harm in getting her to expand her territory a little?

BLAME IT ON BOB: The comet passes through only once every fifteen years... but it leaves behind a lifetime of love!


Beauty and the Brain

by Elizabeth Bevarly

Published 1 August 1998

BLAME IT ON BOB BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR...

Too bad sexy Rosemary March didn't heed this advice - because as an adolescent, she'd harbored a secret wish to get even with nerdy, brainy Willis Random. She'd also has other secret wishes involving him - ones she hoped to realize if she ever got the chance.

And suddenly, thirteen years later, there was a chance - all six feet two inches of him - knocking at her door. And as Rosemary stared at the magnificent speciment that Willis had turned into, she swore she was going to have one more crack at him.

Prove to the science whiz that hers was a body as worthy of study as any comet's. If it was the last thing she did...

BLAME IT ON BOB:The comet passes through only once every fifteen years... but it leaves behind a lifetime of love!