She Ain't The One
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Publisher Description
New York Times bestselling authors Carl Weber and Mary B. Morrison team up to bring you the ultimate tale of obsession . . .
After a rocky marriage, irresistibly seductive Jay Crawford is ready for a new woman--and a new challenge. It doesn't take him long to discover both in one fine package: Ashlee Anderson. She's just what he's looking for--hard-to-get, feisty, and freaky.
When their one-night stand extends into months of lovemaking that's too hot to give up, Jay finds he's in way over his head. For Ashlee has no intention of letting their relationship ever end. Trouble is, her psycho behavior turns him on like nothing else. But when Ashlee makes a shocking confession, Jay knows she definitely ain't the one and he's got to escape before she completely destroys his life. . .
"Weber spins a lively, revelation-packed tale deepened by genuine emotion, convincing detail and smart dialogue." --Publishers Weekly on The Preacher's Son
"Mix dirty red drama, relationship scandals, suspense, love, and you get my girl Mary B. Morrison." --Vickie Stringer
PUBLISHERS WEEKLY
Bestselling authors Weber and Morrison team up in an experiment that brings together "two of their favorite characters." Texas psycho-hottie Ashlee Anderson flies to D.C. to "spend some time alone" after a nasty breakup, but when she meets Jay Crawford at a club, she's smitten. Jay beds Ashlee, who afterwards flies back to Dallas, stops taking her antidepressants and begins to unravel. As unsubtle indications of Ashlee's mental disorder surface (court-ordered psychiatry, for one), the long-distance romance bumps and grinds along. Jay, whose lust for Ashlee blinds him to her craziness, tries to play down Ashlee's jealousy, but after his ex-girlfriend, Tracy, reappears with his child, Ashlee's manic episodes increase in frequency and intensity, causing Jay to break up with her the night he had planned on proposing. Jay reunites with Tracy, and a scorned Ashlee plots sweet, crazy revenge. The book, were it not hobbled by pedestrian prose ("Expectations were the detour to the demise of my happiness") and a phoned-in portrayal of pathological behavior, could be reminiscent of Fatal Attraction. A sequel is hinted.
