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Praise for the Work of Millie Criswell
No Strings Attached
“The popular and funny Criswell turns in an enjoyable light romance.”
—Booklist
“Criswell offers another great blend of romance and laughter.”
—The Best Reviews
Body Language
“For an amusing and heart-warming story, be sure to check out Body Language.”
—Romance Reviews Today
“An entertaining…second chance at romance starring a delightful protagonist….
Readers will enjoy this love at the UN tale.”
—Harriet Klausner, reviewcenter.com
“Simply a joy to read.”
—Kathy Boswell, The Best Reviews
Everyone loves Millie!
“For charming, outrageous fun, read Millie Criswell!”
—New York Times bestselling author Carly Phillips
“A book by Millie Criswell is better than chocolate. Don’t miss it!”
—USA TODAY bestselling author Leanne Banks
“Romantic comedy has a new star, and her name is Millie Criswell.”
—New York Times bestselling author Janet Evanovich
Also by Millie Criswell
From HQN Books
No Strings Attached
Body Language
Other Millie Criswell books from Harlequin
Suddenly Single
Staying Single
A Western Family Christmas
“Christmas Eve”
The Pregnant Ms. Potter
The Marrying Man
The Wedding Planner
Asking for Trouble
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CONTENTS
CHAPTER ONE
IVY SWINDEL WAS ADDICTED to porn.
While most seventy-eight-year-old ladies were crocheting afghans or sipping tea from china cups, Beth Randall’s great-aunt was viewing Internet pornography. The fact that the spinster’s father had been a Methodist minister and the old lady still referred to sex as “matters of the flesh,” made her behavior seem outlandish, if not downright abnormal.
But then, no one ever accused Ivy or her younger sister, Iris, of being normal. And at any rate, Beth considered normal to be highly overrated.
“I found the most interesting Web site this morning,” the older woman stated at breakfast, blue eyes sparkling, and grinning like a naughty schoolgirl. “It’s called ‘Balls of Steel.’ Isn’t that colorful?”
Since Beth assumed the Web site had nothing to do with bowling or baseball, or any other kind of vertically played sport, she smiled tightly. Her focus shifted to her great-aunt Iris. She felt somewhat relieved that the woman’s only addiction seemed to be Earl Grey tea, though she did harbor a worrisome fascination with witchcraft, which had the gossip-mongers in town working overtime. But even that didn’t seem nearly as disturbing as the one Ivy had for naked men.
Her great-aunt had never admitted the reason she was so fascinated with male genitalia, but Beth suspected it had something