GLORY DAYS

Author: Irene Peterson ISBN: 0821780107 2/2006 CONTEMPORARY Publisher: KENSINGTON

He Knows His Women. New Jersey PI John Preshin takes on all kinds of jobs. Discreet inquiries. Private investigations. Helping women find lost.articles of clothing from his office. Yup, no job too big or too small. Now if only he could figure out how to convince the knockout redhead with the very large knife that he's not breaking into her grandmother Flo's apartment. No. He's Flo's upstairs tenant. In need of a serious cup of coffee. Yeah, so he's wearing only a towel. So what? She's Got His Number. Liz Atwater isn't about to take her eyes off this one-and not just because he's about six feet worth of smirking, hunky gorgeousness, either. She's had her share of bad luck with men, and some half-naked guy helping himself to your coffee while looking you up and down way is not a good sign. Something's going on with Mr. John Preshin. And Liz intends to do some discreet investigating of her own. He'd better hang on to that towel.

RRAH's THOUGHTS AND PONDERINGS:

The only glory GLORY DAYS has is the fact that in the end of the story, things work out for a displaced young woman. Other than that, this story is no Bruce Springsteen hit.

What gets me most is the fact that the hero is supposed to be a good guy. I admit he has his nice moments, but his screw ups are big. For example, he cannot remember any of the women that he slept with recently. I do believe in the course of the book he is slapped twice and has food dumped on him for that faux pas. I find all that womanizing unappetizing—and by no means relevant—to the good guy image or the plot, for that matter. And to make things even more out of whack, the guy can't remember yesterday's layover but he can remember the summer of 1986, and swears he never slept with two sleazoid women that bunked with him and his pals all that time! Yeah, right.

GLORY DAYS does have one redeeming quality, and that is the storyline involving the young girl and her trials and tribulations I mentioned earlier. That focus keeps this book from being completely backward, and ends up making me like it just a little.

Shannon Johnson