Pendleton can’t believe his ears. He took this new job hoping to make money, not marry into it. But if runaway heiress Kit McClellan doesn’t agree to enter into wedded bliss soon, the entire family fortune could be willed to the homeless pets of Louisville. Someone has to find Kit and bring her back as his fiancée–and his boss is telling Pendleton he’s just the man for the job.
Trouble is, Kit doesn’t give two hoots about her fortune–she’s looking for love…the sweep-you-off-your-feet kind of passion she’s never had before. When Pendleton comes striding into her life–sexy, attractive, and oh-so-handsome in his business suit–her heart tells her she’s finally found Mr. Right. But what if her heart is steering her wrong?
My Man Pendleton made me smile and then laugh. And I kept on laughing all the way through the book. Pendleton’s responses and thoughts were spot on – the sort of replies that I wish I could think of in some situations.
At the start of the book, Kit was an insecure, spoilt and mischievous little rich girl. That was hardly surprising, given the fact that her mother had died, and that her father and brothers treated her like a prize possession. She didn’t believe that anybody could love her just for being herself, she assumed that every date was after her family’s money. By the end, with more than a little help from Pendleton, she had matured into a lovable woman.
My Man Pendleton was an enjoyable relaxing read which was hard to put down, mainly because I wanted to know what Kit was going to get up to next.
