Written in the mid-80's, some of the attitudes and technology is dated, but the plots and snappy repartee remain fresh. There's nothing wimpy about Beverly Sommer's heroines...
It started out just like every other day...Veronica Warner never imagined it would end with a taxi driver with dark curls, soulful eyes and slightly accented English would fall head over heels for her at first sight. The next thing she knows, he is sending her flowers and offering her rides in his cab. She makes it a rule never to date taxi drivers---even if they are Russian playwrights with eyes that conjure dreams of a nowy night, a bearskin rug, and a roaring fire. But Anatoly Grushenko didn't understand her rules. And he's a very persistant man...
It started out just like every other day...Veronica Warner never imagined it would end with a taxi driver with dark curls, soulful eyes and slightly accented English would fall head over heels for her at first sight. The next thing she knows, he is sending her flowers and offering her rides in his cab. She makes it a rule never to date taxi drivers---even if they are Russian playwrights with eyes that conjure dreams of a nowy night, a bearskin rug, and a roaring fire. But Anatoly Grushenko didn't understand her rules. And he's a very persistant man...
