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In high school, Katie Fisher used to be a dumpy brainiac. Paul van Dorn used to be a hockey heartthrob. But now their lives have changed--and they're facing off in a battle of wills that just might end in love.
In this fun, fast rinkside contemporary romance from Martin (Total Rush), down-on-his-luck hockey jock Paul van Dorn and formerly overweight overachiever Katie Fisher answer the age-old question: can you ever live down high school? Reintroduced at their 10-year reunion, Paul is stunned to find the girl he dubbed "Bubble Butt" grown into a sexy sociology professor. Recently forced to retire from the NHL, Paul has returned to their hometown, tiny Didsbury, Conn., where he stews in post-pro blues at his bar, the Penalty Box. Katie, on a yearlong book sabbatical, has moved home with her mother and nephew Tuck, whose own mom is stuck in rehab. Despite Paul's past cruelty, Katie falls for him after he gives a revealing interview for her project on sports and male identity. What begins as an undercover affair blossoms into a life-changing relationship as the pair discover that living in the present beats living in the past. Martin scores with this witty blend of romance and family dynamics. (Mar.) Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
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July 18, 2008: HATED,Hated the heroine. Why any man would put up with her is beyond me. Out of all of Deirdre's books this one I didn't keep. I loved all her other books and have kept them to read again.
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June 23, 2008: I haven't read too many romance novels but this weekend I read two: The Penatly Box by Deirdre Martin and Secrets of Surrender by Madeline Hunter. Now, I'm looking for realistic situations and I found Penalty Box to be just that, with real characters that the author actually took the time and care to flesh out. I might agree that the chemistry wasn't perfect between the two leads but it wasn't all 'waves of unbelievable mindblowing blah blah blah' that I found in Secrets of Surrender. What I wanted (and for the most part found) was a kind of Bridget Jones with the missing juicy bits written in. Deirdre's novel felt like a romance while the other felt like porn. Perhaps the romance connoisseur, which I definitely am not, is looking for barely disguised Penthouse Forum, but I am not. I want to be swept away by the story and not the rippling muscles and darkening eyes. I would definitely recommend this novel and I'll buy her other books and give them a read too.