"4 1/2 Roses!...I'd never heard of Suzanne Marie Calvin, but am always on the search for a new author. Sometimes you lose big time, and other times you hit the jackpot. With Fiona's Fancy I hit the SUPER JACKPOT."—Sandi, A Romance Review

"...On a scale of 1-10, this one is a TWELVE!"—Jamie Crawley, Round Table Reviews

"5 Roses!...Suzanne Marie Calvin has brought a novel filled with new age thinking and herbal remedies to life with her great characters and advice. Her knowledge of herbal rubs and astrology gives Fiona's Fancy a realistic feel...She gives sexual intimacy a new meaning when love comes into play. Ms. Calvin plays upon words to give heat without explicit erotica, and manages to make this a five-star novel in my book!"—Angie, Love Romances

"4 Angels!...A delightfully entertaining tale. It's a contemporary romance story and the author has skillfully included elements of humor and suspense to great effect. The secondary characters, both human and animal, are delightful...Fiona and Cal might be opposites...but sometimes opposites do attract...For a fun read, be sure to purchase Fiona's Fancy."—Jane, Fallen Angels Reviews

"...What I found was an amazingly rich read that is the epitome of what romance is truly made of. This was the first book I've ever read by Ms. Calvin and it most assuredly will not be the last...Suzanne Marie Calvin has written a stunningly mesmerizing tale that is sure to capture your fancy and not let go."—Joann Ruffen, Romance at the Heart Reviews

"4 Slippers!...Pure cosmic genius!...A must read for anyone who believes love conquers all. If the universe really controls your destiny, then Suzanne Marie Calvin's stars are all in perfect alignment with this story! I can't wait to read more from her!"—Tracy Atencio, Romantic Interludes

"4 Blue Ribbons!...Suzanne Marie Calvin mixes a great sense of humor with a terrific bit of irony to pull together a wonderful tale. Thoroughly enjoyable! I positively couldn't wait to get to the next chapter. What a delightful story."—Rae Douglas, Romance Junkies

"4 1/2 Stars!...An enchanting story that will delight readers everywhere...Peopled with believable characters...sizzling sexual tension and a page-turning narrative...an unforgettable story written by one of the most talented romance authors writing today."—Julie Bonello, eCata Romance Reviews

"4 Cups!...Ms. Calvin pens a tale of love and redemption that could touch even the most jaded heart. If you like a good contemporary story laced with plenty of humor and witty repartee then Fiona's Fancy is the book for you."—Susan, Coffeetime Romance

"4 Kisses!...This was a great read that zoomed right along with believable plot points and fun, unique characters. Though Fiona and Cal were instantly attracted to each other, watching them fall in love was fun and realistic and easily more than just physical attraction. Their conflicts were just as real, and I was rooting for them to get over the hurdles they kept putting in their own path...I look forward to reading more from Ms. Calvin. This novel was endearing, fun, and witty. I have high expectations for her next."--Gwen Hayes, Romance Divas

"3 1/2 Hearts!...Kept this reader entertained throughout. This book is well written and a very worthwhile read that doesn’t have a dull moment. The animal magnetism that Ms. Calvin created in Cal made this reviewer feel his fiancé was an idiot to leave him! Her loss is Fiona’s gain. But it won’t come easy...Throughout, Ms Calvin gives the reader something to giggle about. Such as a tree in the greenhouse that lands Fiona in quite a pickle. Hate to leave you with a teaser, but you will have to buy Fiona's Fancy to find out just what that is all about. Enjoy!"--Penny, Love Romances

...When Cal came toward her, Fiona drew back. Another wash of pink tinged her cheeks as he reached behind her, taking up a roll of paper towels. He flashed a nonchalant grin and chuckled softly, though his heart had begun to race, and his common sense was again trying to fend off an attack by his libido.

Fiona’s heart was in her throat. Cal smelled like fragrant soap and perspiration, so robust and sensual it should have been bottled. It made her head reel.

She stood there, frozen and useless, plastered against the cupboards, watching Cal strategically lay paper towels over the spilled mess. The mess she had made. It was no wonder she couldn’t control her propensity for accidents—this man had her physical response to him climbing the charts.

Her mind was lost. Long gone. Without common sense, she drank a tall glass of Cal Turner—firm, denim-clad backside; strong, wide-as-Texas span of shoulders; arms she would sell her soul to have wrapped around her straightaway.

He sauntered toward her with a sly grin. Could he read her thoughts? Panic shot through her at the prospect. Fiona gasped and grabbed for her crystal as he tossed the roll of paper towels onto the counter.

Cal’s stare was like liquid heat, caressing her face and neck, then dipping to stroke her breasts. His bold gaze might have offended her, if the responsive tightening of each bud, burning and needful of his touch, hadn’t preoccupied her instead. She bit her lip, dying for him to kiss her, afraid of losing herself once he did.

This was wrong. He was all wrong for her and she knew it. Since meeting him, Fiona had made long mental lists of reasons why she shouldn’t be attracted to him. But they all had to do with star signs and past experience. The concept of pushing him away shouldn’t have been so alien to her.

But it was. When Cal reached toward her, she felt pulled to meet him halfway. And, heaven help her, when his fingers found the path from her cheek to her neck, the last thing she wanted to do was put a stop to the sweet agony of his caress. She closed her eyes against the torment for a split-second and sucked in a breath, her heartbeat tattooing almost painfully in her chest.

His fingers traced the silver chain to her crystal. A spiral of desire swirled in her belly. She held the stone with one hand, her skin hot and tingling where he touched her. The sensation branched out to zones that were miles away from where his fingertips seduced and tortured.

Fiona parted her lips, searching for something to say. The first thing that came to mind was “kiss me.” But she bit the words back. Fate was quirky and best left alone to do its job. She had to say something. Anything. The silence was almost as seductive as his touch.

“If you touch my crystal, I’ll have to cleanse it.”

What a stupid thing to tell him. There he was, staring at her with sexy bedroom eyes, and what was her first inclination? To give him a lesson in Crystal Cleansing 101? No wonder her love life was nonexistent!

He paused and lifted a lazy brow. His hand rested comfortably beside hers, at the base of her neck. There wasn’t a millimeter of Fiona that wasn’t crying out to him and betraying her resolve. Too overwhelmed by sensations to control her mouth, she rambled incessantly. “When someone touches my crystal, it…hmm…has to be…cleared of…negative energy… Not that you have any…negative energy…but…ahh…”

His face dipped to her neck. Her babbling ended with a sensual moan that came from some place deep inside her. It trembled up from the center of her body as Cal planted moist, hot kisses she could feel clear down to—

Oh, heavens. She was melting, no more than a warm puddle. Her knees buckled and he caught her.

“Interesting…” he murmured in her ear. His breath was hot, fueling the inferno raging inside her. In a voice husky with wants and needs he didn’t have to express, yet laced with an edge of humor, he asked, “So…are you telling me to keep my hands off your crystals?” Slowly his hand inched up her midsection, toward her breast. He placed another steamy kiss just below her earlobe, an erogenous zone, no doubt.