A GOOD LOOKIN’ MAN is wonderful, cute love story that showcases Marcia Lynn McClure‘s sense of humor. It is laugh out loud funny and the characters are Southern precious. Fairlee is on her way to visit her beloved aunt and uncle when her unreliable car breaks down five miles from the farm. Aside from wondering how she is going to get there, other than walking the five miles, her sense of balance is swayed as she looks up into the face of the most beautiful man she has ever laid eyes on. As she is sifting through the spilled contents of her purse, in an attempt to find her canister of pepper spray, the stranger holds it up and asks if that was what she was looking for.

“Were you looking for this, by any chance?” he asked. “Huh?” Fairlee breathed, still hypnotized by his physical charms. She looked down at what he held in his hand in offering to her, blushing to the very tips of her toes when she saw her elusive little canister of pepper spray. “Um…yes, thank you,” she said, accepting the pepper spray. “I mean, no, no…of course not! I mean…thank you.”

However, in an instant—in less than a breath or the bat of an eyelid—the elusive pepper spray hiding somewhere in her purse was all but forgotten. For standing before her—right there before her, not three feet away—was the best-looking, most gorgeous, handsomest man she had ever seen in all her life!
“No, seriously,” she thought out loud with lingering bewilderment at how perfectly stunning the man standing before her was, wearing a worn pair of Levi’s, dusty cowboy boots, and a short-sleeved, plaid-print, snap-up shirt that hung open, revealing a bronzed, perfectly sculpted torso that was simply a mass of muscles. She was so unsettled by the man’s appearance that she wasn’t sure whether she was whispering aloud to herself or her car.
Either way, the man asked, “Beg your pardon, ma’am?” “Oh…oh, nothing,” Fairlee said as she began rummaging in her purse again. But the man’s presence and appearance had entirely rattled her. As her awe-inspired brain obviously quit sending out instructions to the rest of her body, Fairlee felt her purse slip from her hands—watched in humiliated dismay as its contents tumbled out and scattered over the shoulder of the road.
Reading A GOOD LOOKIN’ MAN was like sitting down to watch a comedy and it was quite enjoyable

.Fairlee has a habit of talking to herself, not realizing she’s speaking out loud and it makes for some extremely embarrassing and funny stories. The book will keep you chuckling and turning the pages to see what will come flying out of the damsel in distress’ mouth.

And, throw in Aunt Pearl’s advice, and life and love just take on a whole new meaning. ”I do know,” Aunt Pearl confirmed. “And that there is a number one clue that you’re with the wrong man. If he can’t ruffle your bloomers when he kisses you, then you might as well not waste your time.”
I am giving the book five stars, not because it was a deep, thought-provoking book (it wasn’t), but for its humor. Reading A GOOD LOOKIN’ MANN was like sitting down to watch a comedy and it was quite enjoyable.
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Donna McBroom-Theriot
Writer. Book Reviewer. Southern Lady. Connoisseur of Chocolate. My Life is like an episode of "I love Lucy!" I'm a writer, book reviewer, and a Southern Lady who loves her Sweet Tea. My blog, My Life. One Story at a Time. is where I've been writing short stories since 2009. As luck would have it, the very first short story I wrote was published within months of my writing it. This quote pretty much sums me up: "Deep in my heart, I know there’s no promise I’ll be free from trouble in this life. In fact, I’m usually either getting out of trouble, currently in trouble, or about to meet trouble around the next corner." Well, you know that old saying, "The road to Hell is paved with good intentions" - that road is usually the one I'm on! And, as much I used to mock (we all grow up eventually) the Cajun dialect, 15 years ago, I found myself marrying the sweetest Cajun boy - complete with the requisite white trawl boots and a trawl boat. I love writing stories about the South and life with our two German Shepherds, and the four kids who meander in and out of our lives as they live their own journeys. Most days you'll find me out on the front porch swing, with the dogs at my feet, a tall glass of sweet iced tea close by, and a good book. It's what life in the South is all about. - See more at: