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Growing up with a movie-buff for a mother and a live-in grannie who had a thing for game shows and musicals meant, instead watching the Smurfs or The Facts of Life, like my friends, I was spoon-fed The Newlywed Game and movie classics. Seven Brides for Seven Brothers led me to Sabrina which led me to romantic comedies like French Kiss, You’ve got Mail, and Never Been Kissed.

What gets me every time is the quirky hard-working heroine working toward her dream when she suddenly finds herself in an awkward and embarrassing situation at the precise moment she meets her true love. Then she is forced to choose between her perceived road to happiness and happily ever after.

I love to watch two people, who are perfect for each other, be kept apart by some insurmountable obstacle. Eventually, the hero and heroine’s goals clash, creating a battle that balances the line between panty-melting attraction and conflicting motivations, which builds the sexual tension and makes the hero and heroine work twice as hard to find their HEA.

Narrowing it down to one movie is like asking me to choose between kids—the exact reason I only have one! A top five list is even be a stretch, but here we go…

Marina’s Top 5 Romance Films

5) Billy Wilder’s The Major and the Minor with Ginger Rogers and Ray Milland is quite possibly the best mistaken-identity romance movies ever! I watched this movie so many times growing up that the VHS tape broke.

4 Only You, starring Marisa Tomei and Robert Downey Jr. Fated love, intertwined destiny, Italy, what’s not to love?

3 Emma, (I had to get in a Jane Austin adaptation) with Gweneth Paltrow and the dashing and sexy Jeremy Northam. Is he not the perfect Mr. Knightley?

2 Bridget Jones’s Diary hits every must on my rom-com list. Quirky, fun, and romance that feels real. I mean, the poor girl is a hot mess, sprinting through the snow in her underwear and running shoes to apologize to Darcy about her diary. Only Mr. Darcy already knows that her diaries are full of crap and has bought her a new one. Even better, when the old ladies harrumph at her choice of wardrobe, Darcy doesn’t cover her up with his coat, he kisses her, right there on the street corner, accepting her for exactly who she is.

1. Sabrina is the best modern film adaptation of Pygmalion. Some people would argue that it is My Fair Lady, but for me watching Sabrina and Linus fall in love in that heartwarming opposites attract kind of way, only to see it all fall apart with the truth about his intentions comes out, and then have him follow her to Paris makes it my top rom-com pick.

 

Thank you so much, Marina Adair, what an awesome list of  top five Romance Films!!

 

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SUGAR ON TOP by Marina Adair (April 28, 2015; Forever Mass Market; Sugar, Georgia Book #2)

She’s sassy and sweet

The last thing Glory Mann wants is to become chairman of the Miss Peach Pageant in Sugar, Georgia. Spending months hearing nothing but the clinking of pearls and judgment? No thank you! But when Glory is forced to take the rap for a scandal she didn’t commit, the judge sentences her to head the committee. Even worse, her co-chairman is rugged, ripped . . . and barely knows she’s alive.

He’s ready and willing
Single dad Cal McGraw can’t take any more drama in his life. After a difficult divorce, his little girl became a boy-crazy teenager and his hands are full. The last thing he needs is to spend his down time with the town bad girl. Glory is pure trouble-tempting and tantalizing trouble. But he can’t deny the strong chemistry between them-or how her touch turns him inside out. Now as squabbles threaten to blow up the contest and the town of Sugar itself, Cal must risk everything on the sexy wild card to get a second chance at love . . .

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Sugar on Top excerpt…

“Shut off the tractor and put your hands in the air.” The command came through the speaker attached to the top of the sheriff’s car, which was right next to the flashing red and
blue lights.
Squinting against the rain, Glory stared in panic at the speed trap up ahead. A floodlight clicked on, blinding her and causing her foot to slip off the clutch. The engine sputtered to a stop.
Determined to see this through, Glory cranked the engine and spun the tires, kicking up loose gravel and a few cow pies. She hadn’t come all this way, spending thirty minutes on the muddy back roads in the middle of the night to right someone else’s wrong, just to get caught now.
“Come on now, Ms. Hattie. Step on off that tractor so we can all get out of the rain.”
Ms. Hattie?
Ms. Hattie was the town busybody and one of Glory’s grandma’s oldest and dearest friends. Which explained how the Prowler ended up in her grandma’s garage.
The roadblock of wet and irritated officers obviously had no idea who was driving the tractor. If they had, Glory was certain that their boss would have her butt tossed in jail before she could say, “Morning, Sheriff.”
Plus she was pretty sure the smug-looking guy in the department-issued hat, weighing in at two hundred pounds of bad attitude, was Sheriff Jackson Duncan.
“Look, I promise my grandma won’t press charges.” Yup. Sheriff Duncan. The entitled drawl was a dead giveaway. And if he thought Ms. Kitty wouldn’t press charges, he was insane. “Heck, Ms. Hattie, as long as the Prowler is back in the bay before she wakes up, she doesn’t even have to know
it went missing and we can all go home and back to our respective business.”
“Do I have your word on that, Sheriff?” The second Glory opened her mouth, Jackson realized Hattie McGraw wasn’t behind the wheel because he went from leaning against the grill of his cruiser to reaching for his gun. She also knew that only ten feet and some plywood separated her from a mug shot—a mug shot that was not going to happen. She had enough mascara under her eyes to pass for a
linebacker and enough emotion built up that, after one too many double shifts slinging beer and a lifetime of double standards, getting arrested would fill out her already unflattering résumé.
Jackson silently made his way toward the tractor, boots clacking against the slick concrete, cuffs jangling in his hand. Knowing nothing good could come from that, she rested her hand on the gear shift and asked, “I’m guessing by the pissy look on your face that your generous offer is no longer on the table.”
“Sorry to say, but you’d guess right,” he said, not sorry at all.
Jackson Duncan had been sheriff of Sugar County for the past four years, and he’d hated Glory for at least twice that amount of time. He was uptight, by the book, and still blamed her for his older brother leaving town. Not that he had ever bothered to listen to her side of the story. No one really had. But everyone knew that he would love nothing more than to parade Glory around town in cuffs and prove that she was a menace to Sugar’s properly polite society.
“Even if I told you that I wasn’t stealing Ms. Kitty’s tractor? That I was trying to return it?”
“Even then. Possession is nine-tenths of the law.”
And wasn’t that just great, because in this county possession might constitute only nine-tenths, but being the girl who cost Sugar High their beloved football coach and the state championships all in the same year surely made up the other one-tenth. Which meant the odds of her getting out of this mess with a friendly warning were a big fat zero.
There was no way she was letting him take her in. Not dressed in flannel and fertilizer. And sure as hell not when she had a Pediatric Health Theory midterm in six hours. It had taken her the better part of a decade, juggling part-time classes and full-time bar tending, to get to where she was, and she wasn’t about to let one mistake screw up everything. Not again.
“Sorry then, Sheriff.”
Grabbing the edges of her rain slicker, she flipped it up to cover her face and gunned it. The tractor roared as she threw it in second. The gear kicked in, causing the Prowler to pick up in volume and speed—surprising speed for a machine that looked like a giant peach and was built when she’d been in preschool.
“Aw, hell,” Jackson said, racing back to the cruiser. “Let ’em go, boys.”
Heading straight for the road, she vowed that she would drive right through that speed trap, over the metal spikes and all, if she had to. Her grandma was counting on her, and the entry to the Prowler’s parking bay was only a few yards past the sheriff’s patrol car. She could slip in, park the vehicle, and hightail it out of there.
She hit fourth gear right as the Prowler’s wheels cruised over the first set of shredders—tires unscathed. Only before she reached that second strip, Jackson stepped in front of the tractor.
“Dang it, Jackson,” she screamed over the roar of the tractor’s engine. “Move your overentitled, stubborn ass out of my way or I’ll run it down!”
“And miss busting yours for grand theft auto and assaulting a police officer?” he yelled back, smiling as though he’d just won box seats at the Georgia Dome. “No, ma’am.”
Glory looked from side to side, weighing her options. Had she been thinking with her head instead of her heart, she would be warm and snug in her bed, not facing jail time in little more than a pink slicker and ducky galoshes. Instead she was trying to solve a feud that had been brewing since Glory turned seventeen and made the biggest mistake of her life.
Before Glory could react, she crossed the second trap and the back two tires exploded simultaneously. The tractor jerked forward and she didn’t know what was thumping louder, her heart or the deflated tires struggling to roll over the blacktop.
The Prowler decelerated and slowly crawled toward Jackson, who stepped out of the way right as the tractor made its final stop—giving the cruiser a big smacker to the front bumper. The Prowler must have been made of steel because a loud crunch broke through the night’s air, followed by an awful sizzle and finally steam, which drifted up from under the hood and into the inky sky.
“I guess I can add destruction of city property to the charges,” Jackson said with a smile.
“Damnit, Jackson.” Glory picked up a stray cow pie, which had landed in the back of the tractor during her offroading excursion, and threw it on the ground. It shattered, splattering right up his department-issued boots and onto his pant legs. “I’m just trying to return it.”
“And I’m just doing my job,” he said as he approached the vehicle and hoisted his smug self up. “Now, do you need me to read you your rights? Or would you like to say them with me?”
And right then Glory understood that no matter how hard she tried to atone for her past, she was never going to be free of it.gar on Top excerpt…

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About the author:

Marina Adair is a lifelong fan of romance novels. Along with the Sugar series, she is also the author of the St. Helena Vineyard series and the upcoming Shelter Cove series. She currently lives in a hundred-year-old log cabin, nestled in the majestic redwoods of the Santa Cruz Mountains, with her husband and daughter. As a writer, Marina is devoted to giving her readers contemporary romance where the towns are small, the personalities large, and the romance explosive. She also loves to interact with readers and you can catch her on Twitter at @MarinaEAdair or visit her at www.MarinaAdair.com.

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Adair_Sugar on Top_MMMY THOUGHTS:

SUGAR ON TOP by Marina Adair is another masterfully written piece of storytelling. #2 in “A Sugar, Georgia Novel”, but can be read as a stand alone.

This is Cal McGraw and Glory Mann’s story. An interesting, unique tale of a small town, with endearing, quirkiy characters and a chance for second love. Cal and Glory has a chemistry between them, that could just prove to be scandalous. Oh, and of, course, there is the Miss Peach Pageant, which Glory has been sentenced to be the head of the committee by a judge. Glory was considered the bad girl. Cal a divorcee, with a teenage,rebellious, boy-crazy teenager, he doesn’t need the tantalizing, troublesome Ms. Glory.  NO, thank you! But as trouble brews within the pageant, sparks fly between Cal and Glory, love blossoms between the two.

A steady paced story. Will Cal risk everything for Glory, who is his wild card and his second chance on love? To find out, you MUST pick up “Sugar on Top”, I don’t think you will be disappointed. Fans of romance, Beauty Pageant trouble and a wonderful Contemporary Romance will enjoy this unique story of second chance love, finding true love and learning to love again. An enjoyable, endearing and satisfying read!

*Received for an honest review from the publisher*

**Cross-posted on My Book Addiction and More dot com**

Rating: 4

Heat rating: Mild

Reviewed by: AprilR, courtesy of My Book Addiction and More

 

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