CRAZY FOR YOU is a rags to riches tale set against the backdrop of the 80s, movie stars and rock-n-roll.
Roxanne Simon is a successful author and an award-winning actress who’s also a bit neurotic. After she appears on a popular talk show the world is left guessing: is rock star Frank Garrett the father of her four year-old son?
Once Frank learns the true parentage of Roxanne's son, he's determined to make her pay. When he stumbles upon her weakness, he decides to use it against her. But is he prepared to see her pay the ultimate price in his quest for revenge?
Be careful what you wish for...you just might get it.
US Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B003WJRJ4Q
UK Kindle: http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/ B003WJRJ4Q
Amazon Print: http://www.amazon.com/dp/1453787771
The Romance Reviews ~ “The novel is like watching an 80's soap opera like Dallas or Dynasty." – *Best Contemporary Romance of 2010 Nominee*
From Readers Favorite Book Reviews ~ “Ms. Edwards takes the reader back to the 1980's, to a world of starving musicians, sex and drugs. She portrays the scene quite well.”
Sandra is an award-winning author with eclectic tastes. She writes in a variety of genres such as paranormal (mostly time travel and reincarnation), contemporary, and suspense. Her books often push the envelope and step outside the boundaries of conventional romance. She lives in the U.S. (west coast) with her husband, two kids, four dogs and one very temperamental feline.
Crazy For You Excerpt:
Frank hovered behind Jameson, like a wildcat guarding his prey, as the butler answered the ringing doorbell.
“Good afternoon, Dr. Sterling.” Jameson’s casual greeting told Frank this man had been there before.
“Roxanne is expecting me.” Jerry ignored Frank as he passed through the foyer and headed toward the stairs.
“Wait a minute.” Frank followed him. “She doesn’t need a doctor. She’s not sick.”
Jerry stopped at the bottom of the stairs and turned to Frank. “First of all…I’m not that kind of doctor. Secondly, Roxanne is my patient and I would thank you not to interfere.” Saying what he had to say, Jerry headed up the stairs.
“What the hell kind of doctor are you then?” Frank chased after him.
Jerry stopped again, halfway up the stairs this time. Glancing over his shoulder, he glared at Frank. “If it’s any of your business…I’m a psychiatrist,” he said, annoyed.
“She doesn’t need a shrink.”Jerry bit back his temper. “Let me tell you something about Roxanne Simon…I’ve been treating her for more than five years. She suffers from a mental disorder called manic-depressive psychosis.”