From Publishers Weekly
Criswell, best known for her American historical romances, makes her delightful contemporary debut with a funny and sexy romance filled with eccentric Italians who liveAnot in New Jersey like Janet Evanovich's charactersAbut in Maryland. The trouble with Mary is that she's a 33-year-old virgin who yearns for independence from her strong-willed mother. To that end, she has opened an Italian restaurant and is looking to be "zinged." The further trouble with Mary is that the man she wants to zing with, Dan Gallagher, is the same journalist who gave Mary's restaurant, Mama Sophia, a scathing reviewAand he's a divorced father who has come to believe that a woman's place is in the home. Add into the mix an Italian kleptomaniac grandmother, an overbearing Italian mother, a father who invents accessories for the toilet, a wicked Jewish best friend, a 200-pound landlady and Matt, Dan's potty-mouthed son, and readers will have a pretty good idea of what's really the trouble with Mary. Though the 33-year-old virgin angle is somewhat effective, it's not entirely believable. And yet Mary's observations of the people around her, the scorching chemistry between Dan and Mary and the delicious recipes Criswell sprinkles throughout make this a worthwhile read. (Jan.) Forecast: With her move into modern romances, Criswell is sure to add to her following. Fans will look forward to next summer's What to Do About Annie?ACriswell's romance between Mary's Jewish best friend and Mary's brother Joe, a soon-to-be-ex-priest. Copyright 2000 Reed Business Information, Inc.


From Booklist
Criswell, known for her historical romances, cooks up a hilarious contemporary romance chock-full of delightful characters and wonderful-sounding recipes. When the going gets tough, Mary Russo goes for the chocolate. Her boss at the pizza parlor has just committed suicide, and while gorging on chocolate cannoli (recipe included), Mary decides to open her own Italian restaurant in Baltimore. In spite of her mother's strenuous objections, Mary manages to make it a success until the new restaurant critic, Dan Gallagher, gives it a bad review. Dan doesn't like Italian food, but when Mary comes to the paper to complain, he finds that he does like Italian women. Mary reciprocates the attraction and decides that Dan would be the ideal candidate for her first affair. But their love life is complicated by Mary's zealous family, who wants her to find a nice Italian boy, and a grandmother with kleptomaniac tendencies. Delicious and lively, Criswell's clever romance will leave readers hungry for more. Patty Engelmann
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Rendezvous
Ms. Criswell skillfully weaves strong emotions, humor, and a fascinating subplot into THE TROUBLE WITH MARY.


Review
"Hilarious . . . Romantic comedy has a new star and her name is Millie Criswell."
--JANET EVANOVICH


Review
"Hilarious . . . Romantic comedy has a new star and her name is Millie Criswell."
--JANET EVANOVICH


Book Description
Award-winning author Millie Criswell has charmed readers with her joy-filled historical romances. Now, in The Trouble With Mary, she serves up her first contemporary romantic comedy--a palate-pleasing love story of two people with nothing in common . . . except their undeniable attraction.

THE TROUBLE WITH MARY IS . . .

She's unemployed. Her huge Italian family is driving her crazy. Her love life is nonexistent. In fact, she needs a life! So Mary decides to open a restaurant in Baltimore's Little Italy. And despite her mother's assurances that she will fail, the place is a big success--until the local paper delivers a scathing review of her pizza, pasta, and chocolate cannolis.

Food critic Dan Gallagher hates Italian food--and his column shows it. Now Mary would like nothing more than to serve Dan on a steaming platter. Problem is, Mary is the most delectable woman Dan has ever met. And Dan is the most exasperating man Mary has ever encountered. And the trouble with chemistry is, neither one can resist it. . . .



From the Publisher
THE TROUBLE WITH MARY, is a Featured Alternate for the Doubleday Rhapsody Book Club for January 2001! "Hilarious...Romantic comedy has a new star and her name is Millie Criswell." --Janet Evanovich


From the Author
Change is in the air, and I'm very excited about it. Beginning in JANUARY 2001, my first single title contemporary romantic comedy, THE TROUBLE WITH MARY, will be released from Ballantine Ivy. This is a book close to my heart, as my heroine, Mary Russo, comes from a dysfunctional Italian family, not unlike my own. The hero, Dan Gallagher, is a sports writer turned restaurant critic, and when he pens a scathing review of Mary's new restaurant the sparks start to fly. #1 New York Times bestselling author Janet Evanovich says of THE TROUBLE WITH MARY, "Hilarious... You can't put it down. I loved it!" I think you will, too. Since food (remember, Mary owns a restaurant) is such an important theme in this book, as an added bonus, each chapter of "MARY" will contain a delicious recipe. Enjoy!


From the Inside Flap
Award-winning author Millie Criswell has charmed readers with her joy-filled historical romances. Now, in The Trouble With Mary,  she serves up her first contemporary romantic comedy--a palate-pleasing love story of two people with nothing in common . . . except their undeniable attraction.

THE TROUBLE WITH MARY IS . . .

She's unemployed. Her huge Italian family is driving her crazy. Her love life is nonexistent. In fact, she needs a life! So Mary decides to open a restaurant in Baltimore's Little Italy. And despite her mother's assurances that she will fail, the place is a big success--until the local paper delivers a scathing review of her pizza, pasta, and chocolate cannolis.

Food critic Dan Gallagher hates Italian food--and his column shows it. Now Mary would like nothing more than to serve Dan on a steaming platter. Problem is, Mary is the most delectable woman Dan has ever met. And Dan is the most exasperating man Mary has ever encountered. And the trouble with chemistry is, neither one can resist it. . . .


From the Back Cover
"Hilarious . . . Romantic comedy has a new star and her name is Millie Criswell."
--JANET EVANOVICH



About the Author
National bestselling author Millie Criswell didn't start out to be a writer. Instead, she had aspirations of joining the Rockettes as a toe-tapping member of their dance troop, or tapping her heart away in one of those big, corny MGM musicals. Of course, she was only ten at the time, had absolutely no talent as a dancer, and cannot be blamed for her failure to succeed.

To date, Ms. Criswell has written eighteen historical, category, and contemporary romances. She has won numerous awards, including the Romantic Times's Career Achievement Award and Reviewer's Choice Award, and the coveted MAGGIE Award from Georgia Romance Writers.

Ms. Criswell resides in Virginia with her husband of thirty-one years. She has two grown children, both lawyers, and one neurotic Boston terrier.


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On any given day Mary Russo could usually find a compelling
reason to eat chocolate. Maybe the sun was shining
too brightly, or perhaps the cloud cover was too thickly depressing,
and there was always the possibility that her cat,
Morty, had coughed up more than his usual share of hair
balls.

But on this fairly cloudless, not too terribly sunny day, as
Mary bit into a luscious, palate-pleasing chocolate cannoli
oozing with chocolate ricotta filling and covered with the
most fabulous chocolate sauce she'd ever invented, she had
an even better reason to indulge, to eat herself into oblivion,
and to feel totally crappy about life in general, much crappier
than she usually did.

Luigi Marconi was dead.

Luigi's death might not have come as a shock to most
people who knew him. The restauranteur had been dread-fully
overweight, suffered from diabetes for years, and he'd
been unusually depressed for the past four months. But no
one, including Mary, who'd worked for the owner of Luigi's
Pizza Palace for the past ten years as head cook and book-keeper,
had expected him to put a gun to his head, say ar-rivederci,
and check out.

Boom! Just like that. One shot. One lethal, impulsive bang,
and Mary had lost not only a dear friend, a man whom she'd
come to adore like an uncle, but her job as well.

And finding another job at her age was not going to be--
no pun intended--a piece of cannoli.

"If you have one more bite of that cannoli, you're going to
gain another ten pounds. The trouble with you, Mary, is that
you've got no willpower. You haven't lost the last ten you
gained after breaking up with that nice Marc Forentini. And
that was two years ago!" Sophia Russo's mouth pinched tight
as she gazed disapprovingly at her daughter. "Men don't like
fat."

Mary looked up, chocolate smearing her lips. Her
mother never failed to comment on just what it was that
was wrong with her. If it wasn't her weight, it was Mary's
choice of men, or clothes, or friends. Mary's self-esteem
was somewhere at basement level--low didn't even come
close. There was no pleasing Sophia, and Mary had given
up trying long ago.

"I thought you said they don't like bones." Sophia was al-ways
telling Mary's younger sister that, because Connie had
escaped the curse of the Russo hips and thighs, even after
having three children. She was skinny, fashionably skinny,
and Mary envied her that.

Just the ability to put on a pair of jeans and zip them up
without having to lie prone on the bed sucking in your breath
for all you were worth was Mary's idea of pure heaven. She
didn't have to be bones, she just had to be zipper-proof. And
she knew she wasn't going to get there by eating cannolis--
even if they were her latest delicious recipe--but at the mo-ment
she just didn't care.

"Lascia la bambina solo. Leave the bambina alone,
Sophia," Mary's grandmother said with undisguised hostil-ity
toward her daughter-in-law. "She suffers a terrible loss.
Whatsa matter? You no gotta heart for such tings?" And to
Mary: "You wanta some nicea creama, bambina?"

Mary didn't usually enter into the ongoing hostilities be-tween
her mother and grandmother. It was the classic in-law
dislike that had plagued dysfunctional families for genera-tions.
Mary suspected it had started the moment the love of
Flora Russo's life, her son, Frank, had brought Sophia home
to meet his mama.

No woman would have ever been good enough for Flora's
Frank, that was a given, so Sophia took the criticism in
stride, though she didn't take it lying down.
Sophia knew in her heart of hearts, though she'd deny it
to her dying breath, that no woman would have ever been
good enough for her Joe, either. Fortunately Mary's older
brother had become a priest, so whoever the unsuspecting
future daughter-in-law of Sophia's might have been, she had
escaped a fate worse than death.

Besides, who in their right mind would enter into a family
that made Vito Corleone's look normal?

Though Mary disliked her mother and grandmother's con-stant
bickering, she did appreciate her grandma taking her
side in the numerous disagreements she had with her mother.
They were allies, of sorts, and Grandma Flora had been there
for her more times than not over the years.

For an eighty-three-year-old woman who walked with the
help of a cane, employed two-inch-thick lenses while she cro-cheted,
and wore tentlike undergarments she referred to as
bloomers, Grandma Flora could hold her own with Sophia,
which was no easy feat.

Sophia Russo had an opinion on just about everything, es-pecially
when it came to one of her children. Though Mary
loved the woman dearly, there was no denying they didn't see
eye to eye on anything, including Mary's penchant for exper-imenting
with traditional Italian recipes. Except perhaps the
amount of time it took to cook pasta; both liked theirs al
dente.

Winking at the old lady, Mary replied, "Thanks, but no
thanks, Nonna," then she smiled somewhat spitefully at her
mother before grabbing another cannoli off the plate and
shoving half of it into her mouth, knowing she'd be sorry
tomorrow when the scale tilted into overdrive, but needing
the comfort that would not be forthcoming from her mother.

What Sophia lacked in compassion she made up for in
conviction. "Luigi Marconi was a stupid, selfish man. Killing
yourself is against God's law. He broke a commandment and
now his poor wife will suffer because he was a coward and
took the easy way out." She crossed herself, as if poor Luigi's
indiscretion against God might come back to haunt her.

Mary didn't understand why Luigi had decided to kill
himself, but she, unlike her mother, could empathize with
his need to take the easy way out. After the realization had
hit her that she was out of a job, and that her miserable exis-tence
had just gotten a whole lot more miserable, she'd con-sidered
doing the very same thing, for about five seconds.

She came by her morbid obsession with death legitimately.
Like any good Italian girl, she was raised on the belief that
judgment day was just around the corner. Both her mother
and grandmother implied with unrelenting certainty that their
demise was imminent, ending most of their sentences with "if
I should live so long." Which was usually proceeded by "Only
God knows how much longer I'll be on this earth," and "Your
grandmother (or mother) is driving me to an early grave."

However, Mary would never have considered a gun as
the ultimate method of suicide. Too messy. She could still
recall the gruesome sight of Luigi's brains splattered over
the stainless steel stove and Sub-Zero refrigerator when
she'd showed up for work that fateful Friday morning two
weeks ago and had discovered his body lying on the kitchen
floor. The memory made her cringe. At the time, it had made
her barf.

In her opinion, a swan dive off Baltimore's Francis Scott
Key Bridge would have been far more preferable. And she had
briefly entertained the idea until she remembered how awful
the traffic was on the bridge at any time of the day or night,
how she hated to drive anyway, and how death by chocolate
seemed a far better way to end it all.

"You always take her side, so I think you should just keep
quiet, old woman," Sophia told her mother-in-law, who kept
on crocheting and glaring. "Mary's been depressed and wal-lowing
in her grief for too long. She needs to get over it and
go out and find a new job. It's not healthy for her to be sit-ting
around, stuffing herself with cannoli. Whoever heard of
chocolate cannoli anyway? That's not Italian!"

As if the matter was already settled, Sophia nodded to
herself, adding, "I'm going to call Father Joseph to come
over and counsel her."

At the suggestion, Mary swallowed the remaining half
of her pastry, licked the chocolate sauce off her lips, and
grinned. "Joe'll just tell me to say three Hail Marys and call
him in the morning, Ma. And why do you keep referring to
your own son as Father Joseph, for God's sake?"

Not that she minded talking to Joe. She and her older
brother were very close, and she loved him. But he would al-ways
be Joe to her, not Father Joseph, and she wasn't about
to go sit in some confessional and pour out her guts to the
poor guy. She was positive he got a daily dose of some pretty
hideous stuff.

Besides, Joe already knew all her terrible secrets, like about
her addiction to chocolate, and how when she'd been twelve
she had read all of the dirty parts of the Bible, underlining
them with a yellow marking pen.

Unfortunately--or fortunately, depending on how you
looked at it, because it could have been her mother--Joe
had been the one to catch her alone in the closet doing her
thing. But he'd never told anyone, and for that reason alone
she would always adore him.

Growing up a Russo hadn't been easy; all three of Sophia
and Frank's children wore battle scars from their upbringing.
Connie had chosen to escape their domineering mother
by marrying right out of high school. Of course, to Sophia,
who considered marriage the end-all to the world's prob-lems,
this had been a blessing.

Not as big a blessing, however, as when Joe had announced
his intention to enter the priesthood shortly after graduation
from college. He'd been at loose ends and very unhappy and
had sought to lose himself in the church.

Mary blamed her parents, mostly her mother--though her
father bore some responsibility for allowing Sophia to ride
roughshod over him--for her sister and brother's flight from
the family. They'd never been encouraged to have goals or
aspirations, never been told to live up to their potential. And
that was especially true in Mary's case.

As the middle child, Mary had always felt somewhat ig-nored.
She wasn't as smart as Joe or as pretty as baby Con-nie.
She was just, well, rather ordinary. She'd gotten average
grades in school, had never been encouraged to think beyond
getting married and having kids. She'd been programmed
from birth to be just average.

So when she didn't graduate from college, no one was
surprised or angry, just disappointed. And when she'd ended
up working in a dead-end job, no one really said anything.
Living at home had become safe. Nothing was expected
of her, and she, in turn, expected nothing of herself. To sum
up her life in a nutshell, Mary had taken the easy way out.
Just like Luigi. Only she wasn't dead, just living a dead
existence.

FROM THE PUBLISHER

Award-winning author Millie Criswell has charmed readers with her joy-filled historical romances. Now, in The Trouble With Mary, she serves up her first contemporary romantic comedy—a palate-pleasing love story of two people with nothing in common . . . except their undeniable attraction.

THE TROUBLE WITH MARY IS . . .

She's unemployed. Her huge Italian family is driving her crazy. Her love life is nonexistent. In fact, she needs a life! So Mary decides to open a restaurant in Baltimore's Little Italy. And despite her mother's assurances that she will fail, the place is a big success—until the local paper delivers a scathing review of her pizza, pasta, and chocolate cannolis.

Food critic Dan Gallagher hates Italian food—and his column shows it. Now Mary would like nothing more than to serve Dan on a steaming platter. Problem is, Mary is the most delectable woman Dan has ever met. And Dan is the most exasperating man Mary has ever encountered. And the trouble with chemistry is, neither one can resist it. . . .

SYNOPSIS

The Trouble with Mary...

She's unemployed. Her huge Italian family is driving her crazy. Her love life is nonexistent. In fact, she needs a life! So Mary Russo decides to open a restaurant in Baltimore's Little Italy. And despite her mother's assurances that she will fail, the place is a big success--until the local paper delivers a scathing review of her pizza, pasta, and chocolate cannolis.

Food critic Dan Gallagher hates Italian food--and his column shows it. Now Mary would like nothing more than to serve Dan on a steaming platter. Problem is, Mary is the most delectable woman Dan has ever met. And Dan is the most exasperating man Mary has ever encountered. And the trouble with chemistry is, neither one can resist it...

About the Author
Millie Criswell has written eighteen historical, category and contemporay romances to date. She has won numerous awards, including the Romantic Time Career Achievement and Reviewer's Choice Award, the National Readers Choice Award, and the coveted MAGGIE award from Georgia Romance Writers. Ms. Criswell resides in Virginia. She has two grown children and one neurotic Boston terrier.

FROM THE CRITICS

Jill M. Smith - Romantic Times

If you are looking for a charming, humorous and just plain fun novel, then this is the book for you. Millie Criswell proves that she is just as adept at telling contemporary stories as she is with historical ones.

Publishers Weekly

Criswell, best known for her American historical romances, makes her delightful contemporary debut with a funny and sexy romance filled with eccentric Italians who live--not in New Jersey like Janet Evanovich's characters--but in Maryland. The trouble with Mary is that she's a 33-year-old virgin who yearns for independence from her strong-willed mother. To that end, she has opened an Italian restaurant and is looking to be "zinged." The further trouble with Mary is that the man she wants to zing with, Dan Gallagher, is the same journalist who gave Mary's restaurant, Mama Sophia, a scathing review--and he's a divorced father who has come to believe that a woman's place is in the home. Add into the mix an Italian kleptomaniac grandmother, an overbearing Italian mother, a father who invents accessories for the toilet, a wicked Jewish best friend, a 200-pound landlady and Matt, Dan's potty-mouthed son, and readers will have a pretty good idea of what's really the trouble with Mary. Though the 33-year-old virgin angle is somewhat effective, it's not entirely believable. And yet Mary's observations of the people around her, the scorching chemistry between Dan and Mary and the delicious recipes Criswell sprinkles throughout make this a worthwhile read. (Jan.) Forecast: With her move into modern romances, Criswell is sure to add to her following. Fans will look forward to next summer's What to Do About Annie?--Criswell's romance between Mary's Jewish best friend and Mary's brother Joe, a soon-to-be-ex-priest. Copyright 2000 Cahners Business Information.

Carol Carter - Under the Covers

The Trouble with Mary is a read to pick up when you want to lift your spirits and put a smile on your face. Millie Criswell left me with a grin and a satisfying conclusion to a tale I highly recommend.

Karen McCullough - Scribes World

The trouble with The Trouble with Mary is that it's a delightfully scrumptious read.

Harriet Klausner - Painted Rock Reviews