Meeting for lunch at a Chinese restaurant, Jill's friends are shocked by the improbable, amazing tale of good fortune she spins. Lust, sex, love, pregnancy, and a planned marriage to a strapping young hunk, all from eating a red fortune cookie? A FORTUNE COOKIE? Give me a break!

The owner of the Chinese restaurant sets one of the miracle red fortune cookies in front of each of Jill's friends. Gail, the hi-powered attorney, Rita, the gorgeous model, and Saundra, the uppity socialite, look at each other, then at Chad, Jill's dreamboat fiance. What should they do? What would you do?

Fortune Cookies is a deliciously naughty, whimsical, tongue in cheek, romantic story that leads four friends on a paranormal journey into the supernatural in search of love, fulfillment and happiness. It is a novel for couples, about couples. Erotic and funny, Fortune Cookies will send you searching Chinese restaurants for the elusive red fortune cookie!

REVIEW

The Sexy Six is a group of six women who were in college together. Jill is the first to try a fortune cookie that she believes helps her find her true mate. She finds romance almost around the corner and can't help sharing the magic with her friends. The romances flourish as they each eat a fortune cookie and share it with the man they meet within hours.

Dee Dawning has written a sexy, erotic tale of women finding their ideal mate. Is it magic, fate, destiny or chance that brings them all together with their soulmate so soon after ingesting a fortune cookie? The author doesn't tell us for sure, we have to use our imagination. With seven pairs of characters whose story needs to be told when Gail's sister Cassie is added Ms. Dawning never gives up. The great mix of humor, eroticism and relationship building continues throughout.

She adds to it with Rita and Gail sharing the tale of their abusive childhood and what they're doing to help others. She varies a little from the primary pairs when Rita, Nikolas, Robbie and Tia try a four way. We get a kind of thrill when Saundra finally finds strength to stand up to her unfaithful husband. She tells us that Mora's openness about the life she lived to pay expenses when catastrophes happened to her family seems to cause a rift in her relationship with Cornell. He's made of the stuff of heroes though so he comes through for her.

The author does a great job mixing people and the realities of life with an apparent fairy tale of the magic fortune cookie. It would be fun to believe that single people could unerringly find their soul mate in such a simple way. Ah, fiction, I love what it does for us. And I love the way Dee Dawning has built this excellent tale.

Overall rating:
Sensuality rating: Explicit

August 26, 2008

Reviewed by: Dee Dailey

EXCERPT

Shortly before they finished lunch, a rainstorm began. The rainfall caught both of them without an umbrella. They said goodbye in the entry of the restaurant, then Beverly started to run back to the studio. Jill had an assignment to complete, so she sat down at the nearby bus stop to wait for a bus. She felt lucky because it was covered, which kept the rain off her, but that lasted only until Chad showed up.

Jill sat there, reading a Danielle Steele paperback, waiting for the bus, when without warning; she was swamped by a wave of cool rainwater. She and Danielle Steele were both soaked. Nothing was spared. Not even her hair. Shocked, she glanced up and glimpsed a red Corvette rounding the corner. She noticed the silhouette of a man and cursed his stupidity under her breath. Now, she was going to have to either take a cab home, or go buy a new outfit, which she'd have to charge since she'd just been paid and was already broke, as usual.

She saw a Checker Cab approaching and got up to wave, when the same Corvette cut the cab off, and pulled alongside the curb. The driver leaned over, after rolling down the window. His friendly blue eyes twinkled, and he flashed her, the friendliest smile she'd seen in years. He was very apologetic. "I'm so sorry, ma'am. I wasn't thinking, and I drenched you before I realized it. I feel so bad. Please, can I take you somewhere to dry off?"

His voice, a rich baritone, had a western drawl. She told him bluntly, "Thanks, but I think you've caused enough damage."

"Say, aren't you that TV reporter? Ah . . . don't tell me. Jill. That's it! Jill Sinclair. You are re-e-ally good. I can see you're getting cold. Please, let me take you somewhere to change or at least warm up. At least take this Kleenex and dab your eyes. Your mascara is running."

Jill suspected he was looking at her breasts when he said she was getting cold. Sneaking a peek, as she accepted the tissue, she realized her nipples were showing through her wet blouse and bra, and that wasn't all. She was beginning to feel warm and tingly. She didn't really have time to think about the ramifications of this sensation, because the scheduled bus pulled up and started to honk at the Corvette, which was blocking the passenger loading zone. Smiling, Chad was waving for her to join him but she was worried. She didn't know Chad. He could have been a Ted Bundy acolyte. The bus's horn kept blaring and Chad started to pull away slowly. He gave her a smile, and shrugged, as if saying, what am I supposed to do? Jill had a good feeling about him, so she made a foolish move, she ran for the slow moving Corvette, and hopped in. Thus began her life altering experience.

Once inside, he gave her a warm ear-to-ear smile and with his rich voice, introduced himself, "Hi, I'm Chad Conroy." Chad not only had an angelic face, he was lean and well muscled. What else would you expect from someone named Chad? She studied him as he drove, admiring what she saw, while guarding against any false move from him. Chad reached behind his seat, pulled out a large sweater, and handed it to her.

"Here, you might want to put this on and pull your wet blouse off, so you don't catch cold." Chad's sandy brown hair was a little disheveled. As his bright blue eyes took in Jill's essence, she noticed that when he smiled, which was a lot, a dimple showed in each cheek. Jill couldn't tell how tall he was in his sports car but she guessed six feet. Taking Chad's advice, she removed her blouse and bra under the sweater.

"Where would you like to go?" She knew it didn't make sense but she was reluctant tell him where she lived. However, she was willing to go back to his apartment so she could dry off.

"Do you live far?" Jill didn't know what he was thinking, but his dimples were the size of quarters when he smiled.