From Amazon
Given that a key character--her protagonist's love interest--just might be the Antichrist himself, first-time author (and former CBC employee) Sheri McInnis employs a surprisingly light dramatic hand in her novel,
Devil May Care. One only needs to think of horror master Stephen King to know that Satan is usually a glorious baddy with endless potential for big scenes of good against evil. We don't get that in
Devil May Care, but its issues of love, romance, and trust may play better to its intended female audience than fire and brimstone.
Sally Carpenter is a fledgling NYC actress who can't catch a break. Her boyfriend is a slacker, her boss at the independent book shop is a few sandwiches shy of a picnic, her agent is indifferent, and her auditions seem to go from bad to worse. And there's bubbly Dara Dempsey, who shares Sally's physical attributes yet always beats her out for parts. Everything changes when Sally utters a prayer to the ether for success and Jack Weaver materializes. Sally doesn't immediately know it, but Weaver is the head of entertainment company UBN. He's also smitten with Sally, and as Weaver inserts himself into Sally's life, her luck begins to change for the better while the fate of those around her--Dara Dempsey, a Mother Superior helping Sally research a part, her boyfriend--nose-dives. Is there a connection, and is being a famous actress enough to distract Sally from the mounting evidence that Jack may have powers even greater than the average TV executive? If McInnis is shooting for lofty themes of salvation and fidelity, it's not apparent. Instead, Devil May Care reads like a Movie of the Week, with tidy endings, cut-out characters, and vanilla sex scenes. Add a Harlequin romance angle--average girl dating rich, powerful, handsome, Porsche-driving captain of industry--and you've got a guilty-pleasure read that probably won't win literary awards but will breezily pass the hours. --Kim Hughes
From Publishers Weekly
In this frothy romantic comedy from debut novelist McInnis, aspiring actress and used book store clerk Sally Carpenter may not be in a living hell, but she's far from heaven. Sally hasn't yet landed her dream part (or even bit part), she sleeps on a futon in a small New York apartment, and she's fallen into a too-comfortable routine with her longtime boyfriend, David. Her fortunes turn the day she auditions for a walk-on part as a bank teller on a cop show, and to her amazement gets the job, despite the casting director's longstanding animosity. Could her luck have something to do with the handsome stranger she met in the studio's hallway, who turns out to be Jack Weaver, sexy television network president? Sparks fly, and soon our perky heroine is swept away by the man of her dreams, caught up in a blissful romance unlike any she's ever experienced. And when her career suddenly takes off, she's thrilled-at first. But when her rivals are eliminated in horrible accidents and her loved ones wind up in the morgue, Sally starts to wonder whether her new flame may be not merely the date from hell but the devil himself. An unusually substantive plot (considering the light packaging) makes for a brisk and savvy read, with poignant flashbacks to Sally's father's suicide adding further depth. Though a wishy-washy ending weakens the novel's climax, the author has clever fun with the idea of the devil falling in love-and being completely bewildered by the situation.
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