The cover on this book describes Bet Me to be “wickedly witty, deliciously sexy.” More than that, Jennifer Crusie’s story is tender and full of Elvis (both varieties.) I enjoy this book immensely every time I read it. I think it’s the shoes.

Minerva Dobbs will never be described as thin, but her mother won’t stop harping on her to lose weight. The reason behind the nagging this time is her sister Diane’s wedding. What could be worse than being the fat bridesmaid forced into a too tight corset? Oh that’s right… she could not have a date.

David, the smuck, breaks up with Min three weeks before her sister’s wedding. It’s not her, it’s him… and the fact she won’t have sex with him. And even though she can’t bring herself to feel bad about the breakup, Min’s mad as hell at men. No man more so than that vile Calvin Morrisey who took David up on his bet to get her into bed. It really pissed her off that not only he took the bet but that he said it would be a piece of cake. The beast!

Cal for his part can’t stand being around Min. She called him Charm-Boy, Beast, and the Devil. Who would want to stick around the sharp tongue harpy? Not to mention her friend who can’t seem to stop herself from hitting him over the head with her handbag. If it weren’t for those shoes, the uptight little actuary would not be getting a call from him.

Cal never had a foot fetish before, but one look at Min’s sexy heels and he’s a goner. Of course it doesn’t hurt watching her eat… when she lets herself. He wants her to look at him with the same look of ecstasy on her face as when she consumes bread, or donuts, or hotdogs. Now how was he going to get her to stop harping and start laughing?

Rating: 4.5