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Purple Diamonds
256 pages, Paperback
Published July 31, 1987
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Jo Ann Algermissen
39 books3 followersJo Ann Hudson was born on 27 August 1942. She married Henry C. Algermissen, and they had two children, Henry "Hank" Algermissen and Jayne Algermissen. She was educator during years.
She wrote as Anna Hudson and as Jo Ann Algermissen over 40 romance novels from 1983 to 1998. She has won three Romantic Times Reviewer's Choice Awards, for her novels I Do?, Marry-Me Christmas, and A Husband for Christmas, and has been nominated for a Romantic Times Career Achievement Award. She passed away on 20 November 2009 in Texas, USA.
She wrote as Anna Hudson and as Jo Ann Algermissen over 40 romance novels from 1983 to 1998. She has won three Romantic Times Reviewer's Choice Awards, for her novels I Do?, Marry-Me Christmas, and A Husband for Christmas, and has been nominated for a Romantic Times Career Achievement Award. She passed away on 20 November 2009 in Texas, USA.
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March 15, 2025
Absolutely gloriously bad hall of famer: I never thought I could find another book to rival Diana Palmer's stomach-curdling atrocity, Wyoming Strong, where hero's super-sperm manages to impregnate the imperforate hymen of the heroine, but Jo Ann Algermissen gave good old Diana a run for her money with this nightmarish scene of her hero wooing the heroine via his ventriloquist dummy.
"Hi, Cutie-pie! Take your coat off and stay awhile."
Sitting on the ledge, swinging his legs, was a dapper ventriloquist's dummy dressed in a miniature of a doctor's scrub suit. Large, expressive brown eyes seemed to watch her remove her coat and draped it over the back of a chair. They followed her every step toward the window as though they could see. Both lids drooped lazily.
"What's wrong, beautiful? Cat got your tongue?"
Now, if it was me, I would have run screaming from the room and then, at a safe distance, call 911, but that's just me and my phobia about creepy, possessed by the devil, dummies. But the heroine in Purple Diamonds, far from being fazed, decides to engage in a suggestive flirtation with Oscar the lecherous dummy.
""Wanna touch me, don't you?" His lids lowered slightly, but his eyes followed her head. His voice dropped to a gravelly, come-hither pitch. "Do I get to touch you? Fair's fair."
His small gloved hand reached forward, much lower than Halley's face.
OMFG.
Did I mention the human being manipulating this horror is a pediatric doctor who puts on ventriloquist acts for sick children stuck on their hospital beds with no means of escape?
Forget 911, it's time for the troops!
The heroine though is seemingly turned on, although whether it's by the wooden dummy or the human dummy sporting wood, it's hard to tell.
" I wonder which of you is the best kisser?"
It was Mark's turn to feel his face flame. With Oscar as his spokesman, he could say and do anything. Without the dummy, Mark's insecurities surfaced.
"You can't kiss Oscar. Lipstick ruins his paint job."
BARF-BAG! BARF-BAG! Please, my kingdom for a barf-bag!!!
Harley lifted her eyes toward Mark.
"What do you think, Mark?"
"I want you.". His voice held a robot like quality.
Oscar's tenor voice replied, "Let's get physical."
Flustered, she felt her heart pound furiously. Oscar is Mark, Mark is Oscar, she reminded herself. They are one and the same.
This belongs to the horror genre, not a category romance!
"Hi, Cutie-pie! Take your coat off and stay awhile."
Sitting on the ledge, swinging his legs, was a dapper ventriloquist's dummy dressed in a miniature of a doctor's scrub suit. Large, expressive brown eyes seemed to watch her remove her coat and draped it over the back of a chair. They followed her every step toward the window as though they could see. Both lids drooped lazily.
"What's wrong, beautiful? Cat got your tongue?"
Now, if it was me, I would have run screaming from the room and then, at a safe distance, call 911, but that's just me and my phobia about creepy, possessed by the devil, dummies. But the heroine in Purple Diamonds, far from being fazed, decides to engage in a suggestive flirtation with Oscar the lecherous dummy.
""Wanna touch me, don't you?" His lids lowered slightly, but his eyes followed her head. His voice dropped to a gravelly, come-hither pitch. "Do I get to touch you? Fair's fair."
His small gloved hand reached forward, much lower than Halley's face.
OMFG.
Did I mention the human being manipulating this horror is a pediatric doctor who puts on ventriloquist acts for sick children stuck on their hospital beds with no means of escape?
Forget 911, it's time for the troops!
The heroine though is seemingly turned on, although whether it's by the wooden dummy or the human dummy sporting wood, it's hard to tell.
" I wonder which of you is the best kisser?"
It was Mark's turn to feel his face flame. With Oscar as his spokesman, he could say and do anything. Without the dummy, Mark's insecurities surfaced.
"You can't kiss Oscar. Lipstick ruins his paint job."
BARF-BAG! BARF-BAG! Please, my kingdom for a barf-bag!!!
Harley lifted her eyes toward Mark.
"What do you think, Mark?"
"I want you.". His voice held a robot like quality.
Oscar's tenor voice replied, "Let's get physical."
Flustered, she felt her heart pound furiously. Oscar is Mark, Mark is Oscar, she reminded herself. They are one and the same.
This belongs to the horror genre, not a category romance!
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