I don't want to be too hard on Sandra Brown. If you know what to expect I suppose, "Long time Coming" will not disappoint. It's a bit like the stories writing in 'Womans Realm' only steamier. The kind of book that usually has a picture of an impossibly handsome man with a buxom and desperate woman clinging helplessly to his virile chest (can a chest be virile?). Formula romantic fiction, no surprises. Ms Brown follows the formula well, reflecting back to the presumably working class, thirty-something housewife, her ultimate suburban fantacy - desprately rich handsome hero walks into your life and forgoes beautiful beach babes for your charms. Nothing wrong with that. No spelling mistakes. It's just not the book to buy if, like me, you were looking for a more sophisticated, modern, less cliche ridden read. If you don't want to feel that you could have written the book with one or two pointers from the 'Mills and Boone' brigade, yourself. Marnie's son David almost breaks throught to become endearing, but is smothered in so much apple pie sweetness that your teeth zing. The story line just plain silly. But as I said, that's ok. This is a little book, that you might read if you found it in your maiden aunts bedside cabinate by accident, but if you don't go for cheesy, cheesy, double cheese burger stick with Marian Keyes or Jennifer Cruise instead.