Does anyone write this type of story better than Jill Mansell? Such a knack for mixing fantasy and reality, glamourous jet-setters and down-to-earth folks. She's really in a class of her own, and Solo is one of her best. Although it's an earlier novel, re-released recently, it truly stands the test of time. Tessa and Holly are unlikely best friends, but best friends to nth degree they are. Holly, flamboyant and spoiled has fallen for Max. Max, a handsome, wealthy hotel owner (oh, yeah, he's also a best-selling author) is a teeny bit of a womanizer and loves women who are the polar opposite of over-the-top Holly. Tessa's a proud, independent, poor (but gifted) painter. She allows Holly to drag her along to a party, where she meets Max's younger brother, Ross - the business brains of the two, better looking, and more than a teensy bit of a womanizer. Tessa knows he's not her type, but she also knows a good opportunity and a one night stand ensues. Two problems - Ross falls for Tessa hard and Tessa starts craving weird foods and gaining weight 6 weeks later.Oops. Mansell mixes in a huge cast of characters, but they all have relevance to the story and are so delicious. The baddies are bad, the good guys are wonderful. Of course, you know the ending will be happy, despite some real tears along the way. I agree with another reviewer - Solo is a terrific way to bide the time until the next new Jill Mansell book.