“Blair Underwood Presents From Cape Town with Love”
Book author: Blair Underwood, Tananarive Due, and Steven Barnes
You hate breaking promises.
It’s not the look you see on the face of the person you’ve disappointed that bothers you—although that’s bad enough. And it’s not that you have a personal reputation to defend, but you do.
The problem with breaking promises is the guilt you’ll never assuage until you’ve made things better. And in the new book “Blair Underwood Presents From Cape Town with Love” by Underwood, Tananarive Due, and Steven Barnes, that “making better” part could get Tennyson Hardwick killed (c.2010, Atria, $25/$32.99 Canada. 365 pages).
Tennyson “Ten” Hardwick had a hard time following the knife. It stabbed the air quickly, like a sewing machine needle more than a weapon in the hands of a slight, bald man. But the display was no parlor trick: Ten knew a threat when he saw one.
Then, snakelike, the man melted into the crowd and Ten’s mind was back on the job, keeping the throng away from rich, gorgeous Sofia Maitlin as she hurried into the South African orphanage.
Maitlin had hired him to protect her as she visited the child she was adopting, and Ten took his work seriously.
Months later, the memory of that knife bothered Ten with a nagging unease. He’d since reconnected with an old high-school classmate who was beautiful, smart, and gave him plenty else to think about, but that disquiet returned afresh when Maitlin hired him to work security at her daughter Nandi’s birthday party.
Two hundred Hollywood parents and children were at the party, along with dozens of caterers and service workers. There were clowns at this party, carnies, and two elaborate inflatable bouncy-ships with lots of places for kids to hide - a security nightmare, in other words. And when the worst can happen, it always does.
Little Nandi was playing on an inflatable bouncy-ship where she went in but didn’t come out. A frantic afternoon search turned up nothing but an adult-sized hole in a back fence, and a hair ribbon the child had worn.
The ransom call came that evening. The kidnappers wanted $5 million, then more. And a little girl cried into the phone …
Hot enough for ya? No? Then turn up the heat because “From Cape Town with Love” grabs you by the shirtfront on page one, slams you into the action with no apology, and pins you there.
In this third book of the Tennyson Hardwick series, authors Blair Underwood, Tananarive Due, and Steven Barnes give readers a further peek into their main character’s personality while still preserving his sense of mystery. Bodyguard, sometime-actor, and former gigolo Tennyson Hardwick is cooler than a glacier, a man’s man who can’t resist women or responsibility but who has a soft spot that he’s not afraid to show. An enigmatic guy like that is hard to resist, so don’t even try.
Although this novel can be read as a stand-alone book, reading the previous two will give you a better frame of reference. You won’t mind, though, because “From Cape Town with Love” gives your summer so much more promise.
Truthfully, the bad news came as no surprise.
Your Mom hadn’t been feeling well lately, and for weeks you’d heard your parents whispering. You knew she was having some tests done. Still, when they finally told you she had cancer, you couldn’t believe it. You cried for 20 minutes, ran out of the house, kicked the door, or just quietly went to your room to think.
The song always pops up when you least expect it.
There you are, minding your own business, you hear a few notes, and you’re pulled back to a wonderful-horrible time, starry dreams, laughter, bitterness, love lost. That old love song might be just a “precious melody,” but it almost brings you to your knees.
Six o’clock, right on the nose.
That’s when your family sat down for the evening meal when you were a kid, and nobody dared be late.
Back then, Dad sat on one end of the table, Mom on the other, and you ate what was put in front of you.
All for one, and one for all.
That could’ve been the motto for you and your two best friends. Growing up, you were the Three Musketeers, sharing gossip, secrets, crushes, families, and truths. Everybody knew that you three were close as paint on a wall, and where there was one the other two weren’t far away.
Your child has caught some bug that’s going around.
He has a terminal case of The Gimmes, and he’s not getting any better. It’s “Gimme that” and “Buy me this” all day long. It’s Gimme Gimme Gimme, usually accompanied by whining, pleading, and a maddening inability to understand the word “no.”



