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S'està carregant… Forever (2 in 1: Rules of the Game / The Heart's Victory)de Nora Roberts
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The Heart's Victory: "Once, Cynthia 'Foxy' Fox pursued racecar driver Lance Matthews, who dismissed her teenage attentions as a simple crush. Now a professional photographer, she is assigned to cover the racing circuit--and seeing him again thrills her even as she finds his dangerous career unnerving. Lance cannot believe the awkward girl he once knew has become a confident and desirable woman. And fate has given him the opportunity to discover who Foxy really is--and if the love she once felt for him can be rekindled"--Back cover.
Rules of the Game: "Brooke Gordon left her orphaned and impoverished childhood in the dust when she rose to prominence as a respected television director. She has no time or tolerance to coach arrogant baseball champion Parks Jones how to hit his marks for a thirty-second spot no matter how charming he appears on and off camera. But Parks isn't a man used to striking out with wome--and he's discovered that waiting for Brooke to throw him the perfect pitch will win him a lifetime of love"--Back cover. No s'han trobat descripcions de biblioteca. |
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Parks Jones was insufferable, with an inflated ego Brooke Gordon was dying to pop. Unfortunately, he was brilliant…and her client's spokesman. Problem! Double trouble if she admitted her intense attraction—and that sure wasn't going to happen. But Parks had other plans, and he was willing to break a few rules to convince Brooke that love wasn't just a game to him, it meant forever.
The Heart's Victory
What's a young woman to do when she comes face-to-face with the man who broke her heart years before…and realizes she still has a case of unrequited lust for him? Ignore him, of course! But it wasn't easy for Cynthia "Foxy" Fox to keep her true feelings for Lance Matthews at bay. And she wondered what it would take for him to see his best friend's kid sister in a whole new light.
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"A jock. Terrific." Brooke took a long swallow of strong black coffee, tipped back in her glove-soft leather chair and scowled. "I love it."
"No need to be sarcastic," Claire returned mildly. "If de Marco wants to use an athlete for promotion, why should you object?" She gazed absently at the chunky gold ring on her right hand. "After all," Claire continued in her dry voice, "you'll be making quite a bit directing the commercials."
Brooke sent Claire a characteristic look. Direct, uncompromising gray eyes bored into the soft blue of the older woman's. One of Brooke's greatest talents, and her greatest weapons, was her ability to stare down anyone from a corporate president to a temperamental actor. She'd developed the knack early as a defense against her own insecurity and had since refined it to an art. It was an art, however, that didn't impress Claire Thorton. At forty-nine, she was the head of a multimillion-dollar company that she'd started with brains and guts. For nearly a quarter of a century, she had run things her way, and she intended to keep right on doing so.
She'd known Brooke for ten years—since Brooke had been an eighteen-year-old upstart who had wheedled her way into a job with Thorton Productions. Then she'd watched Brooke work her way up from gofer to gaffer, from gaffer to assistant cameraman and from there to director. Claire had never regretted the impulse that had led her to give Brooke her first fifteen-second commercial.
Intuition had been the basis for Claire's success with Thorton Productions, and intuitively she had sensed sharp talent in Brooke Gordon. In addition, Claire knew her, understood her, as few others did. Perhaps it was because they shared two basic traits—ambition and independence.
After a moment, Brooke gave up with a sigh. "A jock," she muttered again as she gazed around her office.
It was one small room, the pale amber walls lined with prints of stills from dozens of her commercials. There was a two-cushion sofa—reupholstered in chocolate-colored corduroy—not comfortable enough to encourage long visits. The chair with a tufted back had been picked up at a yard sale along with a coffee table that leaned slightly to the left.
Brooke sat behind an old, scarred desk that had a drawer that wouldn't quite close. On it were piles of papers, a gooseneck lamp and assorted disposable pens and broken pencils. The pens and pencils were jammed in a Sevres vase. Behind her at the window, a dieffenbachia was slowly dying in an exquisitely worked pottery bowl. ( )