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Just One Touch (Summer on Martha's Vineyard, Band 246) - Softcover

Buch 3 von 6: Coles Family Series

Norfleet, Celeste O.

 
9780373862214: Just One Touch (Summer on Martha's Vineyard, Band 246)
Softcover
ISBN 10: 0373862210 ISBN 13: 9780373862214
Verlag: Harlequin Kimani Romance, 2011

Inhaltsangabe

Her bottom line:

Journalist Tatiana Coles is famous for doing anything for a story—including putting herself in harm's way. Now, on vacation in Martha's Vineyard, she faces her greatest challenge: getting an exclusive on reclusive media mogul Spencer Cage. Putting his words to her paper will fast-track her career. But it also means facing the man she loved and lost.

Their work stays on the page…

Spencer plays by nobody's rules but his own. Three years ago he and Tatiana were inseparable. Which made her betrayal all the more unforgivable. Now the self-made entrepreneur intends to have his sweet revenge: a summer the traitorous news correspondent will never forget.

Not in the bed

All it takes is one kiss to reignite desire. But how can he avoid putting his own heart on the line? Because now Spencer and Tatiana are playing for the highest stakes of all—a second chance at love…

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Über die Autorin bzw. den Autor

An award winning and national best-selling author of over thirty critically acclaimed novels, Celeste O. Norfleet is a prolific writer of both romance and young adult novels. Her young adult novels are realistic with a touch of humor. They depict strong characters with unpredictable plots and have exciting storylines that delve into dramatic fiction reflecting current issues facing American teens. Celeste currently enjoys a quiet life in Virginia with her family.

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Tatiana Coles turned the doorknob and was surprised to find the front door unlocked. She figured it was okay, so she walked in. After all, the guesthouse cottage was all hers and her sisters' for the next thirty days. She'd gotten the key from the owners—the Sullivans—who were friends of her parents. Her timing was perfect. They were leaving for their month-long cruise just as she was arriving. The Sullivans had been running late and apologized for being so abrupt, but that was just fine with Tatiana. The last thing she needed was questions about her job, and she knew Mr. Sullivan—a retired news reporter—was bound to be a little suspicious. Her boss was still trying to contact her. And she knew there'd be ramifications when she got back, but right now she didn't care. All she cared about was thirty days of drama-free relaxation, sun, sand and beach.

Still, every time she thought about the assignment they had wanted her to take in Paris she fumed. She was a journalist, not a babysitter. For the first two and a half years of her career, she'd traveled the world reporting on important issues. She'd interviewed heads of state, business and industry leaders, national politicians and celebrities, covering everything from the economy to the war to healthcare. Her byline and reputation were among the most highly regarded in the media.

Then six months ago everything changed. One stupid corporate executive propositioned her after an interview, and she'd turned him down. As a result, he filed a libel suit against the media company she worked for, mostly because her article had made him look foolish— although that's not what the lawsuit alleged. Either way, she was relegated to writing puff pieces and filler until the whole thing blew over or the CEO dropped his suit.

The reason her boss gave her for being demoted was even more insulting. He'd said she wasn't up to the challenge of interviewing anymore. But the last straw had been the Paris assignment: she was being sent to watch over one of the news magazine's worst reporters. He was slated to interview the alleged head of a terrorist group tied to a recent string of violent attacks.

It was insane. She knew he had no idea how to conduct the interview or what to ask. Still he'd gotten the assignment. In protest, she'd decided to abruptly take a leave of absence. It was hasty, childish, impulsive and unprofessional, but she didn't care. Lately, she didn't care much about a lot of things in her life. She was aggravated and stressed and in need of some serious down time. And the temporary leave was perfect.

"Hey! Surprise! Guess who's here," she called out, holding the door open with her hip as she noisily stumbled inside. Loaded down with two large suitcases, she rolled them in front of the door to keep it propped open and then placed her laptop and handbag on the floor beside her luggage.

"Nikita? Natalia? Anybody! How about a little help?" she yelled louder this time, somehow managing to maneuver the suitcases inside the door and close it behind her. She paused, catching her breath, and took a quick look around. The Sullivans—Jeff and Theresa—were her parents' friends. They owned the summer house and the small cottage next to it on a private beach in Martha's Vineyard. For years, the Coles would visit them in the Vineyard during the summertime, and the Sullivans would visit the Coles in Key West in the winter. After college, Tatiana's brothers used to rent the Sullivan's beach cottage for a month. But in the last five years, she and her sisters had taken over the summer rental. Now, every year for the month of August, it was all theirs.

"Niki, Nat, you guys around?" she called out as she grabbed her purse and laptop and put them on the table behind the sofa. There was no reply. "Niki, Nat," she called out again, expecting one or both of her sisters to answer. She rolled her suitcases to the bottom of the stairs. She drew in a deep breath and then exhaled slowly as a contented, easy smile spread across her lips. Thank God she was finally here. After hours of traveling, all she could think about was relaxing on the beach. Looking out at the ocean view, all the craziness she'd endured to get there was certainly worth it. Hanging out with her sisters always revived her spirit and she was definitely in need of that now.

"Nikita, Natalia." She went upstairs and peeked into each of the three bedrooms. The beds were perfectly made, as if they hadn't been slept in for days. She took the same bedroom she usually did, freshened up, changed into a purple bikini and slipped on a pair of baggy sweatpants. Afterward, she took off her ponytail clip and ran her fingers through her long curls as she walked over to the window. Pulling the sheers back, she looked out at the vast cerulean sky. Dusk was looming and the view from the window was spectacular and serene. She hadn't realize how much she missed being here. She went back downstairs, grabbed her cell and turned it on for the first time in hours to call her sister Nikita.

The call went directly to voice mail. "Hey, where are you? I hope you're out grabbing something to eat because I'm starved. I haven't eaten anything since I left London. That was nearly sixteen hours ago. I'm thinking seafood. Call me," she said, leaving a message.

She slipped her phone into the pocket of her sweatpants and looked around, this time more attentively. It had been years since she'd been here last and it seemed that everything about the place in the Vineyard had changed. The only thing she remembered being the same was the large stone fireplace in the living room. It was made of old mason stones left in their rugged, natural state. It was the cornerstone of the room. She walked over and rubbed her hand along the rough edges.

Tatiana fondly remembered the summers spent at the cottage when she was young. She and her siblings would hide notes in a loose stone just below the mantel. It was their little secret. Looking at the fireplace, she wondered if their cubbyhole was still there. She struggled with the large stone, trying to pry it a loose. It usually came out easily, but this time it didn't. So much for childhood memories.

She turned to look at the open floor plan of the family room. At one time the cottage had a distinctly rustic style. But a few years ago the Sullivans renovated the house so that it had a more contemporary design, much like a casually elegant resort. The furniture was comfortable with an eclectic mix of modern and organic pieces. The two small windows she'd remembered from years past were now a wall of French doors with panes of glass above the doorframe angled under the eaves of the house, which allowed more sunlight to stream into the great room. Overhead, large ceiling fans hung from the massive beams in the vaulted ceiling that was punctuated with recessed lights.

Tatiana opened the French doors to let the fresh air clear the stuffiness out of the cottage. The day was nearly over and the heat had not let up. She took a deep breath filling her lungs with the salty air of the Vineyard, and thought how good it was to be back. It was good to be anywhere, she thought, as she stepped out onto the back porch.

A sultry breeze enveloped her as the sweet smell of fresh flowers brought back so many memories. In a flash, the sky had suddenly changed. The horizon was a stunning vibrant mix of bright reds, purples and blues. From the porch, she could see a large expanse of white-sand beach that receded with the tide. Just as she stepped down from the porch, her cell phone rang. She checked the caller ID, sat down on one of the outdoor chairs, put her cell on the table and put...

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Verlag
Harlequin Kimani Romance
Erscheinungsdatum
2011
Sprache
Englisch
ISBN 10 
0373862210
ISBN 13 
9780373862214
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Taschenbuch
Anzahl der Seiten
224
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