- Taschenbuch: 320 Seiten
- Verlag: Bantam; Auflage: Reprint (26. Oktober 2010)
- Sprache: Englisch
- ISBN-10: 0553593382
- ISBN-13: 978-0553593389
- Größe und/oder Gewicht: 10,7 x 2,2 x 17,5 cm
- Durchschnittliche Kundenbewertung: 1 Kundenrezension
- Amazon Bestseller-Rang: Nr. 10.648 in Fremdsprachige Bücher (Siehe Top 100 in Fremdsprachige Bücher)
Trust Me on This (Loveswept) (Englisch) Taschenbuch – 26. Oktober 2010
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Jennifer Crusie is the bestselling and award-winning author of twenty contemporary novels. Her work has been published in twenty-three countries.
Leseprobe. Abdruck erfolgt mit freundlicher Genehmigung der Rechteinhaber. Alle Rechte vorbehalten.
Dennie went flying through the brass-framed revolving doors of the Riverbend Queen Hotel, her cheeks glowing from the April wind, and plowed right into a handsome, lanky blond in the middle of the red-flocked hotel lobby.
“I’m so sorry,” she said, and he smiled at her, a shy smile that might have warmed her heart if she hadn’t just given up men for the duration. He looked like her type: easy to enslave.
“That’s all right,” he said. “It was my fault. Not lookin’ where I was goin’.” He stuck out his hand. “I’m Brian Bondman. Pleased to meet you.”
Dennie shook his hand once. “My pleasure.” She turned to go, but he held on.
“You sure are a pretty sight comin’ through that door—” he began.
Dennie tugged her hand back. “Thank you.” She turned to go again, but he’d sidled around her so she was face-to-face with him.
“I sure would be willin’ to take you to dinner tonight to make up for this,” he said and ducked his head at his own temerity.
This is an act, Dennie told herself. Nobody drops that many g’s naturally. It would be interesting to know why it was an act, but not very. “No,” she said, and pulled her hand away. “But thank you anyway.” Then she turned and headed for the brass-edged registration desk before he could leap in front of her and offer drinks, frozen yogurt, or breakfast. He had the look of a man who didn’t quit trying, all that aw shucks to the contrary.
“I have a reservation,” she told the registration clerk. “Dennie Banks?”
The clerk took her form when she’d signed it, handed her the key card to her room, and said, “Is there anything else?”
This was it. Don’t waste a minute, she told herself. Dennie leaned forward. “Yes, I’m supposed to meet Janice Meredith here. Do you know—?”
“She’s in the Ivy Room,” the clerk said. “Right over there beyond the bar.”
“Could you hold my bag for me, please?” Dennie passed her carry-on over the desk. “I don’t want to miss her.”
Be firm, she told herself as she headed for the restaurant. Be professional and firm and focused. Believe in yourself.
Alec had taken it all in from his well-upholstered seat in the mahogany and brass hotel bar, and he’d never been more delighted to see a hunch pay off. He’d been watching Bond case the lobby when the brunette had started up the steps to the revolving door. Bond saw her at the same time and moved to meet her, deliberately running into her as she came through the doors, and Alec thought, Nice touch. Anybody seeing them would swear it was an accident. The brunette had smiled at him and moved away almost immediately, but Alec knew they’d spoken. Bond had even faked disappointment as she’d walked away.
Watching the brunette now, Alec sympathized with Bond; it wouldn’t be hard faking disappointment if this woman walked away from you. Glossy dark brown curls bounced on her shoulders, and her smile heated the lobby. She walked past him to the registration desk, and he watched her hips move under her fluid red dress. She had a great swing to her.
Normally he’d wait until the con approached him; it was safer, less suspicious, but this was a woman any man would approach. In fact, he told himself, it would be more suspicious if he didn’t approach her, and the last thing he wanted was to be more suspicious. So when she handed her bag to the clerk and turned toward the restaurant next to the bar, he moved to meet her, just like any red-blooded American man in his right, if gullible, mind would do.
“Are you all right, ma’am?” he asked. “You hit that guy pretty hard.”
She smiled briefly and stepped away, turning toward the restaurant, her red skirt flaring around her very nice calves. “I’m fine, thank you.”
“You might want a brandy.” Alec eased himself alongside her. “It would be my privilege to buy you one. I’m a stranger here myself, but I do know how to buy a pretty lady a brandy.”
She stopped and her eyes got narrower. “Is there some kind of convention here besides pop literature? Some farm-boy thing?”
“I don’t know.” Alec tried to look open and eager to please. “I could sure find out. I’m all alone here, got plenty of time, and it would be a real act of kindness if you’d join me.” The woman opened her mouth to protest and he finished, “Now don’t you worry about a thing. I got plenty of money and I’d just love to spend it on you. Would you like—?”
“No,” she said, moving away from him again. “I wouldn’t like anything you could give me. Thank you anyway.”
She disappeared into the restaurant and Alec watched her go, still wincing a little from the “anything you could give me” line. Better marks than he were evidently having brunch. He gave her a couple of minutes and then trailed in after her, taking a table across the room where he could watch her without seeming to.
As soon as he sat down, he knew he was in trouble. She was there all right, but sitting in the booth next to her were his aunt Victoria and two of her friends, all of whom had known him since babyhood. All he needed was for one of them to spot him across the room and start yodeling hellos, and his cover would be history. He sidled out again, but not before he noticed the brunette was eavesdropping on them.
Five minutes later, Harry picked up the phone and said, “What?”
“Harry, that’s a lousy way to answer the phone,” Alec said. “You’ve still got seven years to go until retirement. Try a little polish, a little sophistication.”
“At two-thirty in the afternoon, when all hell is breaking loose, and you’re sitting on your butt in Ohio instead of here where you belong, you get ‘What?’,” Harry growled. “You want me polished and sophisticated, you call another time.”
Welche anderen Artikel kaufen Kunden, nachdem sie diesen Artikel angesehen haben?
- Alec, ein Regierungsbeamter, der mit seinem Boss Harry und seiner Tante einen Immobilienbetrüger fassen will
- Victoria, besagte Tante, die mit ihrem Freundinnen eine Literaturkonferenz besucht und zufällig in die Ermittlungen hineingezogen wird
- Dennie, die an der selben Konferenz teilnimmt um eine tolle Story über eine der Freundinnen von Vitoria zu schreiben
- Mr. Bond, der Immobilienschwindler
Die Geschichte lebt davon, dass Alec Dennie fälschlicherweise für die Komplizin von Mr. Bond hält, speziell da sich Dennie an Alec heranmacht um über ihn an Victoria heranzukommen, die Mr. Bonds Opfertyp genau entspricht. Dabei will sie eigentlich nur Victorias Hilfe haben um an ihre Story zu kommen.
Es folgen jede Menge Verwechslungen, zusätzliche Verwirrung durch das Einschalten der Polizei und die Chemie zwischen Victoria/Harry sowie Alex/Dennie darf auch nicht zu kurz kommen.
Eine kurzweilige Geschichte, die nur so von pointierten Dialogen sprüht. Da der Inhalt dennoch etwas flach bleibt gebe ich nicht die volle Punktzahl.
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Dennie Banks is stuck in a dead-end society page reporter's job and decides to take charge of her life and get an interview with a famous writer who's know for her astute observations about interpersonal relationships. However Dennie has just gotten the scoop that the writer is on the verge of a divorce, and she sees this as her chance for the big time. Alec Prentice works for the government investigating fraud cases. He is on the trail of a land swindler, and just happens to wind up at the same conference that Dennie is attending. Of course, he mistakes her for the swindler's accomplice, and the story takes off from there. It is pure fun to watch two people who are used to getting their own way on charm alone finally meet their match.
In other hands this would be a trite and ho-hum story, but Ms. Crusie's excellent characterizations and sharp dialogue make this a joy to read. What I like best about her writing is that she lets you know all of the main characters' thoughts and emotions, not just the female lead. This is one book that is worth finding, and here's hoping that it'll be reissued soon.
Reporter Dennie Banks is in a bad place professionally, so she needs a good story, an important story. Her best idea is to go to an upcoming Literary Conference to try to interview a famous feminist author, the authority on what makes a good marriage. See, Dennie has just caught wind of the woman's impending divorce, and she just knows this will be an incredible story.
Of course, Dennie very definitely does not intend to exploit this story. Oh, no, she wants to help, she wants to make sure the first story to come out about it is respectful and sympathetic, hoping this might set the tone for the rest of the press' coverage. Too bad she doesn't handle the initial approach very well. The author doesn't believe her, and Dennie ends up accused of harassment and almost kicked out of the hotel where the conference is taking place. But she refuses to give up. She will get this interview, even if she has to approach her quarry in an indirect way, maybe through one of her friends...
Also present at the hotel is Alec Prentice, a Federal agent working undercover to catch a conman. Alec is there with his aunt Victoria, a well-known academic. Through some funny coincidences, he becomes convinced that Dennie is an accomplice of the conman he's hunting, and so it begins: Alec trying to use Dennie to get at his man, and Dennie trying to use Alec to get at her woman, because it just so happens that Alec's aunt is very good friends with her...
I think what I loved best of all here was the dialogue. That was the main thing that kept me smiling. No one does banter like Crusie. It's witty and funny and it makes the chemistry between Alec and Dennie just sizzle.
And there is quite a lot of chemistry between them in the first place. There's tons of energy in their relationship, and you could see the compatibility perfectly. Sometimes you don't really understand why these two people in particular are so hung up on one another, but with Alec and Dennie it's so obvious. It's really obvious they are absolutely perfect for one another, and when they think that they'll never find someone who suits them so well as the other person, I had to agree completely.
There's also a wonderful secondary romance here, between Harry, Alec's boss, and Victoria, his aunt. This was a surprisingly sweet romance, considering how strong and temperamental these were, and though they don't get much space, Harry and Victoria totally steal the show when they're onstage.
Even the conman plot (which is a theme I usually don't see why people are so fascinated with, really), with all its comings and goings, was entertaining and felt fresh. I really urge you to pick this one up if you ever come accross it in a UBS, and not just because of the great resale value!
I am so disappointed that I will delete this one from my Kindle and surely not buy the print book as I usually do.
Sorry, Ms Crusie. I can tell you that I have read your others until the print books are ragged, and I put them on Kindle so I would not lose them. I laugh, I cry, I enjoy - I love all the others that are just YOU. You are amazing and I hate that I did not like this one. I can't afford every book because I am on a limited budget now, but I will still give them a try. I just hope there are no more along this line.