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Sweet rains / Nora Roberts.

By: Roberts, Nora.
Material type: TextTextPublisher: New York : Silhouette Books, c2010Description: 488 pages ; 17 cm.Content type: text Media type: unmediated Carrier type: volumeISBN: 9780373285907(pbk).Subject(s): Women journalists -- Fiction | Cooks -- Fiction | Restaurants -- FictionGenre/Form: Romance fiction.
Contents:
Second nature, c1985. -- Lessons learned, c1986.
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#1 New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author Nora Roberts presents two classic stories of love that arrives like a storm and changes everything...<br> <br> Second Nature<br> <br> Lee Radcliffe got the scoops that no one else did, the interviews nobody could score. Like bestselling horror writer--and notorious recluse--Hunter Brown. But she never expected that when she met the rugged, intense author, she'd be the one getting all the hard questions...and revealing more of herself than she'd ever dared. Or that he would show her a different way to live, and ultimately, to love.<br> <br> Lessons Learned<br> <br> Carlo Franconi embodied everything that Juliet Trent avoided in a client--he was arrogant, seductive, passionate and entirely too charming. But Juliet prided herself on being the consummate professional. Surely she could resist the famous chef, even if they were going to be spending every waking minute together. Even if Carlo was looking at her like a fine dish he just couldn't wait to taste...<br> <br>

Second nature, c1985. -- Lessons learned, c1986.

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<opt> <anon I1="BLANK" I2="BLANK">The week a magazine like Celebrity went to bed was utter chaos. Every department head was in a frenzy. Desks were littered, phones were tied up and lunches were skipped. The air was tinged with a sense of panic that built with every hour. Tempers grew short, demands outrageous. In most offices the lights burned late into the night. The rich scent of coffee and the sting of tobacco smoke were never absent. Rolls of antacids were consumed and bottles of eye drops constantly changed hands. After five years on staff, Lee took the monthly panic as a matter of course. Celebrity was a slick, respected publication whose sales generated millions of dollars a year. In addition to stories on the rich and famous, it ran articles by eminent psychologists and journalists, interviews with both statesmen and rock stars. Its photography was first-class, just as its text was thoroughly researched and concisely written. Some of its detractors might have termed it quality gossip, but the word quality wasn't forgotten. An ad in Celebrity was a sure bet for generating sales and interest and was priced accordingly. Celebrity was, in a tough, competitive business, one of the leading monthly publications in the country. Lee Radcliffe wouldn't have settled for less. "How'd the piece on the sculptures turn out?" Lee glanced up at Bryan Mitchell, one of the top photographers on the West Coast. Grateful, she accepted the cup of coffee Bryan passed her. In the past four days, she'd had a total of twenty hours' sleep. "Good," she said simply. "I've seen better art scrawled in alleys." Though she privately agreed, Lee only shrugged. "Some people like the clunky and obscure." With a laugh, Bryan shook her head. "When they told me to photograph that red and black tangle of wire to its best advantage, I nearly asked them to shut off the lights." "You made it look almost mystical." "I can make a junkyard look mystical with the right lighting." She shot Lee a grin. "The same way you can make it sound fascinating." A smile touched Lee's mouth but her mind was veering off in a dozen other directions. "All in a day's work, right?" "Speaking of which--" Bryan rested one slim jean-clad hip on Lee's organized desk, drinking her own coffee black. "Still trying to dig something up on Hunter Brown?" A frown drew Lee's elegant brows together. Hunter Brown was becoming her personal quest and almost an obsession. Perhaps because he was so completely inaccessible, she'd become determined to be the first to break through the cloud of mystery. It had taken her nearly five years to earn her title as staff reporter, and she had a reputation for being tenacious, thorough and cool. Lee knew she'd earned those adjectives. Three months of hitting blank walls in researching Hunter Brown didn't deter her. One way or the other, she was going to get the story. Excerpted from Sweet Rains: Second Nature; Lessons Learned by Nora Roberts All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.</anon> </opt>