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Автор Stuart Anne
Praise for
“A consummate mistress of her craft, Stuart crafts
a sophisticated romance that mirrors the rigours
of the era and adds her own punch of passion and
adventure so that her characters can have the time
of their lives. It is pure pleasure to indulge in this
part lighthearted, part deeply emotional and
all-glorious story. ”
“This taut romantic suspense novel from RITA ®
Award-winner Stuart delivers deliciously evil
baddies and the type of disturbing male
protagonist that only she can transform
into a convincing love interest… Brilliant
characterisations and a suitably moody ambience
drive this dark tale of unlikely love. ”
“[A] sexy, edgy, exceptionally well-plotted tale. ”
“Before I read…[a] Stuart book I make sure my day is free… Once I start, she has me hooked. ”
“A master at creating chilling atmosphere with a modern touch. ”
COLD AS ICE
ANNE
STUART
This is for all the people, friends and family,
who left me blessedly alone to write this,
gave me space and freedom from demands.
And for those of you who didn’t— well, you know who you are.
Acknowledgements
I couldn’t have done this without Jill Barnett and Barbara Samuel holding my hand and slapping me upside the head for being an idiot. I have to thank Bastien for inspiring me, blow a kiss to Clive Owen and say a special thank-you to everyone who fell in love with
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Genevieve Spenser adjusted her four-hundred-dollar sunglasses, smoothed her sleek, perfect chignon and stepped aboard the powerboat beneath the bright Caribbean sun. It was early April, and after a long, cold, wet winter in New York City she should have been ready for the brilliant sunshine dancing off the greeny blue waters.
Unfortunately she wasn’t in the mood to appreciate it. For one thing, she didn’t want to be there. She had a six-week sabbatical from her job as junior partner in the law firm of Roper, Hyde, Camui and Fredericks, and she’d been looking forward to something a great deal different. In two days’ time she’d be in the rain forests of Costa Rica with no makeup, no contact lenses, no high heels and no expectations to live up to. She’d been so ready to shed her protective skin that this final task seemed like an enormous burden instead of the simple thing it was.The Grand Cayman Islands were on her way to Central America. Sort of. And one extra day wouldn’t make any difference, Walter Fredericks had told her. Besides, what red-blooded, single, thirty-year-old female would object to spending even a short amount of time with
