Not Even for Love

Not Even for Love

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by Sandra Brown
     
 

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Sandra Brown, author of fifty New York Times bestsellers, is known for creating gripping love stories filled with insight and emotion. Here she explores the conflict facing a young woman abroad who's torn between two men -- one who wants her to be his wife and one who wants her to be his lover.

On the surface, Jordan Hadlock has it all. A great job managing

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Sandra Brown, author of fifty New York Times bestsellers, is known for creating gripping love stories filled with insight and emotion. Here she explores the conflict facing a young woman abroad who's torn between two men -- one who wants her to be his wife and one who wants her to be his lover.

On the surface, Jordan Hadlock has it all. A great job managing the English newsstand in the old quarter of Lucerne, Switzerland. And rich and renowned Swiss industrialist Helmut Eckherdt intent on marrying her, even though she hasn't said yes. What more could she ask for? A clap of thunder and a pounding on her door soon give her an answer. Reeves Grant appears seeking shelter from a sudden downpour, but the real storm is inside Jordan and the passion they share that night. The next morning he disappears without a trace.

Still reeling from the encounter, Jordan plays hostess at Helmut's lavish dinner party, where she receives two more shocks. Helmut announces that he and Jordan are to be wed -- at the very same moment she spies Reeves Grant snapping pictures of the event and her new "fiancé." Now Jordan is moving toward the altar with a man she likes but doesn't love. And working on a feature of the wealthy Helmut -- often only inches away from her -- is photojournalist Reeves Grant, bringing with him all the memories of the emotions she felt one special night, emotions she can't help reliving whenever he is near.

In Not Even for Love, Sandra Brown, as always, captures the wild fluctuations between doubt and desire in complex relationships...as she offers us the engrossing tale of a woman who must learn to trust her instincts to discover exactly who she is and what she wants.

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Sandra Brown fans will be wild about this handsome hardcover edition of Not Even for Love, a timeless story of a woman and the two men who love her that spent more than two decades out of print. After her husband's death, Jordan Hadlock leaves her midwestern hometown looking for a change. She finds it, as well as the stability she craves, managing a bookstore in Lucerne, Switzerland, and soon becomes involved with aristocratic Swiss businessman Helmut Eckherdt. But Jordan is determined never to risk her happiness on love again, and she intends to let the wealthy, powerful man follow through on his offer to marry her. Then one stormy night, she offers shelter to American photojournalist Reeves Grant. The handsome stranger bursts into her life and, in one mad moment, she surrenders to passion and shares intimacies with Reeves she's never permitted her would-be fiancé. Afterward, Jordan realizes it's now impossible for her to agree to marry Helmut...but she believes she can never marry Reeves, either. After all, it was her desire for security that ruined her first marriage. How can she hope to be happy with a man who has built his career on risking his life while traveling the world? Trust Sandra Brown to find a way to bring these star-crossed lovers together. Sue Stone

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9780446531627
Publisher:
Grand Central Publishing
Publication date:
05/02/2003
Pages:
192
Product dimensions:
5.84(w) x 8.50(h) x 0.77(d)

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Not Even for Love


By Sandra Brown

Warner Books

Copyright © 1982 Sandra Brown
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0446531626


Chapter One

The man finished the champagne in the fragile crystal stem and set it on the silver tray deftly held aloft by a passing servant. The tuxedoed waiter paused momentarily for the man to avail himself of another glass of the bubbly wine, then disappeared into the chattering crowd.

Reeves Grant sipped at his fresh glass of champagne, wondering why he had even taken it. He didn't want it. Everything had suddenly gone sour. Even the world's most expensive vintage left a brassy taste in his mouth. Derisive green eyes swept across the august assembly of celebrities and VIPs, surveying it with tolerant boredom.

An aging but still beautiful French film star was strategically draped on the arm of her new husband, an oil tycoon from Tulsa, Oklahoma. West Germany's gold-medal-winning Olympic downhill racer was earnestly hustling a sulky, sensuous princess from a Mediterranean country, but she studiously ignored him. A New York designer and his "companion and protégé," both dressed in flaming pink tuxedoes, were entertaining a group of avid listeners with a malicious tale about a former cover girl model who had gained forty pounds and had come to them for a figure-camouflaging wardrobe.

All in all, the crowd were rich, famous, or important. Or a combination of all three. Or merely outrageously notorious for one reason or another.

Greeting them all with dignified graciousness was the host of the lavish reception. Tall, strong, and lithe of figure, he looked to be exactly what he was, a Swiss industrialist of incalculable wealth. His blond, blue-eyed good looks secured his position on the list of the world's "beautiful people."

Disobedient green eyes refused a cerebral command and unerringly moved to the woman standing beside the millionaire. She was dressed in a stunning white gown. White, for God's sake! he thought snidely.

Twenty-four hours hadn't dimmed Reeves Grant's memory of how beautiful she was. The one-shoulder Dior sheath was worthy competition for any other gown there. The opal and diamond necklace around her slender throat was as exquisite as any of the jewelry that bedecked the other women in the room, and its simplicity was almost virtuous by comparison.

Her hair came close to being styled too casually for the formal occasion. It wasn't loose and flowing as Reeves had last seen it. Instead it was swept up into a knot at the top of her head. But the secreted pins seemed to have a tenuous hold on those dark, thick, glossy strands, a few of which had already escaped their confines. With the least amount of encouragement-say, a man's caressing fingers-the whole mass would probably come tumbling down around his lucky hand.

Dammit! What the hell is the matter with you? he demanded of himself. He had been suckered, but good. Yet, like some masochistic fool, he couldn't keep his eyes away from her. The question kept repeating itself in his brain: What had she been doing in that bookshop last night? Or better still, what was she doing here? Among all this? These people? With that man? The tiny modest apartment over the bookshop and this palatial reception room with its frescoed and gilded ceiling, its marble floors, its glittering chandeliers, had nothing to do one with the other. She didn't belong here. She belonged in that infinitesimal kitchen with its cheery percolator and the smell of fresh coffee. He could still see her curled up in the corner of that short sofa, one of the comfortable pillows hugged to her breasts ... Damn!

Leaving the dregs of the champagne, he set the glass on a small table. His Nikon camera hung around his neck by its thin leather cord, and he adjusted it now. He was so accustomed to the camera being like an extension of himself that it didn't seem incongruous with his evening clothes. The crowd, well used to being photographed, seemed not to notice the camera either as Reeves threaded his way through them, his eyes intent on the cameo profile of the woman as she shook hands with a Belgian diplomat. The man at her side had just introduced him to her.

She leaned over the man several inches shorter than herself and spoke courteously to him, though her words eluded Reeves as he brought the camera up to his expert eye. He adjusted the ring around the lens until the delicate features of her face sprang into focus.

She was accepting the diplomat's officious kiss on the back of her hand when the photographer snapped the shutter. The automatic flashing device on his camera startled her, and she turned her head in the direction from which it had come. Quickly, he rolled the focus ring again as her face now filled his lens. Her smile was tentative, shy, and self-conscious as he pressed the shutter release.

This time the flash hit her full in the eyes and she was momentarily blinded. A dark forest of lashes blinked over gray eyes several times before she could clearly see. The photographer slowly lowered the camera away from his eyes, green eyes that impaled her with a ferocious, accusatory glower.

Her gracious smile froze for an instant before it totally collapsed. The eyes widened perceptibly. The mysterious rings around the irises grew darker. A darting pink tongue flicked over lips suddenly gone dry. Then the lips formed a small, round, surprised O.

Reeves had seen that same expression of wonder and caution just last night. It had been raining. The thunder had echoed through the narrow alleys and bounced off the stone walls of the ancient buildings of Lucerne, Switzerland. Rain had pelted his bare head.

But suddenly the storm had ceased to matter. When he saw her face through the glass door of the bookshop his other senses had rested while his vision reigned supreme, devouring her image.

(Continues...)



Excerpted from Not Even for Love by Sandra Brown Copyright © 1982 by Sandra Brown
Excerpted by permission. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.

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Meet the Author

Sandra Brown is the author of over sixty-seven New York Times bestsellers. There are over eighty million copies of her books in print worldwide, and her work has been translated into thirty-four languages. She lives in Texas. For more information you can visit www.SandraBrown.net.

Brief Biography

Hometown:
Arlington, TX
Date of Birth:
March 12, 1948
Place of Birth:
Waco, Texas
Education:
Honorary Doctorate of Humane Letters, Texas Christian University, 2008
Website:
http://www.sandrabrown.net/

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Not Even for Love 3.9 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 29 reviews.
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I thought it was slow and it didn't catch my eye until the middle of the story. Overall it was OK. I still love her novels!!!!
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Carriebear More than 1 year ago
This is my second Sandra Brown Book. I must say, she is "Fab" "U" "Lous". I can't wait to read her other books. She has a way about her writing that has you feeling the emotions her characters are going through. I can't get enough of them. You won't want to put it down.
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