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Sidney Sheldon's Mistress of the Game
     

Sidney Sheldon's Mistress of the Game

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by Sidney Sheldon, Tilly Bagshawe
 

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“The master of the storytelling game.”
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Sidney Sheldon’s masterful #1 New York Times bestseller Master of the Game has enthralled millions of readers the world over. Now, at long last, the breathtaking saga of the ambitious and powerful MacGregor/Blackwell family continues in Sidney Sheldon’s

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“The master of the storytelling game.”
People

Sidney Sheldon’s masterful #1 New York Times bestseller Master of the Game has enthralled millions of readers the world over. Now, at long last, the breathtaking saga of the ambitious and powerful MacGregor/Blackwell family continues in Sidney Sheldon’s Mistress of the Game. Author Tilly Bagshawe has picked up the master’s baton and delivered a magnificent tale of determination, greed, and very dark secrets in the distinct Sheldon vein that will mesmerize newcomers and confirmed Sidney Sheldon fans alike.

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Publishers Weekly
Bagshawe masterfully channels Sheldon in this sequel to his Master of the Game. A generation has passed and Kate Maxwell's grandchildren are ready to take control of the family business. With such ruthless protagonists, each more conniving and underhanded than the last, Bagshawe creates a suspenseful atmosphere in which anything can happen. Such a novel is a narrator's playground, and the gifted Karen Ziemba delivers. She portrays each character in a fresh and original light, while maintaining Bagshawe's slightly soap opera feel. Upbeat and intense, Ziemba invites listeners to come and play, and it's never been more fun. A Morrow hardcover (Reviews, June 29). (Sept.)

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9780061728396
Publisher:
HarperCollins Publishers
Publication date:
05/25/2010
Pages:
448
Sales rank:
123,329
Product dimensions:
4.26(w) x 6.88(h) x 1.23(d)

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Sidney Sheldon's Mistress of the Game

Chapter One

Danny Corretti looked down through the branches at the swirling mass of people below and felt gripped by a wave of vertigo.

"What the hell are we doing here?"

Closing his eyes, he tightened his grip around the ancient yew tree, making sure both he and his camera remained concealed in the thick green foliage.

"Making money," his companion whispered excitedly. "Look, there she is!"

"Where?"

Following his friend's line of vision, Danny Corretti trained his zoom lens on a figure huddled in the very center of the crowd of mourners. Dressed head to toe in black, with a thick, floor-length lace mantilla covering her immaculately cut Dior suit, it was impossible to make out her face. She could have been anyone. But she wasn't anyone.

"Are you kidding me?" Danny Corretti frowned. Below him the churchyard seemed to lurch ominously, the ancient graves rising and falling like horses on a ghoulish carousel. "I can't see shit. Are you sure it's her? It could be Johnny Carson under all that lace."

His companion grinned. "Not with that ass it couldn't. It's her all right."

From the tree to his left, Danny Corretti heard the low whir, whir, click of a rival camera. Refocusing his zoom, he began to shoot.

Come on, baby. Give Daddy a smile.

A clear shot of Eve Blackwell's face would be worth a cool hundred grand to whichever photographer got there first. Anyone skilled enough to capture her elusive baby bump could expect to earn twice that.

Two hundred grand!

Not a lot of money to the Blackwells perhaps, heirs to multibillion-dollar Kruger-Brent, Ltd., thediamond empire turned vast, multinational conglomerate that had made them the richest family in America; but a fortune to Danny Corretti. It was the Blackwells who had brought Danny and his fellow paparazzi to St. Stephen's churchyard on this chill February morning. They had come to bury their matriarch, Kate Blackwell, dead at last at the grand old age of ninety-two.

Look at them. Like bloated blackflies, swarming around the old lady's corpse. Revolting.

Danny Corretti felt his nausea return, but tried not to think about it, or about the excruciating pain in his back from being stuck up a tree for six straight hours. He longed to stretch out, but didn't dare move a muscle, in case he alerted the Kruger-Brent security guards to his presence. Watching the dour, black-clad figures pace the perimeter of the churchyard, pistols clutched like security blankets to their ex-Marine Corps chests, Danny Corretti felt a stab of fear. He doubted Kate Blackwell had hired any of them for their sense of humor.

You'll be okay. Just get the shot and get out of here. Come on, Eve, baby. Say cheese.

Danny Corretti wasn't really cut out for this sort of covert work. A tall, skinny man with preternaturally long legs and an unexpected shock of white-blond hair above his Italian olive complexion, there weren't too many hiding places in the Maine churchyard that could accommodate his lanky, six-foot-two frame. The yew tree had been his best option, but he'd had to arrive ludicrously early this morning to beat his rivals to such a coveted vantage point. As he clung to the upper branches now, every sinew of his body felt like it was on fire, despite the numbing cold of the day. He gritted his teeth, cursing his long legs to the heavens.

Just think of the money.

Ironically, if it weren't for his long legs, Danny wouldn't have been on this crazy job in the first place.

If it hadn't been for Danny's long legs, his mistress's husband would never have noticed his size-twelve feet sticking out from under the marital bed.

Ah, Carla. God, she was beautiful! Those breasts, as soft and succulent as two ripe peaches. No man could resist her. If only that neanderthal she married hadn't punched out early?.?.?.?

It was Danny's long legs that had gotten him beaten to a pulp and landed him (uninsured) in the local hospital. Thanks to his long legs, his wife, Loretta, had discovered his affair, divorced him, and taken the house. Now, thanks to his long legs, Loretta's rat-faced lawyer was demanding that Danny pay alimony to the tune of a thousand bucks a month.

A thousand bucks? Who did they think he was, Donald friggin' Trump?

Yes, Danny blamed his long legs entirely for his current predicament. Why else would he be spending his Sunday morning bent double and freezing his ass off in a four-hundred-year-old tree above a graveyard, risking his neck for one lousy picture of the woman the tabloids had dubbed "The Beast of the Blackwells"?

Danny Corretti's long legs had a lot to answer for.

He was gonna get that shot of Eve Blackwell if it killed him.

The priest's voice rang out through the February chill, deep and strong and powerful.

"Merciful God, you know the anguish of the sorrowful?.?.?."

Behind her thick veil, Eve Blackwell sneered. Sorrowful? To see that old witch dead and buried? Please. If I were ten years younger I'd be doing cartwheels.

Today Eve was burying one of her enemies. But she would not rest until she had buried them all.

One down, three to go.

"You are attentive to the prayers of the humble?.?.?."

Eve Blackwell glanced around at the small group of family and friends who had come to bid her grandmother Kate farewell and wondered if any of them could be described as humble.

There was her identical twin sister, Alexandra. At thirty-four, Alexandra was still a great beauty with her high cheekbones, mane of buttermilk hair and the striking gray eyes she had inherited from her great-grandfather, Kruger-Brent's founder, Jamie McGregor.

Eve's eyes narrowed with hatred. The same hatred she had felt for her twin since the day they emerged from the womb.

How dare she! How dare my sister still look beautiful.

Alexandra was weeping openly, clutching tightly to her son Robert's hand. Blond, delicate and sweet-natured, ten-year-old Robert was a carbon copy of his mother. A gifted pianist, he had been Kate Blackwell's favorite, and Kruger-Brent's heir apparent.

Not for much longer, thought Eve. Let's see how long the boy lasts without Kate around to protect him.

Eve Blackwell felt her chest tighten. How she loathed the pair of them, mother and son and their crocodile tears! If only it were Alexandra's body being lowered into the gaping, frozen earth today. Then Eve's happiness would truly be complete.

Beside Alexandra hovered her husband, the eminent psychiatrist Peter Templeton. Tall, dark, handsome and blue-eyed, Peter Templeton looked more like a quarterback than a psychiatrist. He and Alex made a handsome couple. Peter had once been arrogant enough to think he understood Eve. He believed he'd seen through her, through to the molten core of hatred that bubbled deep within. Alexandra, in her goodness, had never been able to see how much her twin sister hated her. But her husband knew better.

Sidney Sheldon's Mistress of the Game. Copyright © by Sidney Sheldon. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.

Meet the Author

The late novelist and screenwriter Sidney Sheldon remains one of the world's top bestselling authors, having sold more than 300 million copies of his books. Are You Afraid of the Dark? is his most recent in a long line of huge bestsellers. He is also the only writer to have won an Oscar, a Tony, and an Edgar. The Guinness Book of World Records heralds him as the most translated author in the world.

Tilly Bagshawe is a New York Times bestselling author whose books include Sidney Sheldon’s Chasing Tomorrow, Sidney Sheldon’s The Tides of Memory, Sidney Sheldon’s Angel of the Dark, Sidney Sheldon’s After the Darkness, and Sidney Sheldon’s Mistress of the Game. She lives in Los Angeles, California, and London with her husband and children.

Brief Biography

Hometown:
Los Angeles, California
Date of Birth:
February 11, 1917
Date of Death:
January 30, 2007
Place of Birth:
Chicago, Illinois
Education:
Northwestern University, 1935-36
Website:
http://www.twbookmark.com/features/sidneysheldon/index.html

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Sidney Sheldon's Mistress of the Game 3.6 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 90 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I read positive reviews before buying this book... and I was disappointed!! I'm a HUGE Sheldon fan and mourned his passing, so was really excited when someone picked up his torch. This new writer took whole paragraphs to do what Sheldon could do in one sentence. And while it was fun to hear what happened to those bad, bad Blackwells - since Master is probably my favorite Sheldon novel - this new writer even screwed up some facts from the original novel!! (Not huge errors, but certainly obvious to REAL Sheldon fans. I won't be buying another Sheldon book--the new writer isn't even CLOSE to being the Master!! Sheldon must be rolling over in his grave...
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
As a fan of Sidney Sheldon, I even own several of the movies made from his books, I feel the author of this book should have left Master Of The Game alone. For me this book fell flat because the author tried to make Gabe, the new Jamie McGregor and Lexi, the new Kate. From the incest to the poorly constructed sequences, I felt embarassed that something with Sidney Sheldon's name on the cover could come out so convoluted. I tried hard to like this book. But, you can't duplicate the mastery and art that Sheldon told his stories with. With this author, I don't know why she even tried.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Couldn't put it down.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Feel cover is misleading. Only baed on s.s. characters.
Dawn Milner More than 1 year ago
I thought it was a bit shaky...im not really into mystery/romance...but it was ok...i give it 3 stars!
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I love Sheldon's books but this one, by Tilly, was hard to follow. It jumped without warning but after I finished reading it was thought provoking... the book was left with a lot of unanswered questions.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
As always Sidney Sheldon has spun an unbelievable tale about the Blackwell family legacy. I was sucked in immediately and couldn't wait to find out what happened. Sheldon is definitely my favorite author!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I'm confused about the ending and a few of the main characters from "Master"  did not even make it into this book.  I was a little disappointed quite honestly
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Marycc More than 1 year ago
This was an awful book. I hated all the main characters and if there was a glimmer of goodness in anyone, the author made sure that didn't last. I always enjoyed Sidney Sheldon's books, but this one written by Tilly Bagshawe is not even close. Awful! Awful! Awful!
Yukiwildstar More than 1 year ago
I picked this book up and found that I could not put it down. Though I am a die hard Sidney Sheldon fan Tilly did an awesome job. My only pive is that it left me hanging in the end. I am hoping that there will be a continuation to this great tale. In true style of my favorite author I give her kudles and hope that I dont have to wait long for the final end to this saga.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
But not a super page turner like Master of The Game was. Worth the read, though.
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This is a sequence to Master of the Game. both of these books I could not put down once I had started them. Really recomment you read master of the game first and then Mistres of the game.
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