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No Red Roses: A Loveswept Classic Romance [Kindle Edition]

Iris Johansen
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In a classic story from #1 New York Times bestselling author Iris Johansen, two strangers navigate the territory of their hearts—and the irresistible pull of desire.
 
After taking a break from pop stardom to turn his musical hand to composing—earning both a Tony and an Oscar for his efforts—Rex Brody is making a triumphant return to performing with a sold-out, coast-to-coast tour. But he has one crucial stop to make first: his aunt’s home in New Hampshire. A local psychic is bilking his beloved aunt, and Rex is seeing red. But when he meets the woman’s gorgeous niece, his anger quickly yields to desire. Rex Brody always gets what he wants . . . and what he wants is to take this beautiful brunette on the road with him.
 
Tamara Ledford lives a quiet life in a rural community, and she’s quite happy with it. As a skilled herbalist and canny businesswoman, she’s making a name for herself—even if her reputation in other areas dates back to her high school years. Though she tries to be as discreet and reserved as possible, there’s a sultry woman burning at her core. But when the arrogant and extremely intriguing Rex Brody makes a play for her, Tamara fights her instincts. Their chemistry seems highly combustible, but can a small-town girl really find happiness with big-time star?


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About the Author

Iris Johansen s the New York Times bestselling author of The Treasure, Killer Dreams, On the Run, Countdown, Firestorm, Fatal Tide, Dead Aim, No One to Trust, and more.

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One

With a sigh of relief, Tamara Ledford pulled into the driveway of the roomy old Victorian house where she’d lived all her twenty-three years. The gracious, turreted white frame house exuded an aura of mellow serenity that seemed to wrap her in a comforting embrace, and she badly needed that comfort at the moment. She jumped out of her old Toyota, slammed the door, and walked swiftly along the flower-bordered path and up the four stairs to the frosted glass-paneled front door.

She paused for a moment and drew a deep breath, trying to cool the anger and tension that had robbed her of her usual composure. There was no sense in disturbing Aunt Elizabeth over something as trivial as Celia Bettencourt’s bitchiness. And, if she didn’t calm down, her aunt would definitely notice how upset she was. Even if Aunt Elizabeth’s “gift” wasn’t fully operational at any given moment, like this one, she was always uncannily perceptive.

When Tamara opened the front door, she was immediately enveloped in a deliciously spicy aroma. Gingerbread, she identified with a sudden lift of her spirits, as she quickly made her way down the linoleum-covered hallway to the large old-fashioned kitchen at the back of the house.

Aunt Elizabeth was at the kitchen table spreading white sugar icing on the luscious sweet bread, and she looked up with a quick smile at Tamara’s appearance. “Hello, dear. Aren’t you home a little early?” she asked absently, as she turned the plate and dipped her spatula once more into the bowl of icing.

“A little. I came home early to dress for Mr. Bettencourt’s party,” Tamara replied, strolling over to the table and dropping into a gingham-cushioned ladderback chair.

“Oh yes, I’d forgotten that was tonight,” -Elizabeth Ledford said vaguely. She looked up, her blue eyes suddenly sparkling. “What are you planning on wearing?”

“I haven’t decided,” Tamara said evasively, then knowing the suggestion that was coming, she went on hurriedly. “I see you have on your Madame Zara outfit.” Her violet eyes twinkled. “Who have you been peering into your crystal ball for now?”

Her aunt looked down with serene satisfaction at her midnight blue caftan that was extravagantly embroidered with silver stars and crescent moons. She always claimed the rather bizarre outfit inspired her clients with confidence, despite her great-niece’s constant teasing raillery. “Mildred Harris’s Pekingese ran away last night. She was most upset.”

Tamara dipped a finger into the mixing bowl and scooped a bit of icing off the side. She grimaced, as she slowly licked her finger. “I’d run away too, if I were as smothered with attention as that poor animal. Did you locate him?”

Her aunt shook her head reprovingly. “You should be a little more understanding, Tamara. That Pekingese is the only living creature that Mildred has to care about since her husband died. She can’t help it if she goes a bit overboard at times. After all, she is getting older.”

Tamara smothered a smile at that last remark. Elizabeth Ledford at seventy-three was at least six years older than Mildred Harris, but she never seemed to be conscious of the fact that she might be considered a senior citizen. She certainly didn’t look anywhere near her age, -Tamara thought idly. Aunt Elizabeth’s slim, athletic body was as straight and lively as ever. Her face was as unlined and smooth as a woman of forty, and her sparkling blue eyes were constantly dancing with enthusiasm and humor. Though her hair was snow white, it curled in a riot of tight shiny curls around her face, increasing the aura of youthfulness.

“Sorry,” Tamara said solemnly. “Did you find the Peke?”

“Of course,” her aunt said serenely. “He got locked in the fruit cellar by mistake when -Mildred was fetching some peach preserves. He didn’t really run away. When I told Mildred where he was, she hurried right home to let him out.”

“I wonder if she’ll be able to coax him out. He’s probably enjoying his vacation from that eternal fussing,” Tamara said with a grin.

She never doubted for an instant that the dog would be exactly where Aunt Elizabeth said he would be. As a child she’d accepted as a matter of course that her aunt could see where she’d misplaced her doll or lost her favorite hair ribbon. Aunt Elizabeth had once explained to -Tamara that she would break her arm in the next few days, but that she mustn’t be frightened and would be quite well again in a few weeks. Tamara hadn’t even been surprised when the rope on her swing had broken and she’d had to be rushed to the hospital with a fractured radius.

She’d thought all grownups possessed these powers until she’d started school and been rudely disillusioned. She’d discovered that Aunt Elizabeth was “different.” When a bully called her aunt a witch, Tamara had socked him so hard his nose began to bleed copiously and he’d run crying to the teacher.

Tamara had learned soon, though, that she couldn’t fight all the kids who taunted her. So she’d come to behave with a cool reserve that had been her armor ever since. She’d cared much more passionately when the other children had hurled insults at Aunt Elizabeth than when they’d jeered at her for her illegitimacy. Aunt Elizabeth, in her infinite wisdom, had prepared her for the latter possibility. But because she’d lived with her own strange powers so long that they’d become second nature, it never occurred to her to warn Tamara against the venom of those who were frightened or skeptical of her gift. For years Tamara had been silently, yet fiercely resentful of the condemnation of her aunt by her peers, until she’d come to realize just how unusual a gift Elizabeth possessed.

Her aunt’s blue eyes were keen as she looked up now and smiled gently. “Are you going to tell me now why you really came home early, dear?”

“I told you I had to dress . . .” Tamara’s voice trailed off. “Well, it was partly true,” she said sheepishly. She ran her hand through her shining blue-black hair and with a rueful shake of her head met her aunt’s steady gaze. “I’m just being stupidly emotional over something I should have learned by now to ignore. Celia Bettencourt was a little too much to put up with today.” Tamara made a face. “I wish to heaven her father had seen fit to place her in someone else’s department to learn the ropes.”

Her aunt turned the plate again and started icing the other side of the gingerbread. “It was perfectly natural for him to want her to learn from you,” she said calmly. “Every father wants what’s best for his children and he knows your Perfume and Herb Boutique is the best run department in his entire chain of department stores.”

Tamara knew without vanity that her Aunt Elizabeth was correct in her judgment. Tamara had worked hard enough in the past five years to assure herself of the boutique’s success. “I think we’d both be happier if he’d chosen someone else to train her in merchandising,” she said gloomily. “We’ve never gotten along, even as children. And since she came back from finishing school in Switzerland, she’s been absolutely impossible. She never misses a chance to take a verbal jab at me.”

“Did it ever occur to you that she might be suffering as much as you?” Aunt Elizabeth suggested, her expression thoughtful. “Jealousy can be a terribly disturbing emotion. It can burn you up inside.”

“Jealousy?” Tamara looked at her in blank disbelief. “You’ve got to be kidding. Her father’s the richest man in town and Celia is more than aware of how attractive she is.”

“Is she?” her aunt asked. “I wonder. You’d be very potent competition for any woman, love.” Her gaze ran over her great-niece in affectionate appraisal. “You’re very beautiful, you know. You have that wonderfully wicked look I imagine a king’s mistress might have.” Her gaze returned to her cake. “Besides, you have something I rather think Celia would give a good deal to possess.”

“And what is that?” Tamara asked.

“Walter Bettencourt’s respect and admiration,” her aunt answered quietly. “She knows her father not only trusts your business acumen, but has genuine affection for you. That’s a pretty bitter pill to swallow when she probably realizes he doesn’t give her the same respect.”

“She’s the apple of his eye,” Tamara protested.

“As a daughter,” her aunt said, her face compassionate. “Not as a friend. You have to earn friendship. Maybe that’s something Celia doesn’t realize yet. Perhaps she thinks you’ve stolen that from her.”

“You’re a very frustrating woman to be around, Elizabeth Ledford,” Tamara said, her lips curving in a tender smile. “I fully expected to be soothed and cosseted, and you actually have me feeling sorry for the bitch.” She scowled as she remembered the extremely trying day she’d just undergone. “And she is a bitch, Aunt Elizabeth.”

“I don’t doubt it for a minute, dear,” her aunt said serenely. “I just want you to come to understand why she’s a bitch.” She smiled. “And you don’t really need cosseting, do you? It’s the -Celias of this world who need reassurance and sustenance. You’re quite strong enough to face anything, Tamara.”

Tam...

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  • File Size: 1484 KB
  • Print Length: 322 pages
  • Page Numbers Source ISBN: 1455836028
  • Publisher: Bantam; Reprint edition (October 29, 2013)
  • Sold by: Random House LLC
  • Language: English
  • ASIN: B00CNQ7HOG
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3 of 3 people found the following review helpful
1.0 out of 5 stars I should have known better March 29, 2014
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I picked up the book on a whim in the shopette. Just something to pass time. A romance, you know? Easy to read, nothing too thought provoking. Maybe even mildly amusing.
I have never been so thoroughly furious, frustrated and utterly disgusted with a book before. I was making angry, throaty growls loud enough that it disturbed my co-workers. I didn't make this much noise, roll my eyes or gotten so flushed with fury with Twilight.

***SPOILERS***
Pristine, nubile, Tamara Ledford is a beauty who poses at a church mouse and loves her garden. She has a wonderful old Aunt that she lives with, who has gifts of premonition and finds lost things. Aunty dear gives advice for free, but can be persuaded to take an odd gift or two as a thank you. It's this that has her under suspicion of being a con-artist by Rex Brody, uber popular musician that is convinced that HIS beloved aunt got swindled out of an expensive bauble.
Of course he shows up to Tamara's home, ready to spill blood, fed lies by a jealous sister in-law, Celia. You see, Tamara has a terrible reputation around town for being a slut. She was nearly raped by Celia's now fiancé, Todd, when Tamara was 16. He lied and said he had kinky sex with her and blah, blah, blah. This started a trend as all the boys started to say the same thing, because Tamara is a sex goddess in mortal flesh.
Fueled by the lies, Rex thinks that Tamara is just working her wiles on him and is now wanting a piece of that. He forces himself into her house, calls her aunt terrible things, suggests that she's a hooker, then changes tactics and suddenly wants to jump her. She takes this all with surprising calm, shocked by her attraction to his masculine appeal. Or something.
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4.0 out of 5 stars Another good Iris Johansen story December 4, 2008
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"No Red Roses" links to Iris Johansen's previous Loveswept title, "Return to Santa Flores", re-introducing us to singer/superstar Rex Brody. Rex come out to the east coast to meet with his favorite aunt, who he learns (erroneously) is being bilked by a so-called psychic, while said psychic's niece is having an affair with his aunt's husband. However when he meet said niece, Tamara Ledford, he decides that instead of having Tamara's Aunt Elizabeth arrested he will take Tamara out of the picture, and the town of Somerset, by taking her to Las Vegas with him, not so much as to help his aunt, but to keep with him the woman he has been searching for. Tamara is a skilled herbalist who is writing a book on flowers and there meaning, so Rex showers her with blossoms - and breaks her heart - 'for there were no red roses'. You will have to read the book to find out why Rex wouldn't give Tamara any red roses. And it is worth the read without the teaser. This is another sweet story from Iris Johansen. In addition to Rex and Tamara, Jenny and Steve from 'Return to Santa Flores" makes an appearance in this story as well. This time Tamara as well as Jenny get themselves into a scrape that Rex has to get them out of. This is a nice, sweet heartfelt story whose emotions will touch you and make you smile.
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5.0 out of 5 stars Iris Rocks... May 26, 2014
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This author never disappoints. The story is whimsical with edgy emotions. A bit of psychic gift mixed with a hard rockin' man, it's a romance that isn't campy too dirty but sexy enough to be satisfying. Good character development, a lot of surprises for our innocent heroine.
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4.0 out of 5 stars Another Great book. May 22, 2014
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It was a great book. I enjoyed reading it very much. There is nothing that Iris Johansen writes that I don't read and enjoy. She is an exceptional author and one of my favorites.
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4.0 out of 5 stars Book # 2 Sweet Book November 13, 2014
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Book # 2 Return to Santa Flores Book # 1
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Iris Johansen is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of Pandora's Daughter, Stalemate, Killer Dreams, On the Run, and many more. She lives near Atlanta, Georgia.


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