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The Girl that Love Forgot Mass Market Paperback – December 20, 2011

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Book 7 of 8 in the Bad Blood Series

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Jennie Lucas's parents owned a bookstore and she grew up surrounded by books, dreaming about faraway lands. At twenty-two she met her future husband and after their marriage, she graduated from university with a degree in English. She started writing books a year later. Jennie won the Romance Writers of America’s Golden Heart contest in 2005 and hasn’t looked back since. Visit Jennie’s website at: www.jennielucas.com

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She'd been warned about Stefano Cortez.

As Annabelle Wolfe climbed out of her vintage 4x4, she surveyed the sprawling white hacienda with a feeling of dread. She'd been warned constantly over the past few months: Stefano Cortez could not be trusted.

Be careful, Miss Wolfe. You won't be able to resist him. No woman can.

Guard your heart, miss. The broken hearts he's scattered are as infinite as stars.

I have nothing to worry about, Annabelle told herself fiercely. Stefano Cortez might be the equestrian world's most famous playboy, but he would have no effect on her. She wouldn't let those stupid warnings make her lose her nerve!

But her body still trembled, and she knew it wasn't just from all the coffee she'd gulped down on the long, dusty drive from Portugal to northern Spain.

Slamming her truck door with a bang, Annabelle stretched her stiff limbs, trying to shake off her nervous fear. It didn't work. Warnings about Stefano Cortez's charm had been repeated too often lately, repeated everywhere she'd visited for her photojournalism series on Europe's top-ten horse ranches for Equestrian magazine.

Stefano Cortez's ranch, Santo Castillo, was the final one of her assignment. He sold the most expensive, exclusive horses in the world, and even then, only to customers he deemed worthy. Wealthy buyers fell over themselves to get the reclusive ranch owner's approval. But that was nothing compared to what women did for his attention.

The world's number-one stud farm, the current joke went, is owned by the world's number-one stud.

Annabelle rolled her tight shoulders. If Stefano Cortez was even a fraction of the man he was reputed to be, he would definitely try to lure her into bed. Most men usually did, unfortunately. It was a long-standing joke to all her colleagues and assistants.

But Stefano Cortez took seduction to a whole new level. According to rumor, no woman had ever turned Cortez down. Ever. And what if the rumors were true? What if by some horrible chance Annabelle fell into his bed like all the rest?

No way, she told herself, biting down on her lip. Annabelle didn't have a passionate bone in her body. She was cold and proud and rude—didn't men always say so after she refused their advances? At thirty-three, she was a confirmed spinster, immune to any playboy's charm. After everything she'd been through, she'd never let any man close to her.

She would be on her guard with Stefano Cortez, and if he tried any smooth moves on her, she'd laugh in his face.

Wouldn't she…?

Looking around her, Annabelle took a deep breath. So where was he? Where was the famous playboy who would apparently try to drag her into his bed the moment he saw her?

She saw half-wild horses racing across wide gold-colored fields, beneath a blue sky that stretched forever. She heard the burble of a nearby stream and birdsong rising from the forested hills. June in northern Spain. It was so beautiful here that she turned to reach through the truck's open window for her camera bag on the seat.

A man's deep voice spoke behind her.

"So you have arrived at last."

Annabelle froze. Slinging her bag on her shoulder, she braced herself and slowly turned around.

And nearly gasped.

Stefano Cortez stood before her, his eyes dark and luminous as fire beneath the Spanish sun. At five-ten, An-nabelle was far from petite, but she had to tilt her head back to look into his gorgeously chiseled face.

He was even more devastating in person than in photographs. At thirty-five, he was breathtakingly handsome, dark-haired and strong with a lean, muscular physique. His worn jeans fit snugly against trim hips. The sleeves of his black shirt were rolled up, revealing tanned forearms laced with dark hair, showing he clearly was not afraid of physical labor. His chin-length dark hair was pulled back into a leather tie at the base of his neck.

He held his powerful body absolutely still as his dark eyes raked slowly over her.

Annabelle's breath disappeared from her lungs. She felt vulnerable and exposed, like a hapless gazelle beneath a lion's lazy gaze. She felt the restrained hunger of a well-fed predator who had absolute confidence in his power over her.

"Welcome to my home, Miss Wolfe," he said in softly accented English. His sensual lips curved into a half smile. "I have been waiting for you."

Their eyes locked. Heat flashed through her, heat so sudden and unexpected that she nearly stumbled back. Annabelle had to force herself to keep her face impassive, even as her trembling hands tightened around the strap of her camera bag.

"You—you have?" she said faintly.

"Your reputation precedes you." Stefano Cortez's lips curved as his gaze traced slowly down her body. "The famous Annabelle Wolfe. The beautiful photographer who travels to every corner of the world on assignment."

Struggling to hide her flushed skin and pounding heart, Annabelle lifted her chin. "And you are Stefano Cortez—the greatest stud of Santo Castillo."

She'd meant to offend him, but he only gave a low laugh. The sound of that deep, masculine amusement caused another strange flutter through her body.

He moved closer, and she licked her suddenly dry lips.

"You are as charming as I'd hoped. Mucho gusto," he whispered, looking down at her. "Encantado."

He didn't touch her, but his words were like a caress, as if he'd kissed her hand. As if he'd pressed his warm lips against her skin. His masculine power pressed upon her consciousness from all sides. She felt the power emanating off his tanned skin, the virile strength of his lean, muscular body.

She swallowed, gripping her camera bag with both hands as she muttered, "Nice to meet you."

His sensual mouth curved, as if he knew why she did not hold out her hand in greeting, much less her cheek.

"I look forward to seven days of your company, se-norita" he said. "I can see this week will be pleasurable indeed."

His dark eyes gleamed with the promise of untold delights, and Annabelle's breath quickened. He was so close she could feel the heat emanating from his skin. She felt vulnerable. Feminine. She felt a strange, deep longing to let herself go, to melt her tense body into his warmth and fire.

Dear God, what madness had come over her? She had to get a grip! Even a legendary Spanish playboy couldn't have this much power, this fast!

She set her jaw. She would show both of them that she was no fool. Because she knew, however beautiful a playboy's face might be, his soul was always selfish and cold. She'd learned that long ago.

Annabelle drew back, glaring at him.

"How flattering," she said acidly. "But surely you don't intend to spend the entire week with me, Mr. Cortez. I've heard from multiple sources that your interest in a woman rarely lasts longer than a single night."

Annabelle waited for him to scowl at her rudeness, but to her chagrin he only looked amused.

"In your case, Miss Wolfe," he said softly, "I might make an exception."

Her heart leaped in her throat. She swallowed, trying to slow her quick, shallow breath.

Do not trust his charm. Do not, she told herself fiercely.

"I work best alone." She raised her chin. "So thanks, but I won't need your company. Or want it."

He blinked.

Annabelle took a deep breath, remembered how hard Equestrian had fought to get this exclusive at Santo Castillo, and tried to modulate her tone. "Forgive me if that sounds harsh. I just don't like to have anyone hovering over me as I work." She tried to smile. "And I'm sure you have a great deal to do for your charity gala this weekend.. "

Abruptly, he lifted his hand toward her. She jumped back, wide-eyed and jittery as a colt.

He frowned. "Allow me to carry your bag, Miss Wolfe."

Oh. So that was why he'd reached for her. A warm blush curled her cheeks. "That's not necessary."

"You are my guest."

"Thank you, but I can manage my own equipment." "Por supuesto. But it seems a great deal for one person."

"Usually I have an assistant.." Annabelle stopped, thinking of Marie who was now in Cornwall with her husband and newborn baby. She took a deep breath. "But I'll be fine. Don't worry. My photos of your ranch will be fine. The project will be fine. I work best alone," she repeated.

"So you said." Stefano looked down at her, and she felt a bead of sweat break out between her breasts. "Why do you keep looking at me like that?"

"Like what?"

"Like you…" Her voice trailed off as she struggled to think of words that wouldn't sound ridiculous. Like you want to rip off my clothes. Like you want to drink me for tea. Like you want to fling me over your shoulder, throw me into your bed and lick every inch of me. She finished awkwardly, "Like you've never seen a woman before."

He barked a laugh. "I've seen many, as you know. And yet." He paused. "I cannot stop looking at you."


"Because you are more beautiful than I even imagined."

She swallowed. "I.I am?"

He gave a single nod. "The photos I've seen of you hardly did you justice."

A chill went down Annabelle's spine.

The photos I've seen of you.

Which photos did he mean? Recent pictures of Annabelle at her brother's society wedding in London? Pictures of her sunburned face as she'd traveled on assignment through the Sahara and the plains of Mongolia earlier that winter?

Or…images from nearly twenty years ago, when her drunken father had tried to kill her as a teenager?

Had Stefano Cortez stumbled upon the before-and-af-ter images that had once been in every British newspaper—the ...


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Product Details

  • Mass Market Paperback: 192 pages
  • Publisher: Harlequin (December 20, 2011)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 0373130422
  • ISBN-13: 978-0373130429
  • Product Dimensions: 4.2 x 0.5 x 6.6 inches
  • Shipping Weight: 3.5 ounces
  • Average Customer Review: 3.0 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (8 customer reviews)
  • Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #2,169,140 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)

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At the end of the "long, dusty drive from Portugal to northern Spain" is a ranch called Santo Castillo, which sells "the most expensive, exclusive horses". Photographer Annabelle Wolfe arrives to discover an immediate attraction to Stefano Cortez, the "dark and luminous" eyed owner of said ranch. Theirs is an attraction that defies understanding, explanation, and common sense. At Santo Castillo, a man can say "I've had many lovers. But never a woman like you." without getting laughed at or a drink thrown in his face. He can also "snarl in Spanish", though I'm not certain how a snarl in Spanish would be different from a snarl in English. Annabelle gets magical powers too; spraining her ankle just results in heightened arousal rather than pain.

The best part of this book is Annabelle's backstory. It was meant to be a tragic description of how she became self-conscious, but I was laughing so loudly that the people around me wandered over to see what I was laughing at. The line, which made them laugh as well and earned this book an extra star in my mind, was: "But I found my father drunk, just returned from an unsatisfactory day of hunting."

"The Girl that Love Forgot" is almost completely forgettable, but it gave me a good laugh.
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33yo renowned photographer is still a virgin, never been kissed, & turns men off with her icy & rude manner. She’s been warned about playboy horse-ranch owner Hero & she tells him right away that she’s not interested in him. Initially Hero views her as a challenge to his womanizing history. But as he sees behind the icy-queen façade she puts on, he becomes more emotionally drawn to her & finds himself obsessed with her. Their battle of wills changes as she succumbs to the vulnerability she feels around him and, for Hero, as he pursuits her because he wants to know her hidden depths. What do they sacrifice to do this?

I liked this Lucas book. It’s my 1st read of hers & I’ll be reading her others based on this one. Her characterization of Hero & heroine are multi-faceted & relatable. They are very good-looking & successful as is typical of HP(Harlequin Presents) but they also have fears & resistances due to their past that drive their present actions. I like how Lucas explains why Hero became an alpha-male playboy & heroine, the famous workaholic photographer. It helps give us insight into why Hero took heroine’s you-can-never-seduce-me statement as a challenge & how loneliness follows heroine’s untouchable & aggressive stance. I liked how heroine took the lead in their straightforward discussions with each other. She told him what she thought & expected from him. He reciprocated in kind after he realized he couldn’t seduce her like he had other women.

The emotionality of this book lies in our knowledge of what shaped Hero & heroine, how they usually act with others, & how different they’re acting & feeling towards each other. There is definitely character development in this book.
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I thought the story at potential, but I couldn't even get past the first chapter. I agree with the previous review. It was as if the writer didn't know how to move the story forward. The dialogue was contrived and unbelievable--even by romance novel standards. The characters were not developed in any way so that you came to care what happened to them.
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I actually laughed out loud while reading this book because some parts of it where so ridiculous! The love scences were ok and quite hot but the rest of it was so canned and campy. Who edited this book?!
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