A Contemporary Romance
Can you love the one you hate?
Lindsay is determined to outshine her mother’s illustrious career. As head of marketing for the exclusive Freeman Hotel, in the rarefied mountains of northern Washington, Lindsay grapples with her rival, the charming newcomer, Lucifer Furey Pierse.
No one knows much about Luke except that he could turn murder into a comedy routine, that he likes classy women and is oddly drawn to the prickly, definitely not-interested Lindsay.
It starts with a bet that goes horribly wrong. If Lyndsay wins, then Luke leaves town—forever. If Luke wins, he gets a date with Lyndsay. But when Luke wins and Lindsay is forced to pay the price, she learns more about Lucifer Furey Pierse than she thought existed, and the date kick-starts a bitter-sweet journey as they learn why they are the people they have become.
Then life hands them an unexpected twist they must deal with…one that tests both of them to limits.
Reviewer’s Top Pick – Night Owl Reviews
Previously published as Betting with Lucifer
“…had me breathless from the first page. You will not want to miss this tale that will have you crying with the characters as they face their hurt and rejoicing.” — Romance Junkies
“I could not help but fall in love with this well-written story and the characters on their path to self-discovery.” — Coffee Time Romance
EXCERPT FROM LUCIFER’S LOVER
COPYRIGHT © TRACY COOPER-POSEY 2014
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Luke lengthened his stride and closed the gap between Lindsay and him just as she reached her office doorway.
“Lindsay, wait up,” he called as he got closer.
For a second or two he thought she was going to ignore him. She seemed to hesitate in her doorway, hovering while she made up her mind whether she was going to pretend she hadn’t heard him or not. Then she slowly turned to face him.
“Let me guess. You’ve forgotten one last humiliation and just couldn’t wait to heap it on me?” she asked.
Luke grinned. When he let down his guard it always surprised him—pleasantly so—when Lindsay came out shooting.
“Seems you missed a prime opportunity to heap humiliation on me,” he told her.
One dark blonde brow lifted smoothly. “How careless of me. I don’t suppose you’re going to tell me what I missed, either.”
“Ordinarily, no, but—”
“You want something in exchange.”
Despite the delicate ash blonde looks and the fragile crystal green eyes, Lindsay had strength. Or perhaps it was because of the appearance of fragility that she had learnt such effective defenses. He suspected she would rather eat razor blades than trade on her looks but the chances of him ever finding out were close to zero and getting closer every day he stayed in Deerfoot Falls.
Before the black cloud could descend, he straightened and shoved a hand in his pocket, making it look casual and helping him shrug off the mood before it took hold.
She watched him now, her impatience already starting to build.
“It’s not exactly something I want,” he began.
Her brow rose again.
“Okay, so I want something,” he agreed.
“It’ll cost you.”
“Beyond the prime chance to humiliate me?”
She shifted the folders in her arm with an impatient movement. “It never seems to occur to you, Pierse, that the entire world is not focused upon you. People do have other priorities beyond scheming to bring you down a peg or two—no matter how much you deserve it.”
“Okay, okay.” He held out his hand, flat, the palm down. Peace. “I just wanted to know where you heard that the medical association was looking for a better offer.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Why?”
He shrugged. “Curiosity.”
She studied him, her eyes stripping him down to the rotten core. “I have a hard time believing you, Pierse,” she said at last.
Yeah, she had seen through him, all right. He tried to deflect the conversation before he saw condemnation or worse in her eyes. “Does it really matter why I want to know?”
“Tell me why and I’ll tell you where I heard about it. Maybe.”
“That’s as good as it gets, Pierse. Come on, why do you want to know badly enough to risk humiliation?”
He sighed. “I…just…I…” He found his hand was pushing through his hair and brought it back to his side. “I didn’t hear about it. I want to plug up the hole in my information sources.”
Her eyes narrowed again. “That’s not it at all,” she said, slowly.
“Hang on—” he protested, a tiny germ of fear prickling through him.
“Oh, I believe you didn’t hear about it. I just don’t believe you’re worried about the hole in your sources. It’s not that at all. You’re just burned up because I picked up a prime lead and you didn’t.”
Luke shoved his hands into his pockets in reaction to the fear gripping tighter. “Is that what you think?”
“I know, Pierse. I know. It just kills you that I might be better than you. That’s the sole reason you picked up this stupid bet. It’s not like you love your job—you’re never here long enough to show enthusiasm, let alone ambition.”
“My figures are better than anyone here—”
“Yes, including mine.” She shifted the files again. “Let me just take a guess over that one. You didn’t collect Alexander’s turnover, did you?”
She had him there. “No,” he admitted.
“Just mine. And yours.” She spread her hand. “Pride. Pure and simple. That huge ego of yours can’t stand the idea that I’ve pulled off a coup and you didn’t even hear a whisper of a lead.”
“Boy, when you collect, you collect in spades, don’t you?” Luke shook his head. “Done humiliating me, Lindsay?”
For a very short moment, he saw genuine surprise in her eyes. It startled him. Was she surprised at him, or herself? Then the surprise was gone.
“Yes,” she said breezily. She slipped into her office and shut the door.
Luke rested his palm against the solid wood. “So you’re not going to tell me where you heard about the medical association?”
Very faintly, he heard “No!” float through the door, punctuated by the sound of a desk drawer rattling open. She was already back at work.
“You make lousy bargains, boss!”
There was no answer. After a moment, Luke pushed himself off the door frame and headed for his office, wishing he’d never opened his mouth.
When was he going to learn to leave well enough alone? Well, there was still the outcome of the bet. Now that might produce different results, results where Lindsay couldn’t pull rank, where she was away from her desk and her precious career and once—he’d settle for even just once—something other than disinterest or disgust or fury would be in her eyes.
He mentally shrugged. Who was he fooling? Lindsay Eden was never going to be any different than she was now. Especially with him.
And all the way back to his office he puzzled over the question that had plagued him for months.
Why did he want it to be different?
The ending is so real-life, the arguments, the words and actions draws the reader into the characters lives and you’re left feeling as though you’ve experienced the entire thing yourself. … I personally can’t wait to pick up another of her novels. —The Romance Readers Connection
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I loved the story of these two emotionally damaged individuals who start as adversaries and become lovers.
It was a really enjoyable page-turner...I read far too long into the night, addicted to the lovers and their unraveling stories.
Tracy Cooper-Posey has such an amazing talent for writing (any style) that draws you in, enticing you deeper into the lives and challenges of her characters.
A deeply satisfying read for lovers of any style of romance, this contemporary tale gives the characters some bumps and hiccups along the way but ultimately the happy ever after delivers!
Wow. Tracy’s stories have a way of immediately drawing you in. I started this book not really knowing what to expect and found myself immediately involved with the characters. (I do not usually read “romance” books, but Tracy creates a realistic story with characters with whom you can emphasize. )
I know many people like Lindsay and Lucifer. People who are searching, working, toward a goal that has nothing to do with who they are. In this story, Tracy gives us insight their lives and I could not put it down. Not just a romance, a mystery.
Lucifer’s Lover was not what I expected. It was much better!