
        
		Can
        you love the one you hate?
        						
								
								Lucifer's Lover.
        Contemporary Romance.
		
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		5
      Stars!
      Ms. Cooper-Posey has done it again!  
      "Lucifer's Lover" is an emotionally vested romance between two
      people who think they know what they want.  Fact is they truly have
      no clue until fate forces them to face them to take a cold hard look at
      what's important.
      
		Lyndsay
      and Luke are exceptionally drawn characters.  Ms. Cooper-Posey is a
      master at creating characters a reader will truly care about.  She's
      not afraid to create a lead character that's not "perfect" in
      every way.  Both Lyndsay and Luke have their own share of emotional
      baggage that has gone a long way into forming the adults they've become.
      The conflict between Lyndsay and Luke is not only believable but also
      entertaining.   As a result the reader is treated to a
      well-choreographed dance between two people looking for love, acceptance,
      and a happy ending.  Ms. Cooper-Posey writes with heart and is a gift
      to the writing industry.
      Kristi Ahlers, Amazon
      Top 500 reviewer
      
      
 5 Stars!
      LUCIFER’S LOVER had me breathless from the first page as
      I felt the sparks fly between Lindsay and Luke that would ultimately end
      in an undeniable love that would stand all their insecurities and fears.
      Tracy Cooper-Posey brings her reader a heart searching tale between two
      lovers who are forced to face the scars of their past as they succumb to
      the love that cannot be denied.  You will not want to miss this tale
      that will have your crying with the characters as they face their hurt and
      rejoicing when they finally accept what their love has to offer.
      Briana for Romance
      Junkies
       
								
 5
      Stars!
      Lucifer’s Lover is a wonderful read. It was fun watching
      the two in their daily banter. The morning after when he meets her father
      at breakfast, that was an unforgettable scene. Ms. Cooper-Posey has
      written such a charming story about two people who are so in tune with
      each other but afraid to release what their hearts store. I could not help
      but fall in love with this well-written story and the characters on their
      path to self-discovery and the makings of a real family life. Ms.
      Cooper-Posey touches the heart and makes you feel everything, and that is
      why I rate it 5 cups.
      Cherokee,
		Coffee
      Time Romance
								 
      
 4 Stars
      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. There are many
      powerful scenes as Luke and Lyndsay learn to open up their lives to one
      another. Ms. Cooper-Posey’s Lucifer’s Lover is a charming mix
      of humor and heat, such that I personally can’t wait to pick up another
      of her novels.
       
      Valeen,
		The
      Romance Readers Connection
 
      
 4 Stars
      "Lucifer's Lover is an obsessively enchanting
      tale of a battle of wills that turns into a life changing romance. With
      strong, well-defined characters and a storyline that reaches into your
      imagination, I relished reading Lucifer's Lover from start to
      finish. If you love your characters with a bit of gumption and a whole lot
      of personality then this is one you cannot pass up."
      Sheryl for
		eCataromance
 
      
 
      “Devilishly entertaining! Wickedly wonderful! Almost too hot to pick up,
      but too good to put down.”
      
		Victoria Dark,
      Author of Dangerous to Love
      							
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      Lucifer's
      Lover 
		is
      Lindsay Eden, who is obsessed with achievement and determined to outshine
      the memory of her mother's illustrious career. Despite an alarming lack of
      people skills, she has managed to make it to the head of the marketing and
      public relations department of the exclusive Freeman Hotel, high up in the
      rarified mountain air of northern Washington. She might have got further
      faster, if it were not for her closest rival -- the charming newcomer,
      Lucifer Furey Pierse.  
      
      
      Luke
      spends most of his time talking about his wonderful New York, and a
      bewildering parade of eccentric relatives -- when he's not watching the
      clock and waiting for 5.00pm to shoot out the door. Yet he's still one of
      the best marketing men Lindsay has ever seen. No one knows much about him
      except that he could turn a murder into a side-splitting comedy routine.
      He also has an eye for women, including an inexplicable attraction for the
      prickly, definitely not-interested Lindsay.
      
      
      Their
      rivalry erupts into a competition to win a highly elusive account. The
      stakes are high. If Luke wins, he gets a date with Lindsay.  If
      Lindsay wins, Luke leaves town...forever. 
      							
								
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      Chapter One
 
    							
    
    							
    
	“We
    have to get better figures!” Lyndsay railed, slapping the file on the
    table.  She caught sight of
    Luke’s delighted expression, and realized she’d left herself open for
    one of his pithy comments.  Wide
    open.  Damn.
    
	           
    He opened his mouth, and Lyndsay lifted her forefinger. 
    “Don’t,” she warned him.  
    
	           
    Which, of course, meant everyone else at the long boardroom table
    swiveled to look at Luke, encouraging him to express himself.
    
	           
    He soaked up the attention, leaning back in his chair. 
    The dark eyes danced with devilment while everyone waited for him to
    speak.  Of course they would —
    anything was better than facing Lyndsay’s wrath. 
    She had been tough on them, but lord how they deserved it this month.
    
	           
    But she wasn’t going to wait for him to launch one of his famous
    broadsides.  “This isn’t a
    joking matter,” she injected before he could speak. 
    “Even your figures have
    slipped lately.  What’s the
    matter, Pierse?  Is the
    competition too tough for you?”
    
	           
    “What competition?” His face was bland.
    
	           
    Irritation flared and she drew in a breath, but before she could
    speak, Timothy leaned forward and tapped the file in front of her. 
    “The medicos.”
    
	           
    His quiet reminder lopped the head off her indignation. 
    Lyndsay nodded her thanks at the mousy man next to her, and gathered
    her concentration.  She
    addressed the twelve people that made up her department with the low voice
    she had cultivated to help her exude confidence and authority.
    
	           
    “This is the Public Relations & Marketing Department’s worst
    month in five years.  We’re a
    front runner team, people, and that means our performance can be measured in
    tangible results.  Figures. 
    If we don’t get those results, heads will roll.”  
    She glanced at each of them including, reluctantly, Luke.
    
	           
    He stared back at her with a straight face, but there was a glitter
    in his eyes that warned her he had more mischief brewing.  
    
	           
    The problem with Luke was that he wasn’t good looking enough, she
    decided.  The dark, dark hair,
    that wasn’t quite the perfect hero’s pitch black, for instance. 
    It was a deep shade of brown, which cast subtle highlights in
    sunlight and contrasted with the thick dark mass beneath to create an
    interesting affect.  The face
    wasn’t precisely perfect.  His
    jaw was solid instead of refined, and there was a dimple on the chin that
    wasn’t quite symmetrical.  And,
    too, there was a barely visible scar — a tiny one — on the corner of his
    jaw, that always made her wonder how he’d got it. 
    His teeth were wonderfully white — she knew that from watching him
    throw his head back and laugh, way too often, and usually at her expense. 
    But the teeth weren’t totally straight. 
    No braces had ever smoothed them out to bland perfection. 
    His hands were large and useful, the wrists strong with muscle, but
    the fingers were unexpectedly long, like a sensitive artist’s hands. 
    And the eyes — she’d learned his black eyes gave away nothing. 
    They danced all too often with amusement, humor, or mischief, but
    rarely anything else.  Except on
    the odd occasion when she’d come upon him quietly, she had caught an
    expression that was almost contemplative and far away. 
    On those few times she had assumed he’d been thinking about his
    beloved New York. 
    
	And
    his clothes weren’t quite right either. 
    Oh, he wore the latest suits, and the trendiest ties and shirts, but
    it was the way he wore them. 
    Nearly always the tie was loosened and the collar button undone. 
    Often, he pushed the jacket sleeves up, or he would strip off the
    jacket, and roll his shirt sleeves up. 
    And he would lounge against the edge of people’s desks, his hands
    in his pockets — an indolent pose that made Lyndsay’s teeth ache. 
    It was as if he was donning the high-powered account executive’s
    uniform, but refusing to take it seriously. 
    
	All
    in all, the little imperfections gave him an intangible sense of character. 
    It hinted of a past, and gave him more presence. 
    And that was just the problem.  If
    he had been model-perfect, if he had the immaculate grooming and plastic
    perfection of the oily, endlessly charming salesman, she might have been
    able to dismiss his presence in her mind and from her office.
    
	           
    But the fact was, he was a brilliant marketing man.
    
	           
    It was far from the first time she had regretted he was such a good
    salesman.  If he had been one
    whit less than dazzling at bringing in business, she could justifiably curb
    his flamboyant ways.
    
	           
    She dragged her attention back to the task at hand. 
    “Now, Vince Gormley has agreed that figures have been lousy for a
    while because of the unseasonable weather, but we’re coming up on
    Christmas, and the snow has come in just fine...recalcitrant weather won’t
    do as an excuse any more.”
    
	           
    Alexander, the third man of the marketing team, shook his head. 
    “It’s not just the weather. 
    Ever since the Sherbourne Hotel added that convention center,
    they’ve been killing us.”
    
	           
    “They’ve been marketing pretty heavily,” Timothy added. 
    “They’re all over the Internet.”
    
	           
    Lyndsay shook her head.  “That’s
    no excuse.  Competition is the
    name of the game.  That’s why
    we have jobs in the first place.  That’s
    why marketing was invented.”
    
	           
    “I heard Edison invented it to keep himself occupied on long
    journeys.”  It was Luke’s
    voice.  Of course it would be
    Luke, she thought grimly.  
    
	           
    There were grins and muffled laughs around the table, but they
    quickly died.  Luke looked in
    Lyndsay’s direction and shrugged.  “Well,
    who’d want to do it anywhere else except on a slow boat to China?”
    
	           
    “Unlike you, Pierse, most of us here love our jobs,” she shot
    back.
    
	           
    “Yes, we all know you love your career, boss. 
    You go into withdrawal symptoms by Sunday afternoon,” Luke drawled.
    
	           
    “That’s on the weekends she actually stays at home,” Timothy
    added, and Lyndsay frowned at him.  It
    wasn’t like Timothy to take Luke’s side.
    
	           
    Timothy shrugged.  “Well,
    it’s true,” he added defensively.  “Name
    one weekend you haven’t come into the office this last month.”
    
	           
    “Name one weekend he has!”
    Lyndsay demanded, pointing at Luke.  She
    mentally winced, and withdrew her pointing finger. 
    This wasn’t the way a leader would act. 
    This wasn’t the way her mother would have acted. 
    She took a deep breath, calming herself, and squared her shoulders.
    
	           
    “Rather than denigrating my efforts, it would be nice if I could
    see some symptoms of dedication in all of you. 
    I want to see some results!”  She
    pushed the file she had been holding out into the middle of the table. 
    “And now you have the ideal opportunity to get some. 
    I heard on the grapevine the other day that the Washington State
    Medical Association are shopping around for a new AGM location. 
    They love holding the AGM here in Deerfoot Falls, but they’re
    unhappy with the Sherbourne Hotel.  They
    feel it’s too commercial.”
    
	           
    She watched the realization move around the table like a wave of warm
    air.
    
	           
    “We could steal one of Sherbourne’s richest accounts from
    them,” Alexander murmured.  The
    twitching of his marketing instincts was apparent from his eager expression.
    
	           
    “Yes, we could,” Lyndsay agreed, lifting her voice a little over
    the murmurs and comments around the table. 
    “It’s up to us to earn our salaries by bringing in business for
    the hotel.  We seem to have lost
    sight of that fundamental fact, but this should serve as an overdue
    reminder.”
    
	           
    “Who gets to go after the account?” Luke asked loudly, creating a
    silence.  
    
	           
    “Are you about to impress upon me yet again your wonderful talents
    as a market man?” she asked dryly.
    
	           
    “I bring in more business than anyone here.”
    
	           
    “Almost everyone.”
    
	           
    “Everyone, including
    you.  Timothy ran figures for
    me, spread over the last six months, so smooth down those hackles of yours. 
    I’ve brought in two thousand dollars more than you.”
    
	           
    “Two thousand is chicken feed,” Lyndsay protested. 
    “Some of the executives we deal with have that much for incidental
    expenses!”
    
	           
    “It’s still two thousand more than you bought in,” Luke said
    flatly.
    
	           
    Impossible. 
    Lyndsay sat silently, trying to counter this unprecedented change. 
    Luke was doing better than her? 
    That wasn’t part of the plan. 
    No-one could do better than her. 
    How had she allowed this to happen?
    
	           
    “Face it, Lyndsay,” Luke said quietly. 
    “I’m the best PR man you’ve got. 
    I should get the chance to land the account.”
  								
  
      							
      
		        
								
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      Lucifer's Lover first emerged in fragmented
      chapters and pieces, many years ago.  I was always fascinated by the
      idea of two people who professed to hate each other slowly uncovering the
      truth; that they really love each other with a world-moving depth and
      devotion.  But because the story starts out with two people snarling
      at each other -- two people who are not plastic perfection, who have
      strange quirks and odd lives -- there was never any way the big New York
      publishers would look past page two, let alone buy it.  
      However, the story kept tugging on me, until finally I
      shrugged, and finished it.  I had a blast writing it, and Lucifer
      is certainly up at the top of the ranked list of my books.  I just so
      grateful that Archebooks agreed with me that the story was, indeed, worth
      the ride.
      --Tracy.
      							
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I often get asked who I would cast in the movie of my book, if
it should ever come to pass, so just for fun:
      Movie producer's pitch:
      Working
      Girl grows up and moves to the mountains.
      							
								Casting call:
    
Lyndsay. 
    Keira Knightley
    
Luke. 
    Colin Farrell
								
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