Can a down-on-her-luck princess really have it all A whisper away from thirty, gorgeous Tess Hamilton has been the tennis world's top titleholder and celebrity since she won her first championship at fifteen. Now the headline-making party girl is getting her first taste of mortality-thanks to new teenage phenom Gabrielle Fontaine. But it's Gaby's cool, calm, and all-too-collected brother and manager, Max, who really has Tess seeing double. He's the first man she can't seem to seduce-or intimidate. It appears Tess is truly off her game, until a real-life, modern-day fairy godmother steps in.... Aurora Favreaux, a founder of Glass Slipper, Inc., and an old family friend, has a plan to get Tess back on her stilettos, and it includes an unlikely meeting between Tess, Max, and Gaby at Glass Slipper's new London headquarters-just in time for Wimbledon. It seems that Tess is going to hit the courts in a whole new way, to prove to the world-and herself-that a woman with the heart of a champion can ace life and love-even after the big 3-0....
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May 29, 2006
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Excerpt from Not So Snow White by Donna Kauffman
Yes, Alden, I know I'm no longer on the tour, but--" Tess Hamilton bit her lip and, more firmly, her tongue as the Nike marketing rep continued talking over her. For Tess, not talking when she had something to say--and she had a whole lot of things to say at the moment--was like trying not to breathe.
She ripped her Boxster S convertible across three lanes of traffic on I-4, ignoring the honks and shouted commentary regarding her driving skills. She had to make her exit, right Besides, at the moment, she had far bigger things to worry about than instigating inadvertent road rage. Lord knew she'd been responsible for far worse and lived to tell the tale.
The rep paused for an infinitesimal breath and Tess leaped in. "I appreciate what you're saying, really, I do, but this is shortsighted thinking." She raised her voice to be heard over the rush of road noise. God, she loved driving with the top down. Of course, shouting suited her rising temper at the moment, too.
"We're moving in new directions, Tess. So we're looking for a different kind of image. We need to stay fresh. I'm sure you understand."
No, she didn't understand. She refused to understand. She was no longer fresh Well, shit, how mortifying was that Not even thirty years old, and her shelf life had already expired
She accelerated, going way too fast down the winding suburban road leading to her home in the elite, gated, Boca Raton community of Sea Spar. A home she loved. A home she'd bought and paid for with her own hard-earned income. Income which, since her career-ending injury the summer before last, had rapidly ceased to match her outgo. Mostly because of shortsighted morons like the marketing rep currently droning on in her headset about focus groups and future percentages.
She took a sharp turn without decelerating, leaving rubber behind as she fought to keep her temper in check. Unlike past run-ins with various sponsors and marketing reps, this wasn't about some stupid tabloid headline or missed promotional event. She could have talked her way out of that . . . and often had. Too often. No, this time her entire life was on the line. What was left of it, anyway.
And okay, sure, maybe that was partly due to the fact that she so often had spoken out when it would have been smarter to shut up. Financially smarter, at least. She was a firm believer that if more people spoke their mind instead of blowing smoke up people's asses and saying what they thought everyone wanted to hear, the world would be a much better place. But it wasn't like her sponsors hadn't known that when they signed on the dotted line with her. It hadn't mattered to them then.