THERE'S A LITTLE BIT OF CINDERELLA IN EVERY WOMAN . . . . . . except Darby Landon, or so she thinks before meeting the three fairy godmothers of Glass Slipper, Inc. They guarantee they can bring out the princess in any woman. But they'll have their work cut out for them with Darby, who's more comfortable in jeans and cowboy boots than designer gowns. But when she's called from her Montana ranch to squire her impossible-to-please father's star client around the D.C. social scene, Darby has to turn into the queen of chic . . . and fast.Between torture-chamber sessions of tweezing and teasing, and horrifying lessons on place settings, Darby finds herself drawn into a fairy-tale romance of the very adult variety with Shane Morgan, the devastatingly sexy (and reluctant) heir to one of the city's largest companies. But when another Prince Charming arrives on the scene, Darby‘s caught between the woman she is and the woman she's supposed to be, between two very different irresistible bad boys
Kauffman follows The Big Bad Wolf Tells All with another fairy tale-themed comic romance, this one focusing on heiress Darby Landon, who has forsaken her family's glitzy life in favor of a rugged existence on a Montana ranch. When Darby agrees to help out her baby sister Pepper by showing their powerful father's Scandinavian business partner around Washington, D.C., Darby realizes that she may need some style assistance before she can reenter high society. On the way to her makeover at Glass Slipper, Inc., Darby meets Shane Morgan, who has reluctantly returned from abroad to handle the corporate empire he inherited from his grandmother. In between Shane's business dealings and Darby's outings with the sexy but sinister Stefan Bjornsen, the two make time for some sizzling encounters. And as they work together to figure out what Stefan's evil plans are concerning the Morgan conglomerate, they realize that their attraction is more than just sexual. It takes Pepper's unlikely help to foil Stefan, and hard thought by Shane and Darby to blend his footloose existence with herlonging for home on the range. Though the fairytale conceit never quite works-Darby is simply too wealthy and attractive to ring true as a downtrodden Cinderella-Kauffman writes with warmth, wit and swashbuckling energy. (Jan.) Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information. -- PUBLISHERS WEEKLY.
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Excerpt from The Cinderella Rules by Donna Kauffman
Cinderella Rule #1
While life occasionally makes it appear otherwise, no one has control over your life . . . but you. Make decisions with care, because in the end, you have only yourself to blame for the outcome.
ýMercedes Browning, cofounder ~ Glass Slipper, Inc.
Do not tell me you had Tugger stop me in the middle of play- ing midwife to a first-time mother because youýre stuck somewhere and need me to bail you out. Again.ý
Darby Landon didnýt wait for a response, but tucked the cell phone under one arm so she could pull off her bicep-length rubber gloves, glaring at Tugger Jack, her ranch manager and all-around right hand. ýIýll deal with you later,ý she told him as she squeezed by.
He shrugged and quickly ducked into the horse stall to take over where sheýd left off. ýSaid it was a matter of life and death,ý she heard him mutter as the stall door clicked shut. ýDonýt pay me enough to listen to a woman cry.ý
ýI donýt pay me enough to have to put up with any of this,ý Darby grumbled. She wiped the phone off on the tail of her overalls and shifted it back to her ear, as her baby sister continued her latest version of Rescue Me. Baby being the key word. Despite the fact that Pepper had recently turned twenty-three.
Darby stalked out of the barn and across the back stretch of grass to the farmhouse situated on the rise about twenty yards away. Of course, anyone who was old enough to vote and still went by her childhood nickname had serious issues anyway. Not that her only sister did anything as important as vote, unless it was a People magazine poll on the worldýs sexiest bachelor.
Darby knocked her boots against the frame as her sister continued to whine in her ear, then pushed through the screen door to the back porch and went straight to the fridge she kept in the outside corner. That way she didnýt have to track barn crud into the house more often than she managed to anyway. To be fair, of course, if sheýd stayed back East, sheýd likely be a thirty-year-old, politically conscious, Town & Country subscribing BiBi or Dinky herself by now.