Lady Emma Wells-Finch, the oh-so-proper headmistress of England's St. Gertrude School for Girls, comes to Texas on a mission, she has two weeks to ruin her reputation. The only thing that will save her from losing everything she holds dear is complete & utter disgrace. World famous playboy-athlete Kenny Traveler has been blackmailed into chauffeuring Lady Emma around. Suspended from the sport he loves, he needs to prove himself completely respectable to get back into the game & when a gorgeous man who can't afford another scandal meets a hardheaded woman who's determined to cause one, anything can happen, even love
Flying from England to Texas, Lady Emma Wells-Finch meets world-famous pro golfer Kenny Traveler. She assumes that he's a gigolo and decides that he's just the man to relieve her of her virginity in order to get the stuffy, oafish Duke of Beddington out of her hair. Kenny's need to avoid scandal to save his career conflicts with Emma's need to invent scandal to free her from her English admirer. The results are hilarious. In a secondary plot line that mirrors Lady Emma's predicament with the duke, Kenny's seemingly flighty sister, Torrieas beautiful as Kenny is handsomeis being forced by her father to marry geek Dexter O'Conner. Dexter and Lady Emma have their work cut out for them, for Kenny and Torrie's respective childhoods have left them scarred and incapable of adult relationships. Some outstanding secondary characters join this foursome, including those from Phillips's earlier Fancy Pants. Her Texas settings and sportsmen as heroes continue to shine, and her playful homage to the peculiarities of wealthy Texas women and small towns is dead-on. Phillips's newest is well written, funny, sexy and altogether satisfying. (Feb.) -- PUBLISHERS WEEKLY.
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June 29, 2004
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Excerpt from Lady Be Good by Susan Elizabeth Phillips
Kenny Traveler was lazy. That explained why he'd fallen asleep in TWA's Ambassador Club at Dallas-Fort Worth Airport instead of promptly meeting British Airways Flight 2193 at the gate. Pure laziness, plus the fact that he didn't want to meet Flight 2193.
Unfortunately, the entrance of a noisy pair of businessmen awakened him. He took his time stretching, then yawned for a while. A nice-looking woman in a short gray suit smiled at him, and he smiled back. He glanced at his watch and saw he was half an hour late. He yawned again. Stretched.
"Excuse me," the woman said. "I'm sorry to bother you, but ... you look so familiar. Aren't you--"
"Yes, ma'am, I am." He tilted his Stetson and gave her a grin that still had a little yawn clinging to the edges. "And I'm flattered you recognize me outside the rodeo ring. Most people don't."
She looked confused. "Rodeo I'm sorry. I thought you were ... You look so much like Kenny Traveler, the pro golfer."
"Golfer Me Oh, no, ma'am. I'm way too young to play an old man's game like golf. I like real sports."
"Rodeo. Now that's a real sport. Football, too, and basketball." He slowly unfolded all six feet two inches of himself from the chair. "When it comes to tennis, though, that's when things start getting iffy. And golf isn't something a real man wants to get too close to."
The gray suit hadn't been born yesterday, and she smiled. "Still, I seem to remember watching you win the AT&T and the Buick Invitational on TV this winter. I swear I thought Tiger was going to break into tears during that last round at Torrey Pines." Her smile faded. "I still can't believe that Commissioner Beau--"
"I'd appreciate it, ma'am, if you didn't speak the name of the Antichrist in front of me."
"Sorry. How long do you think your suspension'll last "
Kenny glanced down at his gold Rolex. "I guess that might depend on how long it takes me to get to British Airways "
"Real nice talkin' to you, ma'am." He tipped his Stetson and ambled from the lounge.
One of his unhappy ex-girlfriends had pointed out that Kenny's amble was really the closest thing he had to a full-out run. But Kenny'd never seen much point in wasting energy anyplace but on the golf course. He liked to take things slow and easy, although lately that had been tough.
He ambled past the newsstand, refusing to look at the newspapers that were carrying the story of his recent suspension by acting PGA Commissioner Dallas Fremont Beaudine, a suspension that was taking place in the middle of the hottest winning streak in the history of professional golf and was going to keep him from playing in the Masters less than two weeks away.