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Lady be good
Phillips, Susan Elizabeth.
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New York : Avon Books, [1999]

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372 pages ; 18 cm
A British headmistress determined to lose her reputation arrives in Texas, where she meets a play-boy athlete who has been blackmailed into being her chauffeur.
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"[A] sexy and whimsical modern fairy tale."

--Greensboro News & Record

"The always-funny Susan Elizabeth Phillips...has the heat turned up all the way for this one."

--Detroit Free Press

The only four-time recipient of the Romance Writer's of America's prestigious Favorite Book of the Year Award, the incomparable Susan Elizabeth Phillips is one of America's most beloved authors--and Lady Be Good is one of the perennial New York Times bestseller's hottest, funniest, and most delightfully wild romance novels. The uproarious tale of a proper English headmistress hell-bent on destroying her reputation and a disgraced Texas athlete playboy determined to salvage his own, Lady Be Good is funny, sexy, and irrefutable proof of the Minneapolis Star-Tribune's assertion that "N ext to Tracy and Hepburn, no one does romantic comedy better than Susan Elizabeth Phillips."

Author Notes

Susan Elizabeth Phillips received a B.F.A. in theater arts from Ohio University and became a teacher after graduation. She taught high school drama, speech, and English before deciding to become a stay-at-home mom. She wrote her first novel, The Copeland Bride, with a friend under the pen name of Justine Cole, but soon started a solo career. Her other works include Glitter Baby, It Had to Be You, Heaven, Texas, Kiss an Angel, Dream a Little Dream, and The Great Escape. She received the Romance Writers of America's Favorite Book of the Year Award twice and the Romantic Times Career Achievement Award. Her novel, Heroes Are My Weakness, became listed on the New York Times bestseller list in 2014.

Susan's title, First Star I See Tonight, became a New York Times best seller in September of 2016.

(Bowker Author Biography)

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Publisher's Weekly Review

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, Torrie--as beautiful as Kenny is handsome--is 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. (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved

Library Journal Review

Our heroine quickly realizes that the only way she can save her beloved school is by losing her reputation so scandalously that she will discourage the matrimonial intentions of the property's new owner, the repulsive, overbearing Duke of Beddington. So the starchy Lady Emma Wells-Finch, Headmistress of England's exclusive St. Gertrude's School for Girls, gathers up her courage‘and her umbrella‘and heads for Texas to "do the deed," with passionate and hilarious results. A bad-boy golfer hero who can't afford another scandal and a stubborn, outspoken heroine determined to create one team up in this lively, well-written story. Phillips combines an unexpected premise with warm, appealing characters and overlays it all with her zingy trademark humor and well-developed sense of the ridiculous. Phillips usually publishes only one romance a year, and readers will be waiting for this one. Fans may be interested to note that this story reintroduces several characters from Phillips's earlier book, Fancy Pants (Pocket, 1991). Phillips (Dream a Little Dream, Avon, 1998) is an award-winning, best-selling writer and lives in the Chicago area. [Previewed in Prepub Alert, LJ 10/15/98.] (c) Copyright 2010. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.



Lady Be Good Chapter One Kenn 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." "But--" "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?" "Pardon?" "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. "Hey, Kenny." He nodded toward a businessman who had that overeager expression people frequently wore when they spotted his semi-famous face. He could tell the man was from the north because he said his name all-proper instead of pronouncing it "Kinny" like God's people did. He kicked up his amble half a notch just in case the businessman took it in his head to relive Kenny's triumphant final round at Bay Hill last month. A bighaired, tight-jeaned woman gave him the twice-over, but she didn't look like a PGA fan, so Kenny figured it was his good looks had attracted her. A former girlfriend had said that, if Hollywood ever made a movie of Kenny's life, the only star pretty enough to play him on the screen was Pierce Brosnan. That had sent Kenny right through the roof. Not because she'd called him pretty, which he could sort of understand, but her casting choice. He'd told her right then that the only way he'd ever let Pierce Brosnan play him was if they rumpled Pierce up first, got rid of that prissy foreign accent, then fed him enough chicken-fried steak so he didn't look like the first storm out of West Texas would blow him over. But most of all, they'd have to teach old Pierce exactly how God intended for a man to swing a golf club. All the walking was making him tired. He stopped to rest at a cart selling nuts and candy, bought himself some Jelly Bellys, flirted just enough with the Mexican cutie working there to convince her to pull out the banana-flavored ones. Although he liked his Jelly Bellys mixed up, he didn't like the banana, but, since it took too much effort to pull them out himself, he generally tried to talk someone else into doing it. If that didn't work, he just ate 'em. The British Airways gate was deserted, so he leaned against one of the support columns, pulled a handful of Jelly Bellys from the bag, and tilted them into his mouth while he thought about things, mainly how much he wanted to wring the neck of a certain Francesca Serritella Day Beaudine, celebrity wife of the Antichrist acting PGA commissioner, and a woman who was supposed to be his friend. "Just do this one small favor for me, Kenny," she'd said. "If you'll take care of Emma for the next two weeks, I guarantee I'll talk Dallie into cutting the length of your suspension. You'll miss the Masters, but--" "Now, how are you gonna do that?" he'd inquired. "Never question my methods when it comes to dealing with my husband." He didn't. Everybody knew that Francesa didn't have to do much more than look at Dallie Beaudine to melt him down, even though they'd been married for twelve years. Lady Be Good . Copyright © by Susan Phillips. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold. Excerpted from Lady Be Good by Susan Elizabeth Phillips All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.

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