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"Gwynne Forster continues to scale the mountain towards greatness with this contemporary, ethnic retelling of the Hatfields and McCoys feud. The novel is a superb, affable reading experience due to the wonderful lead characters.... It is a sure bet that readers will enjoy Against All Odds." -- Harriet Klausner for America On Line
"This is a great story by Gwynne Forster." -- Affaire de Coeur
"Gwynne Forster has penned another extraordinary romance that will grip the reader with its drama, suspense and passion. Against All Odds is a scintillating literary perfume redolent with romance." -- Romantic Times
"Gwynne Forster has created a corporate Romeo & Juliet of color in Against All Odds!
Family feuds and secrets long thought buried propel these wonderful characters. Against All Odds is a perfect read for a rainy night." -- The Literary Times
"Gwynne Forster has crafted another winner. Her larger-than-life hero, Adam Roundtree, is every woman's fantasy, with strengths, weaknesses and an irresistible sensuality that makes you wish he was yours. ... a host of intriguing characters and an enthralling sub-plot keep you turning the pages. Truly satisfying. Against All Odds is not to be missed." --Donna Hill, author of Scandalous and Deception.
"Forster's analysis of possible emotional entanglements between [hero and heroine] is precise and enlightening. The characters of the protagonists are detailed and realistic, not dependent on conventional description.... Forster's writing is pure pleasure. Against All Odds is her second novel, and the wait for the third will be long." -- Greg Dominque, The New Orleans Tribune
"Against All Odds is an intelligent, well-written story about intriguing people. ... A delightful read." -- Romance Forever Magazine
"[In Against All Odds]... The mystery and intrigue kept me turning the pages. The hatred and jealousy seemed very real. It was great." --Rendezvous
An excerpt from AGAINST ALL ODDS
She answered her door uneasily around seven-thirty that evening, knowing intuitively that her caller was Adam. What had possessed her to toy with him, she asked herself, as she slipped the lock.
"You aren't surprised to see me?"
"Not very." Why tell him she'd known he'd come after her? When he stepped inside the door without waiting for an invitation, she wouldn't let him see her eager anticipation of his next move, nor her erotic response to the danger and excitement that his determined look promised her. Goose bumps popped up on her arms, and she rubbed them frantically. He didn't give her time to regroup.
"Come here to me," he growled, as if he'd waited long enough. She thought she didn't move, but she was in his arms, his fiery mouth moving over hers, possessively, unbelievably seductive. Wanton. Her hands moved up to push at his chest but, instead, they wound themselves around his strong, corded neck. She felt him growing against her just as he stepped back, though he didn't release her.
So he was holding back, was he? He'd fire her up, but he wouldn't let her know how she affected him. Darn him, he wouldn't play with her and do it with impunity. She pulled him to her and held him so tightly that he could release himself only if he hurt her. And she knew he wouldn't consider doing that. She felt him then, all of him, and she gloried in his male strength, his heat and energy until his fire threatened to overwhelm her. Now it was he who wouldn't let go, he who groaned while he spun her around in a vortex of passion, he who held the loving cup and tempted her to drink from it. And how she wanted that sip. But she couldn't take the chance; there was so much at stake. And he didn't intend to commit to her, he'd all but said it. It wasn't Gilbert Lewis whom she was facing; that relationship had been child's play. Adam's gaze warned her that he intended to go all the way, and even with her nearsightedness, she couldn't mistake the storm raging in his eyes.
"What do you want?" she whispered
"You. And you know it."
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