Dear Reader,
Thank you for picking up Intimate Betrayal. This sexy, suspenseful novel was the first of three of my novels to be made into a TV movie. The lead roles were portrayed by actors Monica Calhoun and Khalil Kain, who brought the characters Reese Delaware and Maxwell Knight to life. The heat between these lovers sizzles from their very first meeting. Itâs one of the reasons Iâm so glad that Harlequin has reissued Intimate Betrayal, so that even more readers can enjoy this sexy couple.
If this is your second time reading this novel or if itâs the first, I hope you love each and every twist and turn, and be sure to keep a glass of cold water nearby!
Happy reading,
Donna
New York
Methodically, he paced the spacious confines of his posh mid-town Manhattan office, as stealthily as a caged black panther. His movements were smooth, controlled, preciseâas was every aspect of his life.
One large hand was hidden in the pocket of his imported navy blue slacks, the other absently caressing the silken hairs of his ebony mustache.
On the surface, it appeared that Maxwell Knight was simply contemplating another brilliant computer innovation. That was on the surface. Beneath the inscrutable facade, turmoil and a sense of his life spinning out of control built steadily within him, growing in intensity.
His usually smooth, bronze-toned brow was furrowed in a maze of concentration. The last half hour of verbal volleyball with his Board of Directors had his sharply honed six-foot-three-inch frame coiled with tensionâready to spring at the slightest provocation.
He turned toward the floor-to-ceiling window, the expanse of the New York skyline spread out before him. From the ninety-fifth floor, Maxwell usually felt on top of the world, able to conquer anything or anyone. This unprecedented sense of futility over his own destiny filled him with an emotion he could not grasp.
At thirty-three, he had accomplished what many only dreamed ofâread aboutâwished for. The existence of M.K. Enterprisesâhis self-named corporationâand his wizardry with computer programming had catapulted him into the limelight, the one place he had no desire to be. He guarded his privacy with a voracious tenacity. If anyone wanted to know about the M.K. behind M.K. Enterprises, they could read about it in the companyâs annual report, he felt. There was no reason to interview him. No reason to delve into his lifeâopen doors that were best kept closed. But his development of the computer chip that was touted to revolutionize the speed of computer processing had set off a series of events that were no longer stoppable.
The Board had voted unanimously to take the company public, and he had agreed. But in order to make M.K.âs entry into the stock market an unquestionable success, they had also votedâagainst his wishesâto give the public what theyâd craved for more than five years, an in-depth interview with Maxwell Knight, boy wonder.
His firm, smooth jaw clenched as he drew a deep contemplative breath. Something other than notoriety prompted the actions of the Board. Theyâd never given a damn in the past whether or not the company made headlines. These months prior to their launch into the market were crucial and best kept secret. Now was not the time to have some reporter following him around. If word leaked out, there would be hell to pay. Turning away from the window, his dark, almond-shaped eyes that curved slightly upward at the tipsâthe single trait that hinted at his mixed heritageâgazed upon the magazine heâd tossed on his desk.
Looking at it now, his misgivings, no matter how irrational, ignited anew. Phillip Hart, the publisher of Visions Magazine, had hounded him for months to give them the exclusive rights to an interview. Until today, Maxwell had been able to deny him.
The face of Barack Obama stared back at him from the cover. Yes, it was true that Visions had a stellar reputation in the industry. It was also true that it staked that reputation on getting beyond the surface of its subjects. Some of the biggest names in the journalism industry had written for Visions. That wasnât the issue for Maxwell. The issue was, he wasnât sure he wanted to find out what they might uncover.
Chicago
Reese Delaware was the type of woman who could charm a zebra right out of its stripes. Her powers of persuasion bordered on being lethal in a totally seductive way. She knew it and used her charm, wit and feminine wiles as easily as she breathed. Today was no exception. She was determined to convince the bull-headed editor of Visions Magazine that she could handle the interview of a lifetime even if it turned into another two hours of tug-of-war.