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Meg Hudson - Sweet Dawn of Desire

Meg Hudson - Sweet Dawn of Desire

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When she was assigned to edit James Duncan MacCaithness's memoirs, New York editor Joy Carrington had been both delighted and nervous. Now she was ready to call it quits even before they started.
But something made her stay. And every day she fell more deeply in love with the most complex man, the most dangerous man, she'd ever met. ..
When she was assigned to edit James Duncan MacCaithness's memoirs, New York editor Joy Carrington had been both delighted and nervous. Now she was ready to call it quits even before they started.
But something made her stay. And every day she fell more deeply in love with the most complex man, the most dangerous man, she'd ever met. ..

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"DIDYOUHAVETOSPENDTHENIGHTWITHRENÉ?"James'ssarcastictonewasfrightening,hisScottishaccentevenmorepronounced."Afterall,youonlywentfordinner-supposedly."Joytiltedherchindefiantly."Idon'tthinkthatevendeservesananswer.""No?"Hecametowardherandstoodnexttothebed,glaringdownather.Joystaredback,soterriblyawareofhim...ofthepowerheheld.Inoneswiftmotionhepulledheruptohim,andhismouthfoundhers.Hersensesreeled,then,ashishandsbegantheirexplorationofherbody,thelastvestigesofcontrolslippedawayfromher.Suddenlyhethrustheraway,hiseyescruelandmocking."So,JoyCarrington,youcanbehadafterall!Ishallbesuretorememberthat!"ForChuck,whoamongmanyotherthingsshareswithmemylovefortheGardenoftheGreatSpirit.Harlequinfirstedition.November1981ISBN0-373-70.009-1Copyright(c)1981byMegHudson.Allrightsreserved.Philippinecopyright1981.Australiancopyright1981.Exceptforuseinanyreview,thereproductionorutilizationofthisworkinwholeorinpartinanyformbyanyelectronic,mechanicalorothermeans,nowknownorhereafterinvented,includingxerography,photocopyingandrecording,orinanyinformationstorageorretrievalsystem,isforbiddenwithoutthepermissionofthepublisher.HarlequinEnterprisesLimited,225DuncanMillRoad.DonMills.Ontario.CanadaM3B3K9Allthecharactersinthisbookhavenoexistenceoutsidetheimaginationoftheauthorandhavenorelationwhatsoevertoanyonebearingthesamenameornames.Theyarenotevendistantlyinspiredbyanyindividualknownorunknowntotheauthor,andalltheincidentsarepureinvention.TheHarlequintrademark,consistingofthewordsSUPER?OMANCE.HARLEQUINSUPERROMANCEandtheportrayalofaHarlequin,isregisteredintheUnitedStatesPatentOfficeandintheCanadaTradeMarksOffice.PrintedinUSA.CHAPTERONEITRAINEDEARLYTHATSUNDAYMORNING,acleansingAprilrainthatwashedthecitystreetsandleftNewYorkwithapalebluesilkumbrellaofasky,anddelicatedropsofmoistureclingingtothetulipsandjonquilsandhyacinthsthatfilledtheflowerbedsinRockefellerPlaza.ThefountaininfrontofthegreatgoldenstatueofPrometheushadbeenturnedon,andJoyCarringtonpausedtowatchnewlymintedsunlighttouchthespiralingwatersintoswirlsofrainbowprismcolors.Herfootstepswerebeginningtolagaftershestartedtomoveonagain,andshewishedwithanintensitythatsurprisedherthatshehadnotacceptedHelenHathaway'sinvitationtoday.Shehadtheuncomfortablefeelingthattheremustbemoretotheseeminglycasualrequestthatshecomeforbrunch,andthatatleastpartofthis"more"involvedaman.Thethoughtbroughtafaintsmiletoherlovely,almostvioleteyes.Iftheirpositionswerereversed,Joyhadtoadmit,andshecouldfindamanshe
 
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thoughtmightbesuitableforAuntHelen,sheprobablywouldsoonbecomeguiltyherselfoftryingtoarrangeabrunchorlunchorsomethingthatwouldserveasanintroduction.Thus,shecouldn'tblameHelenforhavingtheeternalsparkofamatchmakerinher;itwassomethingthatseemedtocomenaturallytowomen.Also,theywerebothwidows,eventhoughtherewasadifferenceofmorethantwentyyearsintheirages.Joywastwenty-six,andalthoughAuntHelenlookedyoungerthanherage,shehadtobeinherlateforties,forsheandJoy'smotherhadbeenbestfriendswhentheywereveryyoung.Helen,however,hadbeenawidowformorethaneightyearsnow.Shehadlongsincedonewithmourning,deeplyinlovethoughshehadbeenwithherhandsomeScottishdiplomathusband,whohadbeenkilledinaplaneaccidentinSouthAmerica.Herownmourning,Joythoughtbitterly,hadbeenofanentirelydifferentnature.Foralongtimebeforeherhusband'sdeathshehadlearnedalltherewastoknowabouttheshallownessoflove,theshamofmarriage.Nowmemoriesseemedtocastalmostvisibleshadowsacrossherclear-cut,delicatefeatures.Marriage...men---No,Joythought,actuallyshakingherhead.Oncewasmorethanenough!ShehadreachedtheoldgraystoneapartmenthousenearthecornerofParkAvenuewhereHelenHathawaylived,andthedoorman,whoknewherbysight,smiledaffablyandsaid,"Gorightup.Mrs.Hathawayisexpectingyou."AssheemergedfromtheelevatorandwalkeddownthecorridortotheHathawayapartment,Joyseemedaveryproperyoungwoman.Herpaleblondhairwasworninamannercalculatedtogiveheranauraofsophistication:drawnbackfromtheperfectovalofherface,thenwovenintoanintricatechignonatthenapeofherneck.Shehadchosenanunderstatedgraysuittoday,withalighterblouseofthesametone,theonlytouchofrealcolorinhercostumeascarfinshadesofpurple,fuchsiaandlightpinkknottedaroundherneck.Herfingerswerewithoutrings.Shehaddespisedringseversinceshewrested'offthediamondbandLanceCarringtonhadgivenher,throwingitoutontoasanddunecoveredwithbeachgrassatCapeCod,thesamedayLancehaddrowned.Shehadwonderedifperhapssomeyounglovershadcomeacrossitandputittouse.Ifso,shecouldonlyhopethatitwouldbringthemmorehappinessthanithadbroughther---Thrustingawaymemories,sherangHelenHath-away'sbell.ItschimesbarelyhadtimetoechowhenHelenherselfopenedthedoor.Shewasahandsomewoman,tall,withanalmostregalbearingandafacethathadweatheredtheyearsbeautifullyandwascrownedbyamassoftrulysilverhair.ShedrewJoyinsidewithanurgencythatwaspuzzling."Come,darling,"shesaidimpatiently."IaskedyouhalfanhourbeforetheothersbecauseIwantedthechancetotalktoyoualonebeforetheygethere.""Whatothers?"Joydemanded."AlexForbesandTedHendricks,"Helensaid."Don'tworry,itisn'taparty;Iknowyouloatheparties.Thisisstrictlybusiness."JoyfollowedherhostessintoatastefullyfurnishedlivingroomthatlookedoutoverParkAvenueand,likesomanyoftheapartmentsinNewYork'solderbuildings,wasspaciouswithhighceilingsandwideFrenchwindows.ThenameTedHendricksmeantabsolutelynothingtoher,butsheknewAlexanderForbeswell.HewaspresidentofForbesandRandall,oneoftheoldestpublishingfirmsintheUnitedStates,andforthepasttwoandahalfyearshadbeenheremployer,althoughsheseldomcameincontactwithhiminthecourseofherdailyworkasajunioreditor.AlexanderForbeswasalsoaclosefriendofHelenHathaway's;Joy,infact,sometimeswonderedifonedaythisfriendshipmightnotblossomintoromance,sincesheunderstoodForbeshadbeendivorcedforyears.ItwasthankstoAuntHelen,asamatteroffact,thatshehadbeenluckyenoughtogetherjobwithForbesandRandall.
 
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Shefrowned.ShecouldthinkofnoreasoninvolvingherselfthatwouldbringAlexanderForbeshereforabusinessbrunchonabeautifulspringSunday.AndwhowasTedHendricks?Helensaid,"Sitdown,willyou,darling,andstoplookingsosuspicious!Iwanttobriefyoubeforetheyarrive,that'sall.""Briefmeaboutwhat?"NowHelenhesitated,andglancingathersharply,Joybecameawareofatensenessaboutherthatwasalmostcommunicable.Shesaid,"Obviously,somethinghashappened,andnaturallyI'movercomewithcuriosity.Butwillyoupleasegettoit,whateveritis?""I'mtryingto,"HelenHathawaysaid,andtheslightquavertohervoicewasentirelyunlikeher."Joy,I'vetoldyouaboutmynephewJamie?""JamesDuncanMacCaithness?"Puzzled,Joysaid,"Ofcourseyou'vetoldmeabouthim.It'squiteatimesinceyou'veseenhim,isn'tit?"Helennodded,stilltaut,stillunlikeherself."Muchtoolong,"shesaid."IfeelI'veneglectedJamieterribly,yettherereallyhasn'tbeenanythingelseIcoulddo,untilnow.Evennow,itisn't/whocandoanything...."Joyshookherhead,herbewildermentincreasing."AuntHelen,you'retalkinginriddles,"shesaidgently."IsupposeIam."HelenHathawaysatdownsomewhatunsteadilyinanarmchairupholsteredinpaleyellowandwhitestripes."I'mnotdoingthisatallwell,"sheconfessed,"andifIdon'tgettothepointAlexandTedwillbehereandIwillhavelosttheopportunitytoexpressmyownviewstoyou.IsupposethethingofitisthatIamsoterriblyafraidyouaregoingtorefusethem---""Refusethemwhat?"HelenHathawayevadedadirectanswer.Insteadsheasked,"Justhowmuchdoyouknowaboutmynephew,Joy?"NowJoysatdownontheedgeofacouchandfeltherselfverydefinitelybrushedbyHelenHathaway'snervousness.Shesaid,"IimaginemostpeoplehaveheardafairbitaboutJamesDuncanMacCaithness,AuntHelen.You'veneverreallytalkedmuchabouthimyourself,though,andI'lladmitthatI'vewonderedaboutthatsometimes.I'veimaginedthatitwasthenatureofhisworkandtheplacesitapparentlyhastakenhimtothathaskeptyoufromseeingmoreofhim.Surelyhe'sjustaboutthebest-knownfigureintheworldofinternationaldiplomacytoday.Asamatteroffact,IthinkthatifIsubstitutedtheword'espionage'fordiplomacyIwouldbeontherighttrack.Yournephewhasachievedquiteacloak-and-daggerreputation;atleastIwouldgatherthisfromthethingsIreadabouthiminthepress.Journalistsseemtofindhimexcellentcopy!""Doyouthinkyouwouldknowhimifyousawhim?"Helencutin.Joyhesitated."Ithinkso,"shesaidthen,"althoughIcan'tbepositive.ItoccurstomenowthatI'venotreadanythingabouthimforquiteawhile.YetIstillrecallpicturesI'veseenofhimfromtimetotime,andIrememberafull-lengthphotothatwasonthebackcoverofabookhewroteacoupleofyearsago.Hewashugeanddarkandformidablebutstillratheroverwhelminglyhandsome,ifmymemoryiscorrect.""Yourmemoryiscorrect,"Helenconceded."YouarealsorightaboutnothavingreadverymuchaboutJamieoflate.Thefewstoriesthathaveappearedinthepapersabouthimhavebeencalculated'plants'designedtokeeptoomuchcuriosityfrombeingarousedabouthim.""Oh?""Jamie,"Helensaid,"wasonamissiontotheMiddleEastseveralmonthsago,andwasseverelyinjuredduringthecourseofit.TedHendricks,whomyouwillmeetshortly,hasbeenmy*primesourceofinformationabouthimsinceJamie,itseems,wasinadangerspot,ashesooftenhasbeen,butthistimehewascapturedandheldasahostage.Notlongafterwardtherewasanuprisingandhemanagedtoescape,butnotwithoutbeingbadlywounded."Shesighed."I'mafraid,"sheadmitted,"thatsinceStuart'sdeathI'veallowedmyselftolosetrackoftoomanythings...andtoomanypeople,

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