Here’s the third cover ‘Confession in Vegas’ – it looks fabulouuuuus…thank you to my wonderful cover artiste Tamar…just awesome! The fourth cover ‘Deception in Geneva’ will be coming soon but for now enjoy the excerpt below.
Confession in Vegas
Jenna Harper has it all, a gorgeous and loving man, a thriving career, a busy social life and fabulous adventures around the world. Life is indeed good. But all that is about to be tested when billionaire Thorne Hamilton makes a confession that leaves Jenna shocked. Will his confession tempt her to put everything on the line?
Thorne Hamilton stepped into the grand ballroom of his Las Vegas hotel, and like a magnet, all eyes were upon him. He had money, charisma, and power. It all showed. He was thirty nine years old and he had the world by the balls.
Wherever he went, intrigue and curiosity followed. Being one of the wealthiest and most eligible bachelors in the world, attention of every kind was expected. Whether good or bad, effortlessly it flowed. He wished the bad kind would take a long sabbatical and let him be. But no such luck there. Wealth was a magnet for the unscrupulous, and over the years, he’d grown accustomed to the shenanigans of people and media alike. Not to mention the opposite sex. It made him weary, not of women per se, but of their intentions.
Unlike many of his contemporaries, exercising caution when indulging his libido was key. It kept him out of the headlines. With so much at stake, namely his image and reputation, carelessness was not an option. Choosing the right woman, at the right time, for the right reason was essential. And like a business deal, it had to be on his terms. Since he wasn’t interested in a prolonged affair, many accepted the rules of engagement simply out of the desire to be with him. This suited him perfectly. It kept that part of his life uncomplicated. With his mental and emotional faculties in the clear, it allowed for more focus and concentration on the business which he loved with a passion.
As the preeminent developer of luxury real estate, his work took him to remote and exotic places, where he built some of the world’s top resorts and casinos. His properties catered to the ultra wealthy, where they paid exorbitant amounts of money for seclusion and privacy.
Like them, he enjoyed his privacy too. He chose when and where he would avail himself to people, places and things. Frivolous socializing wasn’t his thing. Didn’t enjoy it one bit. So he would emerge out of his lair for professional reasons only.
Being a man of the world, he knew the fundraisers, dinner parties and special events were good for business. It was always good to keep the brand in circulation. And if that meant he had to suffer through a few hours of superficial pleasantries, so be it. Business always came first. His decisions, personal and otherwise, revolved around what was best for Hamilton International Resorts and Casinos. And sometimes what was best was to forfeit his privacy and don his billionaire persona instead. In light of that, attending Jack Carter’s birthday bash tonight served that end.
As his gaze wandered lazily over the crowd, he couldn’t help but take note. The guest list was stellar. Jack hadn’t missed anyone of importance. It was a who’s who from the world of finance, entertainment, media and politics. The right mix of players with enough money to buy a small country. He recognized many of the faces gathered in the grand ballroom of his luxury hotel, Oro Vegas, a world class hotel, casino and apartment complex on the strip. And like its namesake, Oro was certified gold. The premiere choice for those with discerning tastes and hefty bank accounts.
Even though the scene before him felt more like a gala than a birthday party, it didn’t fail to impress. The tables gleamed with brilliantly polished silverware. Immaculately dressed waiters circulated with trays of champagne. Light from candles and chandeliers glinted off the women’s diamonds as the ladies mingled, admiring one another’s priceless gowns and no doubt swapping stories about their children, diets, shopping and god knew what else. The music by a string quartet stationed at the opposite end soothed and enchanted. An elaborate ten tier birthday cake of white chocolate in the center of the dance floor commanded the room like a Michelangelo masterpiece. And soon, from what he’d been told, Oro’s resident DJ Ace Knight who would take over and kick this elegant birthday bash into high gear – Vegas style.
It was just like Jack to be over the top, he mused. The size of the man’s ego was hard to miss. His self importance evident everywhere, especially in the lavish details. His wealth unquestionable. There was no doubt in anyone’s mind just who Jack Carter was.
Belinda, the event director for Oro, had planned the party exactly to Jack’s specifications and she’d done a bang up job from the looks of it. She was worth every penny that he paid her. He would make sure to compliment her efforts the next time he saw her.
As his gaze continued to wander every which way, it finally settled on a young woman talking to Jack Carter’s wife, the hostess to this over the top shindig. He studied the young woman for a moment, as certain possibilities flitted through his mind, and waited for his instincts to kick in. He needed to feel the pull in his gut. As if sensing his appraisal, the young woman suddenly turned and locked eyes with him. He was taken aback. The look in them told him she was trouble.
“Not your type.”
Turning his head to the side, he acknowledged Kevin Warner, his right hand man and good friend standing beside him. Disapproval evident in his tone and manner.
“Is that so?” he said, sounding amused.
“I know your type man, and she doesn’t even come close.”
Thorne grinned. Kevin was one of the few people on the planet who knew his tastes and preferences on practically everything, including women. There was nothing that Kevin wasn’t privy to. The man was more like a brother than a friend, more a confidante than an employee. Their relationship may have started out as business but over the years had grown into a deep friendship. His loyalty Thorne appreciated, his honesty he highly valued. There was no one else that Thorne trusted more than Kevin.
“I suppose you’re right,” Thorne agreed.
“Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll find someone tonight,” Kevin reassured. “By the way, before I forget, Adam Wilson is here. Thought you should know.”
The name had Thorne calmly looking around. “Where? Have you talked to him yet?”
“No. I wanted to run something by you first. I think we should approach him again about the Fiji deal. I can’t think of a better time to do it than tonight. I’m sure I can finally convince him to come aboard as an investor. What do you think?”
Thorne thought for a moment. “If you can pull it off, then yeah, go for it.”
“Excellent,” he replied, sounding pleased. “Well, I’d better get on the move.”
With Kevin off to conduct business, Thorne quickly retreated to the far side of the room. He stood back and observed the goings-on at the party.
With a final sweep of the room, he noticed the man of the hour across the dance floor performing his hosting duties without a ripple. Thorne watched him exchange a quick word, a smile, a kiss to the hand and laugh at a joke as he weaved in and around the guests with effortless ease. Only a lifetime of experience could do that. It was one of the many things they shared in common.
And despite all his flamboyance and extravagance, Jack Carter was one of the most respected businessmen in the world. And for that, Thorne had made an exception to put in an appearance. Otherwise he and Kevin would’ve been overseas tackling the details of their latest development, a fifty thousand square foot hotel complex in Morocco. But business, he’d decided, could wait for one night.
With his usual panther like gate, he began to move. It was time to mingle and grab a drink. He moved through the crowd greeting those he knew, making small talk, exchanging pleasantries and being mysteriously charming. Women fawned all over him, and a few propositioned him as he made his way to the bar. He was a magnate for such things. He knew he could sleep with any woman in the room, married or single, if he so desired. Women didn’t need much coaxing to open their legs for him, and he knew it.
“Macallan 25, neat,” he said, signaling the bartender. He scanned the faces of the women and waited for a pull.
Which one of them was going to attract him tonight?
Then he saw her. And his instincts kicked in. He felt the pull. As always.