She had longed for a taste of the wild and reckless. And Olivia Jeffries got her chance when she met a handsome stranger at a masquerade ball. The attraction was instant, the electricity…volatile. But days later she discovered her new lover was none other than Reginald Westmoreland, her father's most-hated rival. She vowed to resist him further, but Reggie was relentless in his pursuit. He would stop at nothing—not even blackmail—to get Olivia back in his bed. Talk about sleeping with the enemy!
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There has to be another way for a woman to have fun, Olivia Jeffries thought as she glanced around at everyone attending the Firemen's Masquerade Ball, an annual charity event held in downtown Atlanta. Already she was gearing up for a boring evening.
It wouldn't have been so bad if she hadn't arrived from Paris just yesterday, after being summoned home by her father. That meant she had to drop everything, including plans to drive through the countryside of the Seine Valley to complete the painting she had started months ago.
Returning to Atlanta had required her to take a leave of absence from her job as an art curator at the Louvre. But when Orin Jeffries called, she hadn't hesitated to drop everything. After all, he was only the greatest dad in the entire world.
He had wanted her home after making the decision to run for public office, saying it was important that she was there not only for his first fund-raiser but also for the duration of his campaign. There would be a number of functions he would need to attend, and he preferred not to go with any particular woman on a regular basis. He didn't want any of his female friends to get the wrong idea.
Olivia could only shake her head and smile. Her divorced father had taken himself off the marriage block years ago. In fact, she doubted he'd ever allowed himself to be there in the first place. He dated on occasion, but he'd never gotten serious about any woman, which was a pity. At fifty-six, Orin Jeffries was without a doubt a very good-looking man. His ex-wife, who was Olivia's mom in genes only, had left a bad taste in Orin's mouth. A taste that the past twenty-four years hadn't erased.
Her two older brothers, Duan, who was thirty-six, and Terrence, who was thirty-four, had taken after her father in their good looks. And as in the case of their father, the thought of marriage was the last thing on their minds. In a way, she followed in her dad's footsteps as well. Finding a husband was the last thing on hers.
So there you had it. They were the swinging single Jeffries, although for the moment, nothing was swinging for her, Olivia thought. There were a few people at this ball who seemed to be having fun, but most, like her, were looking at their watches and wondering when proper etiquette dictated it would be okay to leave.
Whoever had come up with the idea of everyone wearing masks had really been off their rocker. It made her feel like she was part of the Lone Ranger's posse. And because all the money raised tonight was for the new wing at the children's hospital, in addition to the mask, everyone was required to wear a name badge on which was printed the name of a nursery rhyme character, a color of a crayon or a well-known cartoon or comic-book character. How creative.
At least the food was good. The first words out of her father's mouth when he'd seen her at the airport the day before had been, "You look too thin." She figured the least she could do was mosey on over to the buffet table and get herself something to eat. Hopefully, in a little while she could split.
Reginald Westmoreland watched the woman as she crossed the room, making her way over to the buffet table. He had been watching her for over twenty minutes now, racking his brain as to who she was. Mask or no mask, he recognized most of the women at the ball tonight. He knew almost every one of them because for years he had been immersed in the science of "lip-tology." In other words, the first thing he noticed about a woman was her lips.
He could recognize a woman by her lips alone, without even looking at any other facial feature. Most people wouldn't agree, but no two pairs of lips were the same. His brothers and cousins had denounced his claim and had quickly put him to the test. He had just as quickly proven them wrong. Whether you considered it a blessing or a curse, the bottom line was that he had the gift.
And there were other things besides her lips that caught his attention, like her height. She had to be almost six feet tall. And then he was struck by the way she fit into her elegantly designed black and silver beaded dress, the way the material clung to her shapely curves. He had noticed several men approach her, but she had yet to dance with any of them. In fact, it seemed that she was brushing them off. Reginald smelled a challenge.
"So, how is the campaign going, Reggie?"
Reginald, known to all his family as Reggie, turned to look at his older brother, divorce attorney extraordinaire, Jared Westmoreland. Just last week Jared had made the national news owing to a high-profile settlement he'd won in favor of a well-known Hollywood actor.
"It officially kicks off Monday. But now that Jeffries has decided to throw his hat into the ring, things should be rather interesting," he said, referring to the older man who would be his opponent. "With Brent, I have a good campaign manager, but I still feel it might be a tight race. Jeffries is well-known and well-liked."
"Well, if you need any help, let me know, although I'm not sure how much time I can spare now that Dana's expecting and all."
Reggie rolled his eyes. Just last month Jared had found out he was going to be a father. "Dana is going to be carrying the baby, Jared, not you."
"I know, but I'm the one who's been getting sick in the morning, and now I'm getting cravings. I never liked pickles until now."
Reggie couldn't help but smile over his wineglass. "Sounds like a personal problem to me." At the moment, his attention strayed from whatever Jared was saying. Instead, his gaze focused on the other side of the room. He noticed the woman whom he'd been watching sit down at a table. He had yet to see a man by her side, which meant she had come to the party alone.
"Umm, I wonder who she is?" he asked.
Jared followed Reggie's gaze and chuckled. "What's wrong? Don't you recognize the lips?"
Reggie shifted his gaze from the woman to his brother and frowned. "No, she's someone new. I definitely haven't met her before. Her lips don't give her away."
"Then I guess the only thing left for you to do is go over there and introduce yourself."
Reggie grinned. "I know they don't call you the sharpest attorney in Atlanta for nothing."
"Don't you know sitting alone at a party isn't good for you?"
Olivia swung her head around at the sound of the deep, throaty masculine voice to find a tall, handsome man standing beside her. Like everyone else, he was wearing a mask, but even with it covering half of his face, she knew he had to be extremely good-looking. In the dim lighting, her artist eye was able to capture all his striking features that were exposed.
First of all, there was his skin, flawlessly smooth and a shade of color that reminded her of rich, dark maple syrup. Then there was the angular plane of a jaw that supported a pair of sexy lips. The same ones that bestowed a slow smile on her. Apparently, he realized she was checking him out.
"In that case, I guess you need to join me," she replied, trying to remember the last time she'd been so outrageously forward with a guy and quickly deciding never. But the way the evening was going, she would have to stir up her own excitement. And now was as good a time as any to start. Maybe it was the fact that the party was so unrelentingly boring that made her long for a taste of the wild and reckless. The other men who had approached her hadn't even piqued her curiosity. She had no desire to get to know them better. But this man was different.
"I don't mind if I do," he said, easily sliding into the chair beside her while his eyes remained locked with hers. Her nose immediately picked up the scent of his cologne. Expensive. She quickly checked out his left hand. Ringless. Her gaze automatically went back to his face. Beautiful. Now he was smiling in earnest and showing beautiful white teeth.
"You're amused," she said, taking a sip of her punch but wishing she had something a little stronger.
Whoever he was, he was certainly someone worth getting to know, even if she was returning to Paris in a few months. That made it all the more plausible. It had taken her two years to get on full-time at the Louvre, and the hard work was just beginning. Once she returned, she would be working long hours, with little time to get her painting done. That was why she had brought her paints to Atlanta with her. She was determined to capture something worthwhile on canvas while she was here. The man sitting beside her would be the perfect subject.
"Flattered more than amused," he said, his voice reaching out and actually touching her, although she barely registered his words in her mind, because she was too busy watching the way his mouth moved. Sensuously slow.
She couldn't help wondering who he was. She had been gone from Atlanta a long time. After high school she had attended Pratt Institute in New York before doing her graduate work at the Art Institute of Boston. From there she had made the move to Paris, after landing a job as a tour professional, a glorified name for a tour guide.
He had to be around her brother Terrence's age, or maybe a year or so younger. She wondered if he would give her his real name, or if he would stick to the rules and play this silly little game the coordinators of the ball had come up with. His name badge said Jack Sprat. No wonder he was in such fine shape, she thought. Even in the tuxedo he was wearing, she saw broad, muscular shoulders and a nice solid chest. All muscles. Definitely no fat.
"So, Jack," she said, smiling at him the same way he was smiling at her. "What is such a nice guy like you doing at a boring party like this?"
He chuckled, and the sound sent goose bumps over her body. "Waiting to meet you so we can start having some fun." He glanced at her name badge. "Wonder Woman."
The smile that touched the corners of her mouth widened. She liked him already. "Well, trust me when I say, it's a wonder that I'm here at all. I really want to be someplace else, but I promised the person who paid for this ticket that I'd come in his place. And since it's all for charity, and for such a good cause, I decided to at least make an appearance."
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It seems that certain people refuse to accept Harlequin's recent legal ruling that was made on the issue they still want to push. Makes me wonder why. I suggest they read the legal ruling again. By the way . . . Tall, Dark... Westmoreland! was a wonderful book. Everything I expect from a Brenda Jackson.
The Harlequin legal department has concluded their investigation regarding the Brenda Jackson, "Tall, Dark...Westmoreland!", and the two Rochelle Alers titles, "Just Before Dawn" and "Private Passions". Their response is as follows: "Upon close review of the above titles, we have concluded that there is no basis for a finding of copyright infringement or plagiarism. The test for copyright infringement is `substantial similarity'. There is minimal similarity between Brenda Jackson's book and Rochelle Alers' two books. The plots, sequence of events, dialogue and character development are sufficiently varied such that the total concept and feel of Brenda Jackson's work does not in any way resemble that of Rochelle Alers' work. More specifically, at issue is the fact that Brenda Jackson's "Tall, Dark...Westmoreland!" refers to a suicide involving a young child as does Rochelle Alers' "Just Before Dawn". However, the scene (in the context of each story and its impact on the characters) differs widely. Further, even though both Brenda Jackson's book "Tall, Dark...Westmoreland!" and Rochelle Alers' book "Private Passions" involve campaigns for public office, this element varies significantly with regards to its relation to the plot. Above all, in copyright terms, these elements may be considered to be `scènes-à-faire' - that is, these elements are too commonplace to constitute protectable expression. For these reasons, it is our opinion that there is no copyright infringement in this case. Plagiarism, on the other hand, involves the unfair attribution to an author of another author's work. In effect, for plagiarism to exist, one author would have to falsely claim authorship over text that he or she did not write. This is most clearly indicated by verbatim reproduction of another author's text. We do not feel that there is any evidence of this in any of the books at issue, and are quite confident that our authors each individually and separately wrote their own books. There is not even a slight similarity in the language, tone or placement of the implicated scenes in each of these books. As such, it is our view that Brenda Jackson did not plagiarize Rochelle Alers' work."
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Reggie Westmoreland... what a man!,
By Reader Woman "The Book Diva" (New York) - See all my reviews
This review is from: Tall, Dark...Westmoreland! (Silhouette Desire) (Mass Market Paperback)
This was a wonderful addition to the Westmoreland family series. Brenda Jackson tells this fast paced, thrilling romance as ONLY Brenda Jackson can. And she has created another stunning Westmoreland man for us all to fall in love with. Reggie has all of the traits we love in Westmoreland men. He is determined and strong and alpha and hella, hella sexy. I read this book in one sitting because I couldn't put it down. This reminds me of the early Westmoreland books, takes me back to Dare and Thorn, when I first fell in love with this family. I highly recommend this novel.
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Tall, Dark...Westmoreland!,
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This review is from: Tall, Dark...Westmoreland! (Silhouette Desire) (Mass Market Paperback)
The premise of the book is that at a masquerade ball two people meet and there is an instant attraction. It leads to a passionate encounter. When they met again it is to discover that her lover is her father's political nemeses.There is also a sleazeball character in it that gets his in the end. It is a fun quick read with just the right amount of tension. I have read all of Rochelle Alers books as well as Brenda Jackson's and they have very different writing techniques. I enjoy both of them immensely. Here is to good reading and helpful reviews.
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