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Praise for #1
New York Times
Bestselling Author Sandra Brown

“Sandra Brown has continued to grow with every novel.”

—Dallas Morning News

“Brown's storytelling gift is surprisingly rare, even among crowd pleasers.”

—Toronto Sun

“A novelist who can't write them fast enough.”

—San Antonio Express-News

“Brown's forte is devising plots spiced with sexuality that keep her readers guessing.”

—Library Journal

“Plotting and pacing are Brown's considerable strengths.”

—San Jose Mercury News

“A master storyteller.”

—Newport News Daily Press

“She knows how to keep the tension high and the plot twisting and turning.”

—Fresno Bee

“Sandra Brown is known for her memorable storytelling.”

—Tulsa World

AND HER #1
NEW YORK TIMES
BESTSELLER THE ALIBI

“Murder, deceit, and passion percolate in this thriller.”

—People

“The Alibi
won't disappoint.”

—Orlando Sentinel

“Probably the best work by far by this awesome author. Fast paced … filled with twists and turns…. This crisp tale proves that the best just get better.”

—Harriet Klausner,
Midwest Book Review

“A story Brown's fans will savor.”

—Kirkus Reviews

“Fast paced and gripping. Chapters end with irresistible surprises, and you have to stop in the middle of one if you want to go to work or to sleep…. Great popular fiction … steamy and atmospheric … full of deep, dark nights and sudden silver linings … haunting… always entertaining. … A TRUE GREAT READ.”

—Baton Rouge Magazine

“A riveting tale of conflicting loyalties.”

—BookPage

Books by Sandra Brown

The Alibi

Another Dawn

Best Kept Secrets

Bittersweet Rain

Breath of Scandal

Charade

Eloquent Silence

Exclusive

Fat Tuesday

French Silk

Hidden Fires

Love Beyond Reason

Love's Encore

Mirror Image

Prime Time

Shadows of Yesterday

The Silken Web

Slow Heat in Heaven

Standoff

Sunset Embrace

Sweet Anger

The Switch

Tempest in Eden

Temptation's Kiss

A Treasure Worth Seeking

Unspeakable

Where There's Smoke

The Witness

WARNER BOOKS EDITION

Copyright © 1983 by Sandra Brown

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without permission in writing from the publisher, except by a reviewer who may quote brief passages in a review.

This Warner Books edition is published by arrangement with the author.

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Contents

Preface

One

Two

Three

Four

Five

Six

Seven

Eight

Nine

Ten

Sweet Anger

About the Author

Dear Reader,

For years before I began writing general fiction, I wrote genre romances.
Temptation's Kiss
was originally published more than ten years ago.

The story reflects the trends and attitudes that were popular at the time, but its themes are eternal and universal. As in all romance fiction, the plot revolves around star-crossed lovers. There are moments of passion, anguish, and tenderness—all integral facets of falling in love.

I very much enjoyed writing romances. They're optimistic in orientation and have a charm unique to any other form of fiction. If this is your first taste of it, please enjoy.

Sandra Brown

One

“T
his is your last warning, Barnes,” Megan Lambert said in a voice that made her subordinate shift uncomfortably in his chair. “To say the client was upset is putting it mildly. He said you hadn't even mentioned the country-music special to him. He would have bought as many commercial spots in that hour-and-a-half program as we would let him.”

The young man squirmed uneasily and averted his eyes from her steady gaze. He cleared his throat nervously. “I just didn't think—”

Megan's palm made an unexpectedly loud crack in the still room as she slapped the top of the fruitwood desk. “That's precisely my point. You haven't been
thinking.
This is the third time I've had to reprimand you in as many weeks. Every time you pull one of these incompetent stunts, it costs this television station thousands of dollars.”

She rose from her chair and went around the corner of the desk, propping her shapely hip against the corner and crossing slender ankles. “More than that, when you foul up it makes me look bad. I have to report to the station manager that we aren't meeting budget and then he chews me out. Do you get my drift, Barnes?”

“Uh, yes.”

“What's the problem?” she fired at him.

Her sharp tone wasn't that of a concerned parent or a sympathetic teacher, but more closely resembled that of a drill sergeant who really didn't care what the problem was, but only wanted it rectified.

Barnes looked up at her with a hopeful expression. “Well, I've been having trouble with this girl. She—”

“Spare me the details, Barnes,” Megan cut in briskly. “I don't care who your current love interest is. I don't care about the status of your personal life except as it relates to your work.”

She leveled her eyes on him, and he quailed under the impact. “I'll review your sales report at the end of this week. There had better be a vast improvement. And I suggest you take Mr. Thornton of Countrytime Records and Music stores to lunch and between now and then put together an advertising package that will cost us revenue but will soothe his ruffled feathers.”

“Okay,” he muttered.

Megan circled the corner of the desk and sat down again. Unnecessarily she thumped a stack of papers to straighten them, and said, “Now, if you'll excuse me, I have other things to do.” Taking his cue, Barnes left the office, with the relief of a man being granted a stay of execution.

Rather than feeling satisfied with the scene she had just played so well, Megan sighed wearily and slumped back in her high-backed leather chair. A well-manicured hand reached up to sweep back a wayward strand of auburn hair. She hated having to play the heavy in situations like this last one, but it was often required of her.

Standing, she walked to the wide window and opened the blinds a little wider. The skyline of Atlanta came into sharp focus, but she hardly saw it. Like all the salespeople under her supervision, she cared about Barnes, his happiness with his work, and his general well-being.

But what she had told him was true. As local sales manager for WONE TV, she had to make weekly sales reports to the station manager. If one account slipped, it cost the television station thousands of dollars in commercial time. Doug Atherton would apply the pressure expected of him. She in turn had to come down hard on her staff. It was perpetual buck-passing.

Her sympathies were with Barnes. He was heartbroken over a woman in the newsroom who had dumped him for a cameraman on the studio floor crew. Instead of complicating his life further, Megan wished she could console him, give him an opportunity to confide in her.

But she couldn't afford such a luxury, especially since she was a woman holding down a man's job and everyone more or less expected her to think with her heart instead of her head. When it came to business, she put aside her sensitive instincts and reacted to everything with pure professionalism. She didn't let personalities influence her business decisions.

Turning on the high heels of her snakeskin sandals, she studied her tastefully decorated office. She hadn't acquired it by being soft and generous. It was always difficult to let a salesperson go if he wasn't making the grade, but she had done it before and would do it again if necessary. The station management had never enjoyed sales records like the ones she'd set since becoming local sales manager, two years ago.

She hoped Barnes would come around. Not only did she want to maintain that tremendous growth in sales, but she'd always found it hard to back down once she'd taken a stand. She'd told Barnes he'd be fired unless he shaped up, and she intended to keep her promise. Many people would call her stubborn. She would have amended that definition to steadfast.

The light on her intercom panel lit up and beeped softly. She returned to her desk. “Yes, Arlene?” she said after pressing down the button that allowed her to communicate with her secretary.

“Mr. Bennett is asking to see you. Are you free?”

Instantly her body tensed into immobility. Her heart seemed to skip a beat and then pounded at double time, sending the blood roaring in her ears. For a moment she forgot to breathe, and then gasped in air until she felt dizzy. For what seemed a small eternity, she remained poised motionlessly over her desk. Then gradually she sank into her chair.

“Mr. Bennett?” The hard knot of distress that was lodged in her throat made the name sound hoarse.

“Mr. Joshua Bennett, of the Bennett Agency.”

There was an undertone of puzzlement in Arlene's well-modulated voice. The Bennett Agency was responsible for a large percentage of the station's advertising clients. The largest and most prestigious in Atlanta, the agency handled clients from all over the southeastern quarter of the country. Megan knew to the cent the revenue the agency funneled into WONE's coffers, but since assuming her job, she'd never worked with Joshua Bennett directly. He knew why, and, after making a few attempts to see her, he hadn't pressed her for an interview. His agents had always worked with one of her salespeople.

Why was he asking to see her now?

Her first instinct was to make an excuse, but she squelched it. That would be cowardly, and she couldn't tolerate the thought of Joshua Bennett's considering her a coward.

“Ms. Lambert?” Arlene inquired softly.

The words should have indicated to Megan that her agitation was far too obvious. When had Arlene ever called her by anything but her first name? “Yes, all right. I can see Mr. Bennett for a few minutes.”

She clicked off the intercom and tried to gather her thoughts, but they escaped from her mind like whimsical fireflies, shooting off into a million directions. She thought to stand up, then changed her mind and sat back down, her decision based largely on the seeming inability of her legs to support her. There wasn't nearly enough time to prepare herself for facing her nemesis, before he strolled through her door with all the arrogant self-assurance she remembered.

He shut the door behind him. She fell victim to eyes the color of, and as multi-faceted as, topaz. He looked at her for an interminable moment before saying softly, “Hello, Megan.”

“Mr. Bennett.”

Rather than seeming put down by her chilly greeting, he appeared amused. But then she remembered that everything in life seemed to amuse him. As always, his smug condescension irritated her, and the anger he'd always engendered began to simmer again. She was glad for it. At least now she was no longer held in the grip of the catatonia that had seized her the moment she'd heard his name.

She assessed him with as much objectivity as possible. Physically he hadn't changed since she'd seen him last—at her husband's funeral.

If anything, the additional silver in his dark hair made him more magnetically attractive than ever. He possessed an animal appeal that wasn't exactly sinister but certainly was dangerous. It made a woman both curious and wary, as though she would be gambling with her virtue to be left alone with him. How well Megan knew how he used that appeal. It was all she could do to keep her lip from curling with distaste.

His tall body was still trim, hard, and powerful. Apparently he continued to work out at a gymnasium each day, while driving his employees at a pace that prevented them from taking care of themselves as well. She resented each honed muscle that curved beneath the perfectly tailored charcoal-gray suit and soft blue shirt.

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