CONTENTS
THE MAKEOVER
TRULY EVERLASTING
BOUND BY PASSION
ESSENCE
OF
DESIRE
Love, Passion and Promise
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AUTHOR BRENDA JACKSON BRINGS YOU THREE
UNFORGETTABLE STORIES UNDER HER LOVE, PASSION AND PROMISE IMPRINT
ESSENCE
OF
DESIRE
THE MAKEOVER
TRULY EVERLASTING
BOUND BY PASSION
Dear Readers,
I proudly present to you the second book from the Madaris Publishing Company, Essence of Desire.
I appreciate all the emails I received letting me know how much you enjoyed my publishing company’s first book, Forever Mine. I also want to thank you for giving me your thoughts and ideas on what characters you would like to see in my second book.
The Madaris Family Novel in this book (Truly Everlasting) was taken from the novella, Something to Celebrate. This is Felecia Madaris and Trask Maxwell’s story. This is a story that I wrote ten years ago after losing my baby sister to breast cancer. I needed to write a story that would make me laugh during a difficult time, so this story is very special. I hope you will find it special as well.
In my story, The Makeover, I’m bringing back a man that I introduced in my novel, Perfect Timing. I received a lot of emails asking for Robert Noble’s story, and I’m happy to present it to you.
In Bound by Passion, you’re reacquainted with secondary characters from my story, Bare Essentials, taken from the Living Large anthology. I was fascinated with Michelle and Royce from day one, and always hoped to get to pen their stories.
I have written over sixty books and if there are characters from any of those books that you would love to see in their own story, please let me know at [email protected]
To visit my website, please click on www.brendajackson.net or you can visit www.madarispublishing.com for additional information on future books.
All the Best,
Brenda Jackson
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
Special thanks to the love of my life, Gerald Jackson, Sr. who is my hero.
To my family whose undying support has always been there through thick and thin.
To my sons, Gerald Jr. and Brandon, whom I am very proud of and who challenged me to put into practice what I’ve always told them... “If you can conceive it then you can achieve it.”
And to my Heavenly Father, who loves me and gives me the talent to write and the desire to reach my full potential.
THE MAKEOVER
To my readers, who after reading PERFECT TIMING, wanted Robert Noble’s story. This one is for you.
To Betty Dowdell, you were intrigued with Robert Noble from the first, and this one is especially for you.
By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.
Song of Solomon 3:1
One
Squinting against the June sun that was blaring through her window shield, Roxanne Miller focused her gaze on the magnificent looking structure that sat on the hill. It was a huge house and in earlier days it had been the belle of Summerlin, Tennessee. And she had been hired to help bring the glorious old lady back to her grandiose splendor.
And all for Robert Noble.
Robert had been her brother Colton’s best friend as long as she could remember. The two had practically been inseparable while growing up. It was only after the two had obtained graduate degrees from MIT, that job offers compelled them to go separate ways; but even to this day their friendship remained close. Colt had moved to L.A., met Cinnamon Dunbar and eventually married. Robert was godfather to Colt and Cinnamon’s little boy, affectionately known as CJ.
As she drove her car up the steep hill toward the house, she couldn’t help but reminiscence. She could recall being a lanky, braces wearing teenager who’d had a crush on Robert at fourteen. But then after closely observing how he and Colt had clung –and quite proudly—to the playboy reputations they’d heartlessly earned, she began seeing him in an unfavorable light. He was no longer the boy she had wanted to grow up and marry, the boy she had wanted to be her first. In her eyes he and Colt had become incorrigible womanizers of the worse kind.
It had been five years since she’d seen him last, and that had been at Colt and Cinnamon’s wedding. At the time it seemed odd that Colt had thrown in his bachelor towel to settle down to marital bliss, while Robert appeared destined to stay in hot pursuit of the next available woman forever. It had been highly rumored the morning after the wedding that he and one of Cinnamon’s bridesmaids had engaged in a tryst the night before.
She wondered if at thirty-six he was still the playboy wonder, enjoying whatever conquests life tossed his way or if he’d settled down with a steady woman in his future. And from what she could tell, it was a pretty bright future filled with wealth and power since he’d formed Noble Technology, which was hailed as the largest black-owned computer software company in the United States. Regardless of the fact that he had probably broken a lot of hearts while climbing his ladder of success, she was still proud of the fact that like Colt, who owned a massive engineering firm, another hometown guy had done well.
And Robert didn’t mind sharing some of the wealth with the little guy like herself. She had been delighted to get the call from his secretary last week to say he had purchased what used to be the Potter’s Estate and wanted to hire her as the interior designer to do a makeover of the place. With the economy being the way it was, she could definitely use the business.
At that moment her cell phone went off and she was glad she was about to bring the car to a complete stop. She would not have wanted to maneuver driving up the steep hill while talking on the phone.
She clicked on the line. “Hello?”
“Where are you Roxie?”
Although she hadn’t heard that voice in a while, she would have recognized it anywhere. She couldn’t help but smile at the sexiness in his deep tone. It seemed some things got better with age. “Robert?”
“Yes.”
“How are you?” she asked. “And as to where I am, I’m in the driveway of the Potters’ Estate, parked next to another car, which means your secretary is probably here already. Are you calling from Orlando?”
She knew he was living in Orlando now and so far his secretary had handled all the communications between them, although she was yet to meet the woman. However, she had spoken to Hazel Norwood several times and yesterday Ms. Norwood indicated she would be fly
ing in for today’s meeting to give her the specifics as to what Mr. Noble wanted done to his new home. He had purchased this one to use as a secondary home to be close to his parents who still lived in town.
“No, I’m not in Orlando. Take a look to your left.”
She did and there he was, standing propped against the frame of the front door. Of their own accord, her eyes roamed him up and down and took great pleasure in doing so. He looked good. No he looked better than good. He was exuding so much raw masculinity that it had her inhaling and then exhaling. He was impeccably dressed in a dark suit, white shirt and printed tie; the epitome of a very successful businessman. And besides all that, he looked hot. The yummy dark chocolate kind of hot.
“Aren’t you getting out of the car?” he asked, and she watched as a smile curved his lips.
Oh yes, she intended to get out and was glad she had taken pains with her appearance today. This was certainly a surprise since she hadn’t expected him to be here. “Yes, I’m getting out, hold your horses,” she said grinning, before clicking off the line and putting her cell phone away.
She tried slowing down her breathing while at the same time recalling that no matter how far back their friendship went that this meeting was all business. He had purchased a home that he wanted her to decorate. Colt, knowing how bad business had been going for her lately, had probably recommended her and she was glad.
Opening the car door she eased out. Tightening the straps of her purse on her shoulder she began walking toward him and thinking Robert Noble was definitely a fine specimen of a man.
***
Roxie had certainly grown up, Robert thought, raking his gaze over her. For some reason his eyes kept going back to her legs. He didn’t recall them being so long before and so shapely. And then there was the rest of her wearing a chocolate brown skirt and a beige blouse. She had a cute pair of sandals on her feet with a leather purse that clung to her shoulder. Her waist was small, her hips curvy. He really shouldn’t be looking at her like this and thinking all kinds of salacious thoughts.
This was Colt’s kid sister for heaven’s sake. And although he’d heard from both Colt and his parents that she was now a divorcee, to him she was still Roxie—pain in the butt Roxie. But at the moment he was feeling pain in another part of his body. He straightened his stance before she noticed just how bad he was hurting. How long had it been since he’d been without a woman? Ten months? Mariah Beam’s false accusations of sexual harassment still irked him, although thanks to his attorneys he had been cleared of the woman’s charges. But still, her actions had taught him a valuable lesson.
He drew in a deep breath as Roxie got closer, right within his reach. She stopped in front of him and he was forced to study her features. She had beautiful caramel colored skin, dark brown eyes with lashes that were long and dark. And then there was her mouth with lips that looked like they were made to be kissed. He automatically extended his hand out to her.
“A handshake instead of a hug, Robert?”
He quickly thought he could do better than either, and bent over to give her a kiss on the cheek. “How are you Roxie?”
“I’m doing fine, and,” she said smiling, and glancing around at the grand structure he was standing in front of. “It’s seems like you’re doing fine as well if this place is anything to go by.”
He couldn’t help but grin. “Mom and Dad are getting up in age and Kat and I figured we needed to come home and check on them whenever we can. For me it would be easier to maintain my privacy with my own place.”
She nodded in understanding. The home she had purchased a few years ago was what she considered a safe distance from her parents as well. She didn’t have to worry about unexpected drop-in visits.
“And how is Kat?” she asked smiling. Katherine was his sister who was a couple of years older than she, and owned a pharmaceutical company and lived in Atlanta.
“She’s fine and doing well. Her business is booming and she’s looking to open another firm in Dallas later this year.”
“She’s still single?” she asked.
“She’s too busy to settle down.” He then gazed deep into her eyes and said quietly. “Colt told me about your divorce. Sorry.”
She shrugged. “Don’t be. I’m not. I was only married a couple of years and I’m not going to lie and say you probably would have liked him. Colt didn’t.”
His laugh was raspy. “Yeah, so I heard.”
Knowing how close he and Colt were, she wasn’t surprised. “So, where’s your secretary?” she asked, deciding it was time to change subjects and officially get down to business.
“It was time I flew in to check on the folks so I told her I would meet with you.”
She knew that his parents, like hers, were an active couple. They loved their kids but liked their freedom and didn’t want their offspring hovering over them. Colt and his family usually flew home every year for the holidays and she made a point to visit every Sunday for dinner. That was enough for her parents who enjoyed doing things with other retired couples like Robert’s parents. They were known to take trips together since the four enjoyed camping out.
“I’m glad you did,” she heard herself say. “It’s been a while. What, about five years?”
He raised a brow. “That long?”
“Yes. Not since Colt’s wedding,” she pointed out.
He leaned against the doorframe again. “That’s right. You weren’t at CJ’s christening,” he said.
No, she wasn’t. That weekend two years ago when her parents had flown to L.A., she had feigned an illness to stay behind to move out of her apartment with Darrin. Disappointment, as well as anger, flooded her insides whenever she thought of her ex-husband whose idea of relieving job related stress was coming home every day and treating her like crap. She had taken as much of it as she could but the day he had raised a hand to her had been the last straw. Luckily he had caught himself, but still, just the thought that he had come close to hitting her had sent her packing. And the sad thing was that he hadn’t come looking for her with an apology or requesting any type of reconciliation. He had continued on with his life as if she’d never been a part of it. She was grateful she no longer ran into him from time to time since he had finally taken a job that had moved him away from Summerlin.
Deciding it was time to change the subject yet again, she said. “So tell me about this house; exactly what do you envision? What is it that you want?”
He studied her gaze for a moment longer and then as if he felt her desire not to offer an explanation as to why she had missed her nephew’s christening, he said. “Let’s go inside and look around, shall we?”
Robert opened the door and stood back to let Roxie walk pass him. He had suspected there had been a good reason for her not to attend her nephew’s christening, and later Colt had basically confirmed things when he said she and her husband had split. Since Colt and his parents had never liked the man, there hadn’t been any blood lost. No one could understand how she had gotten involved with the guy in the first place and had been shocked when she’d eloped one weekend.
“This place is gorgeous.”
Her words intruded on his thoughts and he glanced over at her. She was standing in the middle of the living room in front of the huge floor to ceiling, wall-to-wall window that provided a beautiful view of Lake Darling as well as the Arcane hills and valleys. “You’ve never been inside this place before?” he asked, although from the look on her face he could tell that she hadn’t.
“No, it’s not as if many of the regular folks and the Potters ran in the same circles,” she said, since everyone knew how the Potters used to snub their noses at the middle class and under.
“No, it’s not like they did.” He glanced around, taking in all the expensive light fixtures hanging from the ceilings as well as the fancy crown moldings that bordered the walls. It had been for sale for about a year and he had negotiated with the realtor for half that long to get the price where he wanted i
t.
“I want to give this house more than just a designer’s touch,” he decided to say, letting his gaze return to her, seeing how immersed she was in checking out certain things.
She turned and met his gaze. “What would you like done?”
“A total makeover.”
She lifted a brow. Typically, whatever the client wanted, the client got with no questions asked. However, she couldn’t reframe from saying. “A total makeover for a house you only plan to live in on occasion?”
“Yes.”
He’d given her an answer. Nothing more and nothing less. There was no doubt in Roxie’s mind that he saw the lingering questions in her gaze, but evidently chose to ignore it when he said. “One of the first things I want to change is the light fixtures in here. They are too dramatic.”
Roxie glanced up and couldn’t help but concur. The chandelier was so humongous it seemed to overpower the room. “I’m thinking something less reflective. Softer lightning would work.”
“I agree.”
They spent the next hour and a half going from room to room, while he told her his likes and dislikes and the changes he wanted to see implemented. She had taken a notepad from her purse and jotted down information. Ideas had already begun forming in her head of how she could do the things he wanted.
She was in awe as they stepped out in the courtyard. It was huge with a swimming pool and a private tennis court. “I want more flowering plants than what is here, the kind that will bloom year round. I want this to be a showplace at night and envision a lot of light out here, enough to reflect on the lake,” he told her.
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