Eternally Yours [NOOK Book]



Attorney Syneda Walters and fellow attorney Clayton Madaris are just friends…the last two people likely to end up as lovers. Syneda holds all men at arm's length because of the father whose name she never knew. Clayton has always been a playboy, and no woman has ever come close to keeping his ...
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Attorney Syneda Walters and fellow attorney Clayton Madaris are just friends…the last two people likely to end up as lovers. Syneda holds all men at arm's length because of the father whose name she never knew. Clayton has always been a playboy, and no woman has ever come close to keeping his interest for very long.

or Lovers?

Things suddenly heat up between them when Syneda impulsively accepts Clayton's invitation to join him for a Florida vacation, and is shocked by how much passion she feels. To Clayton, Syneda has become a temptation he cannot resist…and the woman he wants to share the rest of his life with. But getting her to trust again means finding a way to heal old wounds and convincing her, with all his heart, that she will always be eternally his.

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  • ISBN-13: 9781426812620
  • Publisher: Kimani Press
  • Publication date: 2/1/2008
  • Series: Kimani Arabesque Series
  • Sold by: HARLEQUIN
  • Format: eBook
  • Edition description: Original
  • Pages: 288
  • Sales rank: 61,859
  • File size: 239 KB

Meet the Author

Brenda Jackson

A New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling and award-winning author of more than seventy-five romance titles, Brenda is a recent retiree who divides her time between family, writing and traveling with her husband. Readers may write Brenda at P.O. Box 28267, Jacksonville, Florida 32226, by email at or visit her website at

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"Your bed or mine?"

Clayton Madaris glanced up from his meal and gazed into the eyes of the woman who'd asked the question. She was beautiful, and her sensuous proposition was something any man would jump at. No hot-blooded male in his right mind would ever think of turning it down.

So why was he contemplating doing just that?

An impassive expression masked his handsome features. His hesitation had nothing to do with the fact that he'd just met her that morning. Like him, she was an attorney attending a convention in D.C. He had come to enough of these conferences to be prepared for the expected. One would be surprised just how many unmarried, as well as married people took advantage of the three-day convention to engage in short, no-strings-attached affairs. In all his thirty-five years, there had never been a time when he'd been hesitant about making love to a willing woman, granted the situation wasn't a risky one.

So what was wrong with him tonight?

His dinner companion undoubtedly was wondering the same thing and had no plans to stick around and find out. He sensed her agitation with his silence. Her eyes narrowed. "I won't make the same offer twice," she said quietly. There was a feverish edge to her voice.

Clayton nodded slowly, his eyes never leaving her face. He knew her type. She was a woman hungry for physical intimacy. Her eyes had sent him silent, intimate messages all day. There was no doubt in his mind that although he'd just disappointed her by not jumping at her offer, she wouldn't give up on him. She would make the offer again.

His smile was slow. "Sorry. Not tonight…"

Evidently not happy with his response, she pushed her plate aside and stood, giving him a measured look. "Perhaps another time, then?"

Clayton stared up at her before answering. "Perhaps."

After she left he simply sat, quietly eating the rest of his meal and drinking his coffee.

A short while later, after taking care of the dinner bill, he rode up the elevator alone to the fifth floor. During the ride he tried coming to terms with his sudden lack of interest in an affair. It wasn't like him to turn down any woman's advances or not make a score or two of his own. It definitely wasn't his style. Enjoying the opposite sex was something he had been overly fond of doing since his first time with Paula Stone when he'd been sixteen.

So what was his problem now?

The huge metal elevator doors swooshed open. Taking a deep breath he stepped out and began walking down the long hallway leading to his room. Opening the door to his suite, he walked into the sitting area, then through open double doors to the large bedroom.

He leaned his shoulder against the doorjamb, looking at the king-size bed. No one, especially those who considered him a player of the third degree, would believe he'd actually slept in the huge bed alone. And definitely not by choice.

He smiled as he pushed himself away from the door. There's a first time for everything, he thought, removing his tie and jacket and going into the bathroom. Peeling off the rest of his clothes, he stepped into the shower, dismissing the fact he'd taken a shower just before dinner.

Since becoming an attorney over ten years ago, he'd discovered his most soothing moments were in the shower while warm water caressed his skin. It was during that time he possessed the ability to blank out any thoughts other than those needing his undivided attention. In the end, whatever plagued his mind was usually put in perspective. At the moment, he needed to think about why he'd just refused an offer of no-strings-attached sex.

Adjusting the water, he picked up the scented soap and lazily lathered himself as he mentally analyzed the situation.

For some reason, he was becoming bored with the way his life was going. Somehow he was getting tired of his routine of chasing and bedding women. He twisted his lips in a wry grin. Now that was a laugh, especially since the main reason he had constantly shunned any sort of commitment with a woman was the fear of that very thing—boredom. He was the type of person who found any kind of routine deadly. He'd always been afraid of committing himself to someone only to lose interest with that person and end up feeling trapped.

His thoughts fell on his two older brothers, Justin, the physician, and Dex, the geologist in oil exploration. Both were happily married and neither appeared bored. If anything they seemed to be having the time of their lives with their wives, Lorren and Caitlin. Was it possible he'd been wrong? Was there a woman out there somewhere who could forever excite, stimulate and amuse him?

He shuddered at the way his thoughts were going; shocked that he could even consider such a thing. His credo in life for the longest time had been "The only men who aren't fools are bachelors." But he couldn't help wondering why lately he had been subconsciously longing for more than a little black book filled with the names of available women.

As the water from the shower pounded his body, he tossed the problem around in his mind, pulling it apart, analyzing and dissecting it. But he still couldn't come up with any answers.

With a groan he turned off the water and grabbed a towel. Stepping out of the shower, he began drying himself off. There were a lot of questions to which he needed answers. And he knew those answers wouldn't come from taking just one shower. The main problem might be that he had been working too hard lately. Too many court cases and too many late nights spent poring over them. A tired body occasionally filled the mind with foolish thoughts. And what could be more foolish than the notion that he was longing for a steady relationship with a woman?

Clayton shook his head to clear his muddled mind. What he needed was to get away for a while. He had some vacation time coming up. And it was time he took it.

Syneda Walters looked across her desk at the elegantly groomed woman sitting in front of it. She schooled her expression not to show her irritation and annoyance—or her pity. Bracing her elbows on the arm of the chair, she leaned forward. "Ms. Armstrong, I hope you'll reconsider your decision."

"But he has told me he's sorry about everything and really didn't mean to hurt me. He's been under a lot of stress lately. He loves me."

Syneda sighed, letting her well-manicured fingers run agitatedly over the desk surface. She could barely restrain herself from calling the woman all kinds of fool for letting a man abuse her. Yet the woman sat defending a man who evidently got his kicks using her as a punching bag.

Rubbing the ache at the back of her neck, Syneda stared beyond the woman and out the window. It was a beautiful day in early May. The midday sun slanted across the sky and reflected off another building. Its golden rays gleamed brilliantly in the blue sky. She watched as a flock of birds flew by and wished she could somehow fly away with them.

"Ms. Walters?"

Syneda's eyes again rested on the woman's tear-stained face. The bruises hadn't quite faded and were not adequately concealed with the use of makeup. "Yes?"

"You just don't understand."

Syneda allowed her eyes to close for a moment. Then pushing her chair back she rose and sat on the edge of her desk facing the woman. "You're right, Mrs. Armstrong, I don't understand," she replied quietly. "I don't understand several things. First, how can a man who claims he loves a woman physically hurt her the way your husband has repeatedly hurt you? Second, how can a woman who cares anything about herself let him do it and get away with it?"

Mary Armstrong blew her nose in a well-used napkin. "But he's my husband," the woman implored, pleading understanding.

Syneda didn't give her any. "He's also your abuser. Look, Mrs. Armstrong, you've only been in the marriage for three years and he's doing this to you now. What do you think he'll be doing to you three more years from now?"

"He'll change."

"That's what you said a few months ago." Syneda gave a disgusted shake of her head. "It's time for you to make changes. Don't live under a false conception you're worth less than you really are. Don't ever believe you deserve to be beaten. No one deserves that. And please stop thinking you're nothing without him."

There was a moment of silence in the room. Then the woman spoke. Her voice quavered with indecisiveness. "What do you suggest I do?"

"As your attorney I suggest the first thing you should do is get some counseling. And I highly recommend that you bring charges against your husband."

"Will he be arrested?"

"That's a good possibility."

The woman's face paled. "What will happen to his practice? He's an outstanding member of the community."

Syneda let out a huff of breath that was more disgust than anger. "He's also an abuser. As far as his medical practice is concerned, if I were you I'd let him worry about that."

"He loves me, and he's sorry that he's hurt me. I can't let him lose everything. I can't do that to him."

Syneda stood. "Then there's nothing I can do. We'll be more than happy to help you, Mrs. Armstrong, when you're ready to first help yourself. Good day."

Syneda continued to gaze at the closed door after Mrs. Armstrong had left. She let out a deep sigh of frustration. She was not having a good day. To be more specific, it had not been a good week. It had started with the case she'd lost on Monday, and the week had gone downhill from there.

She rubbed her forehead, trying to relieve the throbbing at her temples. Even after five years she often wondered about her decision to practice family law. But then, she silently admitted, the profession she had chosen was important to her because she'd always managed to feel she had somehow made a difference in someone's life; whether it was getting them out of a hellish marriage, taking on their fight for custody rights, or in a case like Mary Armstrong's, helping them to realize options in life other than one filled with physical abuse.

A quick knock sounded at the door. "Come in."

The door opened and her secretary stuck her head inside. "I'm leaving for lunch now. Do you have anything you want me to take care of before I go?"

Syneda shook her head. "No, Joanna. There's nothing that can't wait until you return."

Joanna nodded. "All right. And Lorren Madaris called while you were with Mrs. Armstrong."

"Thanks, and enjoy your lunch."

"I will," Joanna replied, closing the door behind her. Syneda picked up the phone and began dialing. Lorren Madaris was her best friend. Both of them had grown up as the foster children of Nora and Paul Phillips. "Lorren? How was Hawaii?"

"It was great. Justin and I had a wonderful time."

"I'm glad."

"What about you? What was the outcome of that case you were working on?"

Syneda studied her manicured nail for a long moment before answering. "We lost." She shook her head and tried shrugging off her disappointment. "As far as I'm concerned the judge's decision was wrong. No one can convince me that Kasey Jamison should have been returned to her biological mother. Where was the woman when Kasey really needed her? If you ask me she showed up five years too late. You of all people know how I feel about parents who desert their kids."

There was a slight pause before Lorren replied. "Yes, I know. And you're thinking about your father, aren't you?"

Syneda's body tensed. "I don't have a father, Lorren." Lorren said nothing for a while, then broke the silence. "So what're your plans now about the case?"

"For one thing, I won't give up. I feel like I've let Kasey down, not to mention her adoptive parents. I plan to appeal the judge's decision."

"Don't let things get you down. You did your best."

"But in this case, my best wasn't good enough." Syneda stood. She let out a deep sigh of frustration, not wanting to talk about the Jamison case any longer, not even to her best friend. "Lorren, I'll get back with you later. I need to prepare for my next client."

"Okay. You take care."

"I will."

As Syneda hung up the phone, a part of her mind slipped into a past she had done everything in her power to forget. Eighteen years ago this week, at the age of ten, she had received her mother's deathbed promise that the father Syneda never knew would be coming for her.

Syneda sighed deeply, remembering how her mother had died of an acute case of pneumonia. Even after the juvenile authorities had come and taken Syneda away because she'd had no other relatives, her mother's words, "Your father will come," had been her comfort and hope. Weeks later, after she'd been placed in the foster home with Mamma Nora and Poppa Paul, she still believed her father would come for her. She would never forget how she would stand in front of her bedroom window, watching and waiting patiently each day for him.

For an entire year she had waited before accepting he was not coming. She began pitying her mother for dying believing in the love and devotion of a man. If his actions were proof of the love two people were supposed to share, then Syneda wanted no part of love. As far as she was concerned, love was like a circle. There was no point in it. She swore to never blindly love a man and put her complete trust and faith in one like her mother had done.

Syneda's thoughts drifted back to the present when she heard a group of fellow attorneys conversing outside of her door. She quickly wiped away the tears that had filled her eyes and released a quivering breath. Just as she had told Lorren a few minutes ago, she didn't have a father.



"Lorren? Is anything wrong?"

"No. I'm glad I was able to reach you before you left the hotel for the airport. Will your flight make a layover in New York?"

"Yes, why?"

"I need to ask a favor of you."

Clayton Madaris smiled. "Sure. What is it?"

"Will you check on Syneda when you get to New York?"

"Why? Is something wrong?"

"I talked to her a few minutes ago, and she's down in the dumps. She lost an important case."

Clayton frowned. "I'm sorry to hear that. No attorney likes to lose."

"It wasn't about just winning the case, Clayton. This case was very important to Syneda."

He glanced at his watch. "All right, Lorren. I'll check on her when I get to New York."

"Thanks, Clayton.You're the greatest. Next to Justin, of course." Clayton laughed. "Of course."

"By the way, how was the convention?"

"Not bad. I had a nice time."

Lorren laughed. "Knowing you, I'm sure you did." Clayton chuckled. "I'll call you after I've seen Syneda."


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  • Posted April 27, 2010

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    Eternally Yours, I Wish

    Clayton was a Madaris tried and true. He was one man any woman would love to have. Well, not quite. He is a PLAYER, in the worst way. He has had more women than he could count. He was careful, but when your heart gets involved, care goes out the window. He was sharp, witty, handsome, built and had the smarts to be one of the best attorneys in the land.

    Syneda, was a sharp sister who knew how to argue her point. Oh, did I tell you she was beautiful and free-spirited?

    Syneda had a secret that she didn't even the answer to. Her mother died and she had no other living relatives that she was aware of. Out of the blue, comes family.

    One thing that Clayton and Syneda had in common was that they never agreed on much of anything, and, by the way, they were both attorneys with a history of getting what they wanted, in and out of the courtroom.

    All of the Madarsis men are alike. Once you've been branded, look out.

    3 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted October 14, 2008

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    This one of my favorite Brenda Jackson books I have read it more then once. It is full of friendship, romance, and some hot steamy loving. I love her Maradis family series and ever title in which I have read so far.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 16, 2008

    A Madaris Family Novel

    Syneda Walters was ten years old and her mother, Jan, was dying of pneumonia. Jan told Syneda that her father would come for her. Syneda was placed in a foster home because her father hadn¿t come forward. Syneda watched everyday thinking that her father would come, her mother said so. Now an attorney, Syneda Walters had grown up never needing a man. She would never trust a man for anything. Clayton Madaris had met Syneda at his brother¿s, Justin, house. Syneda and Justin¿s wife Lorren had been raised in the same foster home. Clayton and Syneda always seemed to be in a heated argument whenever they were together. After Syneda loses a heartbreaking custody case Clayton invited Syneda on a vacation in Florida with him, just as friends. Reluctantly Syneda decides to go. More than the sun heated up in Florida. Could the two also become lovers? Brenda Jackson has brought the feeling and the emotions to the forefront and I couldn¿t turn the pages fast enough to see if Clayton and Syneda would find true love. I enjoyed visiting with the Madaris family. Pickup a copy and enjoy.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 23, 2003


    Whatever you are looking for in love...this book has it. It is exceptional. A brilliant story told to capture the mind, body and, soul, a real winner. This book reflect what it is you want in a real man, a real go getter

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 2, 2001

    I was Spellbound!!

    This was the very first book of Mrs. Jacksons' that I read. How refreshing to read a true romance. I was truly spellbound and could not for the life of me put this book down until I read it from cover to cover. I am now hooked on her books!!!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 17, 2014

    A Must Read!

    I could not put my Nook or phone (Nook app) down because I wanted to keep reading. I will definitely look into purchasing the other books in Madaris family series. Brenda Jackson is an amazing author who I recently met at the 20th Essence Festival where she had a book signing. Great read!

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    The grey kit

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    "You have no reason to treat an apprentice that way!" She hissed at TigerClaw, then looked at Ravenpaw, her firey eyes glowing with light.

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    Posted November 22, 2012

    Very good

    Another great book by Brenda Jackson!

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  • Posted August 27, 2011

    Loved it

    Great author loved it

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  • Posted March 28, 2011


    Great reading wonderful love story

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 2, 2009

    Eternally yours

    My first book by Brenda Jackson, and I really enjoyed Clayton and Syneda story. Clayton... I would love to wear your dress shirt anytime

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