Eye Of The Beholder

Eye Of The Beholder

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by Jayne Ann Krentz
     
 

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Jayne Ann Krentz has crafted "romantic suspense of the highest order" (Amazon.com) in twenty-two New York Times bestsellers, including her recent blockbuster, Flash. Now, she unearths secrets at a New Age resort, where a hard-edged businessman and a beautiful art expert make a tantalizing mind-body connection -- and where a killer threatens their piece of

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Jayne Ann Krentz has crafted "romantic suspense of the highest order" (Amazon.com) in twenty-two New York Times bestsellers, including her recent blockbuster, Flash. Now, she unearths secrets at a New Age resort, where a hard-edged businessman and a beautiful art expert make a tantalizing mind-body connection -- and where a killer threatens their piece of paradise.

Alexa Chambers has a flair for style, an eye for art -- and a reputation in tatters. An expert in Art Deco, she blew the whistle on an employer who was selling fakes to wealthy clients. Her payoff? No job and no prospects. Now she runs a shop in her hometown of Avalon, Arizona -- a hot spot for crystal devotees and sunset gazers. But gutsy, energetic Alexa has no intention of sitting still. She's ready to take risks to rebuild her career...and she secretly consults on an exquisite deco collection being installed at the new Avalon Resorts. Her scheme might just work -- if she can steer clear of the resort's owner, the enigmatic and possibly dangerous J. L. Trask.

Alexa was a scared teenager the last time she saw Trask, the man who accused her stepfather of murder. Insisting his dad's fatal car crash had been no accident, Trask vowed one day he'd come back to Avalon for revenge. Now, twelve years later, their meeting is inevitable. Their attraction is immediate. And their chances of bliss are infinitesimal.

Trask wants to piece together the past with Alexa's help -- and get closer to this dazzling deco diva. Alexa wants to protect her family -- and figure out Trask's real motivations. But when a killer emerges from the shadows, they have no choice but to team up to solve a deadly crime from long ago. As they trade sizzling sparks and snappy repartee loaded with sensual suggestion, their trail leads to a trendy spa called the Dimensions Institute, whose flaky denizens and strange atmosphere suggest there is more hidden there than meets the eye. They don't need a crystal ball to see that their survival -- and relationship -- depends on more than tantric breathing or a heavenly passion. They need a little help from a higher power: a true and trustworthy love.

Editorial Reviews

From the Publisher
Publishers Weekly Thriller fraught with tension both sexual and suspenseful.

Publishers Weekly The prolific Krentz...once again demonstrates her knack for page-turning plots that masterfully inveigle and misdirect readers up to a surprising denouement.

barnesandnoble.com In the eye of the romance reader, Jayne Ann Krentz remains one of the great authors of the decade....This wonderful writer always provides an entertaining story. Readers will relish the exciting story line. The lead protagonists are a warm, intrepid duo.

Rendezvous Krentz weaves her magic in this exciting and passionate tale. She leads us into a maze of puzzles and adventures which we don't want to end. Read, absorb, and enjoy.

Romantic Times [A] fun-filled and sensational tale by the incomparable Jayne Ann Krentz. Ms. Krentz is batting a thousand.

Library Journal
Twelve years after his father's suspicious death, J.L. Trask returns to Avalon, AZ, to open the latest in his string of luxury resorts but also to investigate what really happened. While in Avalon, Trask crosses paths with Alexa Chambers, art expert and boutique owner, who has her own reasons for cooperating with Trask's search for the truth. As smoothly polished and elegantly crafted as the art deco objets d'art that grace the plot, Krentz's latest romance is a seamless blend of passion and suspense. Lightly seasoned with touches of humor, this stellar romance should win new readers for Krentz (a.k.a. Amanda Quick and Jayne Castle), who lives in the Seattle area.--JC, SM Copyright 1999 Cahners Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Another charming modern romance featuring the usual Krentz ingredients: a Big Biz hero, an artsy heroine and a pile of New Age cosmobabble. Alexa Chambers, a world-class Art Deco consultant, lives in the picturesque desert town of Avalon, Ariz. (a Sedona look-alike), and runs a kitschy museum-replica store called Elegant Relic. Alexa has been relegated to hawking gargoyles after her reputation was devastated by an art-fake scandal two years earlier. Now, she's pinning hopes for her "triumphant return" to the art world on the secret consulting work she's done for the new Avalon Resort & Spa, an Art Deco fantasy hotel for which she has assembled a museum-caliber collection. The owner of the new resort, John Laird Trask, is returning to Avalon both to open his hotel and to investigate the death of his father, whose car went over Avalon Point 12 years before. In typical Krentzian fashion, Trask (called simply "Trask") is a self-made tycoon who has single-handedly built an empire and brought up a younger brother but is a bust in the male-female relationship department. He remembers Alexa because she's cute and the stepdaughter of the man Trask believes killed his dad. Luckily for Trask, the same lunatic responsible for his father's death is still in Avalon, where he has appointed himself guardian of the Dimensions Institute, a New Age haven that until Trask's arrival was Avalon's chief employer and visitor attraction. In his zeal to keep all the energy "vortices" balanced and positive, the Guardian embarks on a new series of murders and begins to threaten Alexa. As they follow clues to the crazy killer's identity, Alexa and Trask experience two nights of mad passion that turn theirindividual unbalanced vortices into a perfectly wired whole. The mystery's dorky, but Krentz again assembles an easy-to-like community of people.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781439154533
Publisher:
Gallery Books
Publication date:
12/24/2008
Pages:
400
Sales rank:
379,824
Product dimensions:
5.00(w) x 7.90(h) x 1.10(d)

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Chapter One

Seattle, Washington

The present...

"Damn it, this isn't about opening another hotel, JL, it's about your obsession with revenge." Nathan planted his hands on the polished glass surface of the desk and scowled at Trask through the lenses of his gold-rimmed glasses. "This is about what happened to Dad all those years ago. Admit it."

"For the last time, I'm going to Avalon on company business." Trask leaned back in the gray leather chair and steepled his fingers. "I thought I'd made that clear."

Only Nathan still called him by the initials, JL. To the rest of the company and the world he was simply Trask, president and CEO of Avalon Resorts, Inc. It had been that way for five years, ever since he had left his position with Carrington-Towne Hotels to go out on his own.

"I don't like it." Nathan shoved himself away from the desk and thrust his hands into the pockets of his trousers. He stalked to the window and stared moodily out at the soft rain that drizzled over Seattle. "You've been obsessed with that property down in Arizona ever since you managed to buy it from Carrington-Towne two years ago."

"I'm focused on it, not obsessed with it. There's a difference."

"There sure as hell is, and take it from me, your attitude toward this project definitely comes under the heading of obsession. There was no good reason for us to acquire the old Avalon Mansion in the first place."

"Yes, there was," Trask said. "It was a steal."

Nathan snorted. "Only because it's been a financial disaster for every hotel and resort development company that has ever tried to do anything with it. Dad wasn't the only one who went broke trying to make it work. Even Carrington-Towne decided it wasn't worth the cost of gutting the old mansion and turning it into a hotel."

"It won't be a disaster for us," Trask said with absolute certainty. He was not the dreamer Harry had been, but he knew that he was very good at the hotel business. "Dad always said that Avalon would eventually become the next Sedona. He was right. He was twelve years ahead of his time, but he was right."

Nathan raised his eyes to the ceiling, apparently seeking patience from on high. "I'm not arguing the point. And I'm not saying that the new resort won't fly. Unlike Dad, you can make it work."

"Damn right, I can make it work." Trask felt no particular obligation to be modest about what was a simple, incontrovertible fact. "I may not be the creative type, but I know a good fantasy when I see one. And that's what we're in the business of selling. Fantasy."

Avalon, Arizona, with its surreal landscape of sculpted red rocks, mysterious sandstone canyons, and shatteringly spectacular sunsets, had caught the attention of artists, writers, retirees, and the New Age crowd several years ago.

A handful of small inns and bed-and-breakfasts as well as a trendy metaphysical retreat called the Dimensions Institute had operated successfully for several years in Avalon.

The new Avalon Resort & Spa, however, would be the first large, world-class hotel designed to attract the increasing number of tourists who had begun to discover the region.

"Avalon is going to be very hot in the next few years." Trask watched the cold rain come down outside the window and thought of the heat of that Arizona night twelve years ago. "We'll be there to ride the wave."

"I'm not doubting your instincts for this kind of thing." Nathan glanced uneasily at him. "It's just that I have a feeling this property is different from the others for you. The closer we get to the opening, the weirder you get."

"There's nothing weird about my going down for the official opening of the resort. I go to every opening."

"Sure, but you don't make plans to hang around for a month or two afterward."

"You know that I've been thinking that it might be a good idea for me to spend more time in the field." Trask smiled. "What's the point of having an office and an owner's suite at each of the properties if I don't use them once in a while?"

Nathan swung around abruptly, intelligent eyes narrowed behind the lenses of his glasses. "Let me handle the opening down in Avalon, JL."

Trask tapped his fingers together very gently as he considered the best way to deal with his brother.

Nathan had graduated from the University of Washington with a degree in architecture. He was the creative power-house responsible for the unique design concepts of each Avalon Resort.

Their mother, who had died shortly after Nathan was born, had bequeathed not only her artistic flair but also her light brown hair and warm hazel eyes to her youngest son.

Women considered Nathan good-looking. He had never lacked for dates. But he had been politely oblivious to every woman who had come along until he had fallen like the proverbial ton of bricks for Sarah Howe. The two had been married within four months of meeting each other. Trask had had his reservations, the chief one being that he considered Nathan too young to marry.

But, then, what did he know about marriage? His own had been a carefully considered decision made with the same attention to detail he applied to all his business affairs. It had proved to be a spectacular failure.

Nathan and Sarah, however, seemed blissfully happy. Any day now they would become parents.

Parents. It struck Trask as very strange to think of his little brother becoming a father.

From out of nowhere, he had a sudden, searing memory of standing with Nathan at Harry's funeral. That was when it had hit him for the first time that Nathan was now his responsibility. It would be his job to make sure that his younger brother had a roof over his head, went to college, and got started in life.

Trask knew he would never forget the raw fear that had descended on him at that moment. He had just come from the lawyer's office, where it had been explained to him that Harry had died on the brink of bankruptcy. Every major possession left, including the house in Seattle, was in jeopardy.

With an effort of will, Trask blanked the screen inside his head. He wondered if he should be worried about the fact that the old images were coming back with increasing frequency.

He had thought that the disturbing mental snapshots had all faded to distant memories. They had not troubled him much in recent years, perhaps because he had been consumed with one major crisis after another. Back at the beginning there had been the basic problem of keeping Nathan and himself afloat financially. Simultaneously he'd had to deal with his brother's grief, as well as his own mixed bag of anger and guilt.

When the dust had settled after the bankruptcy, he had focused on his long-term goal, the creation of Avalon Resorts, Inc. He'd continued to work construction for a couple of years, the kind of hard, heavy jobs that had financed his and later Nathan's education. And then he'd gone to work for Carrington-Towne. His success with the dynamic hotel conglomerate had helped him launch Avalon Resorts, Inc.

The business had been a godsend in ways other than financial. It had provided an outlet for the restless energy that burned within him. It had forced the shards of memories to the distant corners of his mind.

But now the unpleasant pictures were becoming sharper and more vivid again. All of them had one thing in common. They were connected to his father's death.

He didn't need a shrink to tell him that it was the plan to return to Avalon that was causing the images and the guilt that went with them to flash across the screen in his mind.

Nathan stared glumly out the window. "I don't like this, JL. I wish you weren't going down there. I've got a bad feeling about it."

"You know Glenda wants me there. She says she's pulled in a lot of media because of the hotel's art collection, and she wants to take advantage of it."

"I know." Nathan massaged the back of his neck. "We'll get a tremendous amount of press out of that collection."

"You'd better be right. When I think of what we paid that consultant..."

Nathan smiled wryly. "Edward Vale was worth every penny. He's one of the best corporate art consultants in the country. He's got contacts throughout the art world, and that's what it takes to pull together a great corporate art collection. Contacts."

"All I care about is that the company gets its money's worth."

"Does it ever worry you that you might be a little too focused on the bottom line, JL?"

Trask contemplated that briefly. "No."

"We're talking about art here. There are reasons other than the bottom line for putting together a great collection."

"Not for a corporation."

"What about the prestige factor?" Nathan swept out a hand as he warmed to his topic. "What about good corporate citizenship? Responsibility to the community?"

Trask grunted.

"What about the knowledge that Avalon Resorts, Inc., will be doing its share to make a fine collection of art and antiques available for viewing by thousands of people who might not otherwise have the opportunity? What about the duty to preserve and protect some of the most interesting objets d'art of the early twentieth century for generations to come?"

"We operate hotels. Bookings are the bottom line."

Nathan gave him an exasperated look. "I'm not worried about the collection, I'm worried about your fixation with the new resort. I want you to swear to me on a stack of Avalon Resorts quarterly reports that you're not going back for revenge."

"I'm going back to open the hotel that Dad dreamed of creating in Avalon," Trask said softly.

He did not tell Nathan about the private investigator he had hired six months ago. He knew the information would only fuel his brother's concern.

He was not going back for revenge, Trask thought. He was going back to get the truth.

After he had the answers to his questions there would be plenty of time to think about revenge.

Copyright © 1999 by Jayne Ann Krentz

Meet the Author

Jayne Ann Krentz is a New York Times bestselling author of contemporary romantic suspense novels. She also writes historical romance under the name Amanda Quick and paranormal romance under the name Jayne Castle. Jayne loves to hear from her readers and can be found at Facebook.com/JayneAnnKrentz.

Brief Biography

Hometown:
Seattle, WA
Place of Birth:
San Diego, CA
Education:
BA in History, University of California at Santa Cruz, MA in Librarianship from San Jose State University (California)
Website:
http://www.krentz-quick.com

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Eye of the Beholder 4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 30 reviews.
Mella12 More than 1 year ago
This is an ok story, but why on earth would I pay 18.00 plus for a five year old story when I can pick up this book at any bookstore in town for next to nothing used? Get a grip Barnes and Nobles!!!
breezybrez More than 1 year ago
I love this book. I stayed up all night just to finish it. Alexa Chambers is defendly a strong female character and can hold her own. Trask is one of those silent and dangerous types, but ends up softening for Alexa in the end. Love this book and this will not be the last of Jayne Ann Krentz books that I read.
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