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It happened the way attraction happens best: suddenly, passionately, uncontrollably and unforgettably.
Thousands of feet above the ground on a crowded flight to Washington, D.C., radio personality Keely Williams felt the irresistible pull of handsome congressman Dax Devereaux. They were speaking at the same congressional hearing about Vietnam soldiers listed as MIA. Tragically, Keely?s husband was among the missing soldiers. He had been her childhood sweetheart, her future, her ...
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Overview

It happened the way attraction happens best: suddenly, passionately, uncontrollably and unforgettably.
Thousands of feet above the ground on a crowded flight to Washington, D.C., radio personality Keely Williams felt the irresistible pull of handsome congressman Dax Devereaux. They were speaking at the same congressional hearing about Vietnam soldiers listed as MIA. Tragically, Keely’s husband was among the missing soldiers. He had been her childhood sweetheart, her future, her love – and then the unanswered question Keely dedicated her life to solving.
Until there was Dax. And the possibility of a new future. But could Keely allow herself to love again, and still honor the man of her past?
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  • ISBN-13: 9781551666013
  • Publisher: Mira
  • Publication date: 6/28/2000
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 304
  • Product dimensions: 4.15 (w) x 6.76 (h) x 0.87 (d)

Meet the Author

Sandra Brown
Sandra Brown is the author of numerous New York Times bestsellers - including most recently Smash Cut, Smoke Screen, Play Dirty, Ricochet, Chill Factor, White Hot, Hello, Darkness, The Crush, and Envy. She is the recipient of the 2008 Thriller Master Award from International Thriller Writers, Inc. She and her husband live in Arlington, Texas.

Biography

In 1979, Sandra Brown lost her job at a television program and decided to give writing a try. She bought an armful of romance novels and writing books, set up a typewriter on a card table and wrote her first novel. Harlequin passed but Dell bit, and Brown was off and writing, publishing her works under an assortment of pseudonyms.

From such modest beginnings, Brown has evolved into multimillion publishing empire of one, the CEO of her own literary brand; she towers over the landscape of romantic fiction. Brown has used her growing clout to insist her publishers drop the bosom-and-biceps covers and has added more intricate subplots, suspense, and even unhappy endings to her work. The result: A near-constant presence on The New York Times bestsellers list. In 1992, she had three on the list at the same time, joining that exclusive club of Stephen King, Tom Clancy, J. K. Rowling, and Danielle Steel.

Her work in the mainstream realm has taken her readers into The White House, where the president's newborn dies mysteriously; the oil fields and bedrooms of a Dallas-like family dynasty; and the sexual complications surrounding an investigation into an evangelist's murder. Such inventions have made her a distinct presence in a crowded genre.

"Brown is perhaps best known now for her longer novels of romantic suspense. The basic outline for these stories has passionate love, lust, and violence playing out against a background of unraveling secrets and skeletons jumping out of family closets," wrote Barbara E. Kemp in the book Twentieth-Century Romance & Historical Writers . Kemp also praises Brown's sharp dialogue and richly detailed characters. "However, her greatest key to success is probably that she invites her readers into a fantasy world of passion, intrigue, and danger," she wrote. "They too can face the moral and emotional dilemmas of the heroine, safe in the knowledge that justice and love will prevail."

Critics give her points for nimble storytelling but are cooler to her "serviceable prose," in the words of one Publishers Weekly reviewer. Still, when writing a crack page-turner, the plot's the thing. A 1992 New York Times review placed Brown among a group of a writers "who have mastered the art of the slow tease."

Staggeringly prolific, Brown found her writing pace ground to a halt when she was given a different assignment. A magazine had asked her for an autobiographical piece, and it took her months to complete. Her life in the suburbs, though personally fulfilling, was nonetheless blander than fiction. That may be why she dives into her fiction writing with such workhorse gusto. "I love being the bad guy," she told Publishers Weekly in 1995, "simply because I was always so responsible, so predictable growing up. I made straight A's and never got into any trouble, and I still impose those standards on myself. So writing is my chance to escape and become the sleaziest, scummiest role."

When she started writing, her goal was always to break out of the parameters of romance. After about 45 romances, the woman who counts Tennessee Williams and Taylor Caldwell among her influences told The New York Times that felt she had reached a plateau. In fact, she doesn't even look at her books as romances anymore. "I think of my books now as suspense novels, usually with a love story incorporated," she said. "They're absolutely a lot harder to write than romances. They take more plotting and real character development. Each book is a stretch for me, and I try something interesting each time that males will like as well as women."

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  • "I hate to exercise and only do so because I absolutely must."

  • "I love to eat and my favorite foods are all bad for the body. Fried chicken and gravy, TexMex, red meat (hey, I'm from Texas!). My only saving grace is that I'm not that fond of sweets. Salty is my thing. Chocolate cake and ice cream I can skip. But a bag of Fritos. . ."

  • "It takes me a long time to go to sleep, usually because I read in bed and hate to put down the book. But when I do nod off, I'm a champion sleeper. I can easily do eight or nine hours a night."

  • "My worst "thing" is mean-spirited people. People who deliberately belittle or embarrass someone really irk me. The people I admire most are the ones who find something good about even the most undesirable individual. That was a quality my mother had, the one I hope most to emulate."

  • "I have a fear of gravity. Recently my whole family went to Belize. We had several adventures. We tubed a river through miles of cave, wearing head lamps so we'd have illumination. No problem. I scaled Mayan ruins. I rode horseback (on a monster named Al Capone) through the rain forest. No problem. But I couldn't zip line. Even though my five-year-old grandsons did it with glee, I just couldn't make that leap."

  • "I and my husband are huge fans of Jeopardy! We never miss it if we can help it. Does that make us complete dorks?"

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      1. Also Known As:
        Laura Jordan, Rachel Ryan and Erin St. Claire
      2. Hometown:
        Arlington, TX
      1. Date of Birth:
        March 12, 1948
      2. Place of Birth:
        Waco, Texas
      1. Education:
        Honorary Doctorate of Humane Letters, Texas Christian University, 2008
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    American Airlines flight number 124 from New Orleans to Washington, D.C., was in trouble. At least it seemed so to Keely Preston, whose cold, damp hands were clasped tightly in her lap as she stared anxiously out the window at the frequent blinding flashes of blue-white lightning.

    The first-class cabin provided a more comfortable flight than the passengers in the coach cabin must be experiencing, but then Keely always flew first class for that reason alone.

    "Miss Preston." Keely jumped and whipped her head around to face the airline hostess who was bending solicitously over the vacant seat on the aisle to address her confidentially. "Would you like something to drink?"

    Keely pushed back a few strands of caramel-colored hair and tried to smile with tight, stiff lips. She wasn't sure she was successful. "No, thank you."

    "It might help calm you. I've noticed that you're nervous about the storm. I assure you that everything is fine."

    Keely looked down at her clenched hands and smiled in self-derision. "I'm sorry that it shows." She glanced back up at the attendant and smiled with more conviction. "I'm fine. Really."

    The young woman smiled her professional smile and offered, "Ring me if you need anything. We should be out of the storm in the next several minutes and will land in Washington in about an hour."

    "Thank you," Keely said and made the effort to relax, to sit back against the thick luxury of the first-class seat and block out the ferocity of the storm by closing her eyes.

    The man across the aisle admired her display of courage, though he sensed she was terrified. As a matter of fact, he had admired everything about this woman since she had boarded the aircraft a fewminutes after he had. She was in possession of many admirable qualities.

    Her hair for instance. It was soft and casually styled. He despised trendy hairstyles copied from punk rock stars or women athletes.The lady across the aisle had hair that swept her shoulders each time she moved her head. It looked well-brushed and clean and he suspected it must smell like flowers.

    He wouldn't be a man if he hadn't noticed her tidy, compact figure when she had passed him on his aisle seat to find hers one row in front of and across the aisle from his. She was wearing a green two-piece knit suit. The sweater tapered to a trim waist. The skirt clung to taut hips and widened gradually to flare just below her knees.

    She had damn good legs too. He noticed that when she reached overhead to toss her trench coat in the compartment over her seat. That was when he had seen her in profile and noted that the front of her sweater conformed to a ripe, but not overfull, bosom.

    To anyone's observant eye he had been engrossed in the stack of papers he had withdrawn from his briefcase soon after takeoff. Actually he had been covertly watching the woman. She had ordered filet mignon for dinner, but had taken exactly three dainty bites of it. One bite of broccoli. No bread. No dessert. She had drunk one-half glass of rosé wine and one cup of coffee slightly creamed.

    He had read through several more of the official-looking documents after dinner, then stowed them again in his briefcase. He had been flipping through Time, but still continued to glimpse at the woman at regular intervals over the top of the magazine.Thus, he had seen and heard her exchange with the flight attendant. Now he gave up all pretense of reading and only watched her closely.

    At that moment the airplane hit an air pocket and dropped suddenly.To a seasoned flier it was nothing to panic over.The woman across the aisle bolted upright and whirled her head around. Her eyes were wide with fright.

    Before the man had thought about it, obeying a subconscious command he didn't stop to analyze, he was across the aisle and in the seat next to hers, holding her hands between the two of his.

    "It's all right. Nothing to worry about. Just a little turbulence. No need to panic." Indeed, they seemed to be the only two in the first-class section who had even noted the sudden, and immediately corrected, loss of altitude. The attendants were still in the galley, where the unmistakable clatter of china could be heard.The other passengers, few though they were on this late-night flight, were either asleep or too preoccupied to have noticed that the handsome young man had virtually leaped across the aisle to join the distressed woman.

    The warm, strong, masculine hands that gripped hers tightly were so well-groomed that Keely stared at them for a moment before she lifted her surprised eyes to the man's face. It was extremely close to hers but, oddly, not uncomfortably so.

    "I'm sorry," she heard herself say. What was she apologizing for? "I'm fine. Truly. It's just…" The hoarseness in her throat shocked her. Where were the melodious tones that usually characterized her speaking voice? And why was she stammering like an idiot, which surely this man must believe her to be. Who else acted like such a complete ninny on an airplane but a hysterical, neurotic female? And why didn't she feel inclined to draw her hands away from his?

    Instead she stared up into the blackest eyes framed by the blackest brows and feathered by the thickest, blackest lashes she had ever seen. There was a half-inch-long scar on his cheekbone just under his left eye. His nose was slender and finely chiseled. His mouth was full and wide, the lips dangerously close to being sensual. The jaw and chin were definitely stubborn and male, but saved from austerity by a deep dimple in his right cheek near the corner of that intriguing mouth.

    "Well, what are friends for?" he asked, smiling that heart-melting, confidence-inspiring smile that had become his trademark and anathema to his enemies.

    Hell, who are you kidding? he asked himself. He didn't feel like a friend. The lightning that electrified the atmosphere outside the airplane was nothing compared to the bolt that had struck him right between the eyes and straight in the heart when he had first looked her fully in the face.

    Green. Her eyes were green, wide, full of integrity, and sexy as hell. Her complexion wasn't peaches and cream. It wasn't that fair. More like peaches and…honey, sort of an apricot that would tan golden in the summer. It was tastefully enhanced with just the right touch of makeup.

    The nose was perfect.The mouth…God, the mouth! Her lips were soft and glossed with a shiny coral.

    She wore small gold loops in her ears. A slender gold chain gilded the base of her throat. She had no rings on the hands he still held. He celebrated that fact.

    Her body was trembling slightly and for one insane moment he wished he knew what it was like to have her quivering beneath him in unleashed passion. The thought both thrilled and shamed him. It was obvious she wasn't soliciting for that kind of reaction from a man. The lust originated only in his mind, but it was undeniably there.Yet not base desire alone. He felt a compulsion to cover her. Not with dominance, but with protection.To shield her.To imbue her with his strength. It was a uniquely masculine emotion. And he had never felt it before with any female.

    Some of the voracity of his thoughts must have shone in his eyes, for she was tugging gently on her hands. He released them reluctantly. "I'm Dax Devereaux," he said by way of introduction and to cover that self-consciousness that had suddenly sprung between them.

    "Yes, you are," she said, then laughed softly, nervously, at her own words. "I mean, I recognize you now. I'm pleased to meet you, Congressman Devereaux. I'm Keely Preston."

    His eyes narrowed as he stared at her, his head tilted in concentration."Keely Preston. Keely Preston.Where have I heard that name? Should I know you?"

    She smiled. "Only if you drive in New Orleans. I'm the traffic reporter on KDIX radio. I broadcast from the helicopter during rush hours."

    He smacked his forehead with an open palm."Of course. Keely Preston! Well, I'm humbled to meet such a celebrity."

    She laughed again and he delighted in it. Her laughter had a low, musical sound.The lovely face wasn't tense any longer. "Hardly a celebrity," she demurred.

    "But you are!" He leaned forward and whispered conspira-torially "I know people who wouldn't dare drive to work each day without your guidance from above." He cocked his head and lowered black brows over his dark eyes.They stared at her in perplexity. "Forgive me for making such a crass observation, Keely, but if you fly every day why..?" He let the question trail off and she finished it for him.

    "Why was I afraid a few minutes ago?" She turned her head to glance out the window again.They had flown through the worst of the storm, though streaks of lightning still lighted up the far horizon."It's silly, I know. It's not the flying. As you say, I do that every day. I think it was the storm that upset me." It was a lame excuse and sounded so even to her own ears. She didn't want to guess how ridiculous it sounded to Dax Devereaux.

    Why didn't she just explain to him? Why not tell him that Preston was her professional name, that she had another? Why not tell him why flying sometimes terrified her, that her job in the helicopter every day was part of her self-prescribed therapy to get over her own hang-ups?

    Those things were difficult to reconcile to herself, much less verbalize. She knew from experience that it made men— single, attractive men—uncomfortable when she told them of her circumstances.They didn't quite know how to catalog her. To save herself and Dax Devereaux from such an embarrassing situation, she would stick to the vague answer she had given. He seemed momentarily satisfied with it.

    To change the subject away from herself she asked him, "Are you going to be our next senator from Louisiana?"

    He chuckled and ducked his head in an almost boyish mannerism. She saw a few strands of silver in his thick dark hair. Beautiful hair.

    "Not if my opponents have anything to do about it. What do you think?" he asked her directly.

    "I think you stand a very good chance," she answered unreservedly and honestly."Your track record as a congressman is good."

    Dax Devereaux had made a name for himself in her native state. He was known as the workman's politician. Often he could be found in jeans and a work shirt talking to fishermen, farmers, or blue-collar factory workers. His critics scoffed at his tactics and accused him of insincerity and flam-boyancy His supporters worshiped him. In any event, he kept the populace aware of his activities. No one in his congressional district was ignorant of their representative's identity.

    "You don't think I'm an 'opportunist, constantly stirring up controversy for his own gain'?" he asked, quoting from a recent critical editorial.

    She had read the editorial and smiled. "Well, you must admit that it doesn't hurt you to have a name like Devereaux when running for public office in the state of Louisiana."

    He grinned back. "Can I help it if one of my great-great-grandfathers was an illustrious French Creole? I don't know if that's a help or a hindrance. Do you know how barbaric they behaved sometimes? Duels.They were a hot-blooded, short-tempered, snobbish bunch. One of my forefathers scandalized the family by marrying an 'American' girl after Jackson's defeat of the British. And a black sheep of the family even collaborated with the Yankees when the Union Army seized New Orleans during the Civil War."

    She was laughing now."Okay, okay.You're descended from a family of cutthroats and traitors." She looked at him speculatively"I would think that you'd be a publicist's dream," she remarked candidly.

    "Oh, yeah?" he asked and his eyes twinkled at her sudden embarrassment.

    She floundered. "What I mean is your names both start with d and end with x. Surely a clever adman would do wonders with that during a campaign. And your youth and— and good looks. Sort of a John Kennedy type."

    "Ah, but Mr. Kennedy had Mrs. Kennedy. I don't have an attractive wife as an asset." Keely knew that. Everyone did. His bachelorhood was a point his opponents played havoc with. Looking the way he did didn't help. Some considered a good-looking bachelor a threat and downright deadly when it came to effective politics.

    She was staring into her lap. His knee was so close to hers she could feel the fabric of his pant leg against her shin. She didn't move away. Instead she raised her eyes to his and found him studying her closely. "I don't even have a good prospect for a wife," he said.

    She swallowed. "Don't you?" The question was barely above a shaky explosion of breath.

    "No."

    That glorious sexual suppression. It was so exploited in movies, songs, and books. But it could be quite painful when one actually exercised it. The tumult that built in Keely's breast as she stared at Dax would not be squelched. For so many years it had been refused recognition, refused life. Now that it had a chance, it bloomed into enormous proportions, expanding her chest, filling her whole body, until her breathing was stifled. But before she died from that sweet suffocation, she was granted a reprieve.

    The flight attendant stopped beside Dax's seat and said, "I see that the two of you have got acquainted. Can I bring you anything, Miss Preston? Congressman Devereaux?"

    Dax hadn't taken his eyes off Keely and now he asked quietly, "Will you join me in a brandy?"

    She tried to speak, couldn't, so only nodded mutely. He turned to the stewardess and said,"Two brandies." Keely took that time to restore herself. She ran her tongue over her lips, blinked several times, drew three deep breaths, and smoothed moist palms over her skirt. His leg was where it had been. If anything, closer. How tall was he? She hadn't had time to notice when he had suddenly appeared beside her, grasping her hands.

    "Keely?"

    She looked up at him. His face was serious."If I run for the Senate, will you vote for me?" They laughed then and the tension was dispelled.They were served their brandies and she took a tentative sip. She didn't like it, but she didn't let him know that.

    "Tell me about your work. It must be fun and exciting," he said companionably.

    "It's much more glamorous from the outside than from within, I assure you. But I enjoy it."

    "Do you ever get tired of being stormed for autographs by an adoring public?"

    "Remember I'm on radio. People don't often recognize my face. But if I make a public appearance for the radio station, I enjoy a certain amount of VIP treatment."

    "Maybe you should go into the more visible medium."

    "Television? No, thank you!" she said with emphasis."I'll leave the cameras to my friend Nicole."

    "Nicole…? What's her name?"

    "Nicole Castleman. She anchors the six-o'clock news on the television station that shares the building with my radio station."

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    • Anonymous

      Posted March 9, 2009

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      TOO QUIRKY

      TOO MUCH LIKE A HARLIQUIEN ROMANCE AND NOT JUST A FANCY JACKEKET COVER SO THEY DONT CO OUT AND BUY A PREVIOUSLY PRINTED BOOK ONLY WITH A NEW FANCY JACKET ON IT A NEW NAME NEED TO BE AWARE A THE DATE AND NOT GET GET RIPPED OFF WHEN YOU FIND OUT ITS A BOOK YOU HAVE ALREADY READ.

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    • Anonymous

      Posted May 20, 2010

      Predictable but romantic.

      I enjoyed the story. It was good to be reminded of the stress of those left behind, both the POW's and their families left to wonder about them.
      The dilemma of not being single but living alone for years was an interesting slant on the usual conflict in romance novels. I do think love came a little to quickly and things worked out a little to neatly and predictably in the end, but I prefer that to a novel that does NOT end happily. I read for escape from life's tribulations, so I require a happy ending even if it makes for a slightly shallow crisis resolution in the storyline.

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    • Posted May 8, 2010

      Good Read

      It is not one of Sandra Brown's best books, but it is a good read, hence the headline. I enjoyed reading it, but I have actually read some of Sandra's books in one reading, sitting all night and reading. It seems to jump around a lot. I found it to be very erotic and sexy, which it fine, if you are into that kind of writing. I know she writes this kind of book but under a pen name. I would not have paid full price for this book, glad I got this one on sale. It took me about a week to finish it. My mother, 89 years old, read it and said if I had any more like this don't bother to give them to her. I guess that should tell you something.

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    • Posted May 5, 2010

      Classic Sandra Brown

      Very good classic Sandra Brown romance.

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    • Posted October 15, 2008

      She did it again...... WOW...WOW...WOW

      I have not read not just read this book once or twice I have read it several times over the last few years. It is a book that makes you stop and think that things could be worse, and can get better. Life does give you second chances even when you are not sure you want them. I wish the book have been longer only because I did not want it to end but I find that I feel that way with just about all of Sandra Brown's books. I wish they all had sequels so I could find out what happened next.

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    • Anonymous

      Posted August 18, 2004

      Just Perfect

      I couldn't get enough of this book. I wish it was longer. But then, it was just enough. WOW!!!!!!!!!!

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    • Anonymous

      Posted June 13, 2004

      ANOTHER WINNER FOR SANDRA BROWN

      I HAVE READ MANY BOOKS BY SANDRA BROWN SHE IS NEVER DISAPPOINTING. TOMORROW'S PROMISE IS ANOTHER GREAT, ORIGINAL STORY. REALISTIC, BUT WITH A HAPPY ENDING FOR KEELY.

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    • Anonymous

      Posted January 7, 2004

      AN ARDENT SANDRA BROWN FAN

      i simply loved this book. the characters are so real and the story so belivable you wouldnt want it to end. Highly recommended.

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    • Anonymous

      Posted September 25, 2000

      Tragic Romance-It was fantastic!!!

      I could not put this book down! I literally cried in some of the parts of it! I passed it on to all of my friends and they loved it too!

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    • Anonymous

      Posted September 11, 2000

      An Outstanding Romance

      Mrs. Brown, has out done herself this time,with 'Tomorrow's Promise' this outstanding book will grab you in the begining and lead you through the end. This is most definaltley a book you could read over and over again.

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    • Anonymous

      Posted August 6, 2000

      Great Book

      This is my first book of many i have read from Sandra Brown. It was a great book, great story and a book i could not put down. I would recommend anyone to read this book. I have lent it to a friend to read. It was great, the characters, plot everything. Great Job Sandra Brown

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