Flash by Jayne Ann Krentz

A blockbuster of sensual suspense from New York Times bestselling author Jayne Ann Krentz
Sparkling with Jayne Ann Krentz's irresistible blend of sassy wit and sheer suspense, this sizzling bestseller explodes into passionate pyrotechnics as a self-made millionaire and a charmingly disorganized entrepreneur team up to corner a killer. Soon, they find their unruly partnership has the power to set the night on fire....
Olivia Chantry may leave her desk in disarray, but she's a business dynamo: her Seattle-based company, Light Fantastic, creates the promotional flash her clients need. Her marvelous success has almost made up for a crumbled marriage that has left her wedded to a career instead of a mate. But all that may change when Olivia inherits 49 percent of Glow, Inc., her uncle's high-tech lighting firm, and she butts heads with the interloper who bagged the other 51 percent: Jasper Sloan, a venture capitalist and deal-maker known as an orderly man with all his ducks in a row.
From the start of their feisty business dealings, the so-called partners nearly crash and burn -- and barely keep control of the sexual energy crackling between them. But when they discover a blackmailer is hard at work uncovering secrets inside Glow, Inc., Olivia and Sloan's steamy joint venture faces the acid test of truth...and a need for absolute trust. For when extortion turns to murder, a union of their minds -- and hearts -- might be their only chance to stay alive.

About the Author
The author of over fifty consecutive New York Times bestsellers, Jayne Ann Krentz writes romantic-suspense in three different worlds: Contemporary (as Jayne Ann Krentz), historical (as Amanda Quick), and futuristic/paranormal (as Jayne Castle). There are over 30 million copies of her books in print. She earned a BA in history from the University of California, Santa Cruz and went on to obtain a Master's degree in library science from San Jose State University in California. Before she began writing full time she worked as a librarian in both academic and corporate libraries. She is married and lives with her husband, Frank, in Seattle, Washington. Jayne loves to hear from her readers and can be found at Facebook.com/JayneAnnKrentz.

Excerpt. Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.
Chapter One
The present...
Jasper knew that he was in trouble because he had reached the point where he was giving serious consideration to the idea of getting married again.
His attention was deflected from the dangerous subject less than a moment later when he realized that someone was trying very hard to kill him.
At least, he thought someone was attempting to murder him.
Either way, as a distraction, the prospect was dazzlingly effective. Jasper immediately stopped thinking about finding a wife.
It was the blinding glare of hot, tropical sunlight on metal reflected in the rearview mirror that got Jasper's attention. He glanced up. The battered green Ford that had followed him from the tiny village on the island's north shore was suddenly much closer. In another few seconds the vehicle would be right on top of the Jeep's bumper.
The Ford shot out of the last narrow curve and bore down on the Jeep. The car's heavily tinted windows, common enough here in the South Pacific, made it impossible to see the face of the person at the wheel. Whoever he was, he was either very drunk or very high.
A tourist, Jasper thought. The Ford looked like one of the rusty rentals he had seen at the small agency in the village where he had selected the Jeep.
There was little room to maneuver on the tiny, two-lane road that encircled tiny Pelapili Island. Steep cliffs shot straight up on the left. On Jasper's right the terrain fell sharply away to the turquoise sea.
He had never wanted to take this vacation in paradise, Jasper thought. He should have listened to his own instincts instead of the urgings of his nephews and his friend, Al.
This was what came of allowing other people to push you into doing what they thought was best for you.
Jasper assessed the slim shoulder on the side of the pavement. There was almost no margin for driving error on this stretch of the road. One wrong move and a driver could expect to end up forty feet below on the lava-and boulder-encrusted beach.
He should have had his midlife crisis in the peace and comfort of his own home on Bainbridge Island. At least he could have been more certain of surviving it there.
But he'd made the extremely rare mistake of allowing others to talk him into doing something he really did not want to do.
"You've got to get away, Uncle Jasper," Kirby had declared with the shining confidence of a college freshman who has just finished his first course in psychology. "If you won't talk to a therapist, the least you can do is give yourself a complete change of scene."
"I hate to say it, but I think Kirby's right," Paul said. "You haven't been yourself lately. All this talk about selling Sloan & Associates, it's not like you, Uncle Jasper. Take a vacation. Get wild and crazy. Do something off-the-wall."
Jasper had eyed his nephews from the other side of his broad desk. Paul and Kirby were both enrolled for the summer quarter at the University of Washington. In addition, both had part-time jobs this year. They had their own apartment near the campus now, and they led very active lives. He did not believe for one moment that both just happened, by purest coincidence, to find themselves downtown this afternoon.
He did not believe both had been struck simultaneously by a whim to drop by his office, either. Jasper was fairly certain that he was the target of a planned ambush.
"I appreciate your concern," he said. "But I do not need or want a vacation. As far as selling the firm is concerned, trust me, I know what I'm doing."
"But Uncle Jasper," Paul protested. "You and Dad built this company from scratch. It's a part of you. It's in your blood."
"Let's not go overboard with the dramatics," Jasper said. "Hell, even my fiercest competitors will tell you that my timing is damn near perfect when it comes to business. I'm telling you that it's time for me to do something else."
Kirby frowned, his dark blue eyes grave with concern. "How is your sleep pattern, Uncle Jasper?"
"What's my sleep pattern got to do with anything?"
"We're studying clinical depression in my Psych class. Sleep disturbance is a major warning sign."
"My sleep habits have been just fine."
Jasper decided not to mention the fact that for the past month he had been waking up frequently at four in the morning. Unable to get back to sleep, he had gotten into the habit of going into the office very early to spend a couple of hours with the contents of his business files.
His excuse was that he wanted to go over every detail of the extensive operations of Sloan & Associates before he sold the firm to Al. But he knew the truth. He had a passion for order and routine. He found it soothing to sort through his elegantly arranged files. He knew few other people who could instantly retrieve decade-old corporate income tax records or an insurance policy that had been canceled five years earlier.
Maybe he could not control every aspect of his life, he thought, but he could damn sure handle the paperwork related to it.
"Well, what about your appetite?" Kirby surveyed him with a worried look. "Are you losing weight?"
Jasper wrapped his hands around the arms of his chair and glowered at Kirby. "If I want a professional psychological opinion, I'll call a real shrink, not someone who just got out of Psych 101."
An hour later, over lunch at a small Italian restaurant near the Pike Place Market, Al Okamoto stunned Jasper by agreeing with Paul's and Kirby's verdict.
"They're right." A] forked up a swirl of his spaghetti puttanesca. "You need to get away for a while. Take a vacation. When you come back we'll talk about whether or not you still want to sell Sloan & Associates to me."
"Hell, you too?" Jasper shoved aside his unfinished plate of Dungeness crab-filled ravioli. He had not been about to admit it to Kirby that afternoon, but lately his normally healthy appetite had been a little off. "What is it with everyone today? So what if I've put in a few extra hours on the Slater project? I'm just trying to get everything in order for the sale."
Al's gaze narrowed. "It's not the Slater deal. That's routine, and you know it. You could have handled it in your sleep. If you were getting any sleep, that is, which I doubt."
Jasper folded his arms on the table. "Now you're telling me I look tired? Damn it, Al..."
"I'm telling you that you need a break, that's all. A weekend off isn't going to do the trick. Take a month. Go veg out on some remote, tropical island. Swim in the ocean, sit under a palm tree. Drink a few margaritas."
"I'm warning you, pal, if you're about to tell me that I'm depressed..."
"You're not depressed, you're having a midlife crisis."
Jasper stared at him. "Are you crazy? I am not having any such thing."
"You know what one looks like, do you?"
"Everyone knows what a midlife crisis looks like. Affairs with very young women. Flashy red sports cars. A divorce."
"So?"
"In case you've forgotten, my divorce took place nearly eight years ago. I am not interested in buying a Ferrari that would probably get stolen and sent to a chop shop the first week I owned it. And I haven't had an affair in -- " Jasper broke off suddenly. "In a while."
"A long while." Al aimed his fork at Jasper. "You don't get out enough. That's one of your problems. You lack a normal social life."
"So I'm not a party animal. So sue me."
Al sighed. "I've known you for over five years. I can tell you that you never do anything the usual way. Stands to reason that you wouldn't have a typical, run-of-the-mill midlife crisis. Instead of an explosion, you're going through a controlled meltdown."
"For which you recommend a tropical island vacation?"
"Why not? It's worth a try. Pick one of those incredibly expensive luxury resorts located on some undiscovered island. The kind of place that specializes in unstressing seriously overworked executives."
"How do they manage the unstressing part?" Jasper asked.
Al forked up another bite of pasta. "They give you a room with no phone, no fax, no television, no air conditioner, and no clocks."
"We used to call that kind of hotel a flophouse."
"It's the latest thing in upscale, high-end vacations," Al assured him around a mouthful of spaghetti. "Costs a fortune. What have you got to lose?"
"I dunno. A fortune maybe?"
"You can afford it. Look, Paul and Kirby and I have already picked out an ideal spot. An island called Pelapili. It's at the far end of the Hawaiian chain. We made the reservations for you."
"You did what? "
"You're going to stay there for a full month."
"The hell I am, I've got a business to run."
"I'm the vice president, second largest shareholder, and the chief associate in Sloan & Associates, remember? You say you want to sell out to me. If you can't trust me to hold the company together for a mere month, who can you trust?"
In the end, Jasper had run out of excuses. A week later he had found himself on a plane to Pelapili Island.
For the past three and a half weeks he had dutifully fully followed the agenda that Al, Kirby, and Paul had outlined for him.
Every morning he swam in the pristine, clear waters of the bay that was only a few steps from his high-priced, lowtech cottage. He spent a lot of time reading boring thrillers in the shade of a palm tree, and he drank a few salt-rimmed margaritas in the evenings.
On days when he could not stand the enforced tranquillity for another minute, he used the rented Jeep to sneak into the village to buy a copy of the Wall Street Journal.
The newspapers were always at least three days old by the time they reached Pelapili, but he treasured each one. Like some demented alchemist, he examined every inch of print for occult secrets related to the world of business.
Jasper thrived on information. As far as he was concerned, it was not just power, it was magic. It was the lifeblood of his work as a venture capitalist. He collected information, organized it, and filed it.
He sometimes thought tha...
--This text refers to the hardcover edition.

Amazon.com Review
Once again, Jayne Ann Krentz brings wit and intelligence to her distinctive, sure-fire recipe for contemporary romantic suspense. Self-made venture capitalist Jasper Sloan is restless for new opportunities when a client's death leaves him with a controlling interest in Glow, Inc. The other 49 percent is owned by sleek, sexy Olivia Chantry, whose sharp mind and shapely body immediately attract Jasper's interest. Before the combative new partners can agree on how to run Glow, they're beset by a more disturbing problem--a blackmailer with access to deeply buried secrets and few qualms about using violence to get what he wants. Olivia's colorful family members, a nosy news hound, and various society types add touches of humor while the protagonists' self-confident, straightforward approach to romance is refreshingly free of angst. As always, Krentz pairs two equally strong people, endowing them with just enough quirks to make them real, and provides plenty of plot twists to keep her story humming. Flash is romantic suspense of a high order. --Ellen Edwards --This text refers to the hardcover edition.

From Publishers Weekly
Bestselling author Krentz (Sharp Edges) once again displays her expertise in contemporary romance thrillers. As in most of her fiction, an attractive hero and heroine are set up as antagonists, then fall in love. Here she pits Jasper Sloan, successful venture capitalist-turned-CEO of GLOW Inc., against Olivia Chantry, who possesses 49% of the stock and is the niece of the company's recently deceased owner. Both powerhouses in their own right, the two expect to dislike each other, but, not surprisingly, the attraction between them leads to steamy encounters. Romance takes a back seat when a mysterious intruder threatens blackmail, and Jasper and Olivia join forces to prevent their respective family secrets from being exposed. Krentz provides the requisite inside look at the glamorous life. Olivia's special events company, Light Fantastic, provides "flash" for product launches, political fund-raisers and corporate happenings, replete with over-the-top interior designs, sumptuous catering and state-of-the-art technology. Though Krentz's hometown of Seattle, Wash., is the setting, there is little local background; the action might as well take place in any major city where financial wizards and corporate executives hobnob with politicians, nosy journalists and gossipy columnists. Yet Krentz delivers on her tried and true formula: charismatic though uncomplicated main characters, a compelling plot with equal parts romance and suspense, and a surprise denouement that neatly ties up all the loose ends. Editor, Linda Marrow.
Copyright 1998 Reed Business Information, Inc. --This text refers to the hardcover edition.

From Booklist
Krentz adds this dazzling tale to her string of 23 best-sellers. Jasper Sloan, a self-made millionaire and venture capitalist, is burned out and in pursuit of a new thrill when he learns of the death of a colleague, a business partner who has left him 51 percent of an up-and-coming company. GLOW, Inc., has always been a family operation, so Jasper's arrival is greeted with the suspicion that he will gut the company and sell it. The other 49 percent of GLOW is held by Olivia Chantry, the niece of the late owner. As Jasper and Olivia lock horns over the future of the company, he realizes that the excitement he's been missing is right before his very eyes in the form of his lovely new business partner. As they argue over the best way to run the company, yet another player enters the field, one determined to destroy Jasper, Olivia, and the people they hold dear. With superb style and skill, Krentz creates a series of false trails that cloak the identity of the threat to GLOW until the final, dramatic unveiling. This new element of suspense, plus Krentz's trademark family squabbles and strong characters, will thrill her fans. Melanie Duncan --This text refers to the hardcover edition.

From Library Journal
Krentz (Grand Passion, Audio Reviews, LJ 4/1/94), the master of the contemporary suspense romance genre, is in top form with this title. Burnt-out millionaire venture capitalist Jasper Sloan is looking for a new challenge when the untimely death of Rollie Chantry gives Sloan a 51 percent interest in Chantry's successful high-tech lighting firm, Glow, Inc. Adding spice to this new undertaking is Chantry's niece Olivia, the savvy, beautiful events coordinator extraordinaire for the Light Fantastic company, which now owns 49 percent of Glow. In spite of her initial antagonism toward this interloper, Olivia is forced to unite with Jasper to combat a ruthless blackmailer threatening to expose disconcerting family secrets, and their close collaboration provides ample opportunity for sexual sparks to ignite. Although the abridgment may have some fans clamoring for more amorous encounters, actress Barbara Garrick provides a gracefully enunciated reading that is recommended for most romance collections.?Linda Bredengerd, Hanley Lib., Univ. of Pittsburgh, Bradford, PA
Copyright 1999 Reed Business Information, Inc. --This text refers to the hardcover edition.

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