Passion's Promise: A Novel

Passion's Promise: A Novel

by Danielle Steel
Passion's Promise: A Novel

Passion's Promise: A Novel

by Danielle Steel

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Smart, beautiful, and very rich, Kezia Saint Martin leads two lives: one as a glamorous socialite jetting between the poshest places in Europe and America; the other, under a false name, as a dedicated journalist committed to justice and her profession.

But the two worlds are pulling her apart, leaving her conflicted about her identity and the lies she tells to every man she meets. Then she meets Lucas Johns, a bold, dynamic crusader for social change — and an ex-con. Their attraction is immediate, but their love may be just one step from tragedy at any time.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780440129264
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Publication date: 05/01/1985
Edition description: Reissue
Pages: 352
Sales rank: 249,225
Product dimensions: 4.15(w) x 6.87(h) x 0.92(d)

About the Author

About The Author
Danielle Steel has been hailed as one of the world’s most popular authors, with over 650 million copies of her novels sold. Her many international bestsellers include Country, Prodigal Son, Pegasus, A Perfect Life, Power Play, Winners, First Sight, Until the End of Time, The Sins of the Mother, and other highly acclaimed novels. She is also the author of His Bright Light, the story of her son Nick Traina’s life and death; A Gift of Hope, a memoir of her work with the homeless; Pure Joy, about the dogs she and her family have loved; and the children’s book Pretty Minnie in Paris.


San Francisco, California

Date of Birth:

August 14, 1947

Place of Birth:

New York, New York


Educated in France. Also attended Parsons School of Design, 1963, and New York University, 1963-67

Read an Excerpt

Chapter One

Edward Hascomb Rawlings sat in his office and smiled at the morning paper on his desk.  Page five showed a large photograph of a smiling young woman coming down the ramp of a plane.  The Honorable Kezia Saint Martin.  Another smaller photograph showed her on the arm of a tall, attractive man, leaving the terminal for the seclusion of a waiting limousine.  The man, as Edward knew, was Whitney Hayworth III, the youngest partner of the legal firm of Benton, Thatcher, Powers, and Frye.  Edward had known Whit since the boy got out of law school. And that had been ten years ago.  But he wasn't interested in Whit. He was interested in the diminutive woman on his arm.  Edward knew her almost jet black hair, deep blue eyes, and creamy English complexion so well.

And she looked well now, even in newsprint.  She was smiling.  She seemed tanned.  And she was finally back.  Her absences always seemed interminable to Edward.  The paper said that she had just come from Marbella, where she had been seen over the weekend, staying at the Spanish summer home of her aunt, the Contessa di San Ricamini, n*e Hilary Saint Martin.  Before that Kezia had summered in the South of France, in "almost total seclusion."  Edward laughed at the thought.  He had seen her column regularly all summer, with reports from London, Paris, Barcelona, Nice, and Rome.  She had had a busy summer, in "seclusion."

A paragraph further down the same page mentioned three others who had arrived on the same flight as Kezia.  the so suddenly powerful daughter of the Greek shipping magnate, who had left her, his only heir, the bulk of his fortune. And there was mention as well of the Belgian princess, fresh from the Paris collections for a little junket to New York.  Kezia had been in good company on the flight, and Edward wondered how much money she had taken from them at backgammon.   Kezia was a most effective player.  It struck him too that it was once again Kezia who got most of the press coverage.  It was that way for her. Always the center of attention, the sparkle as she walked into restaurants and out of theaters.  It had been at its cruelest peak when she was in her teens; the photographers and reporters were always hungry, curious, prying, then.  For years it had seemed that she was followed everywhere by a fleet of piranhas, but that was when she had first inherited her father's fortune.  Now they were used to  her, and their attention seemed kinder.

At first Edward had tried hard to shield her from the press. That first year. That first, godawful, intolerable, excruciating year, when she was nine.   But the scavengers had only been waiting. And they hadn't waited long.  It came as a shock to Kezia when she was thirteen, to be followed by a red-hot young woman reporter into Elizabeth Arden's.  Kezia hadn't understood.  But the reporter had.   She had understood plenty.  Edward's face grew hard at the memory. Bitch.  How could she do that to a child? She had asked her about Liane, right there in front of everyone.  "How did you feel when your mother..." The reporter was four years late with her story.  And out of a job by noon the next day.  Edward was disappointed: he had hoped to have her job by the same night. And that was Kezia's first taste of it.  Notoriety.  Power.  A fortune.  A name.  Parents with histories.  And grandparents with histories and power and money.  Nine generations of it on her mother's side.  Only three worth mentioning on her father's.  History.  Power.  Money.  Things you can't conjure up, or lie about, or steal.  You have to be born with them running thick in your veins.  All three.  And beauty.  And style.  And then with some other magical ingredient dancing in you at lightning speed, then...and only then, are you Kezia Saint Martin.  And there was only one.

Edward stirred the coffee in the white-and-gold Limoges cup on his desk, and settled back to look at the view.  The East River, dotted with small boats and barges, was a narrow gray ribbon far below on his right.  He faced north from where he sat, and gazed peacefully over the congestion of midtown Manhattan, past its skyscrapers, to look down on the sturdy residential fortresses of Park Avenue and Fifth, huddled near the clump of browning green that was Central Park, and in the distance, a blur that was Harlem.   It was merely a part of his view, and not a part that interested him a great deal.  Edward was a busy man.

He sipped the coffee, and turned to "Martin Hallam's" column to see who among his acquaintances was allegedly in love with whom, who was giving a dinner party where, who would attend, and who would presumably not show up because of the latest social feud.  He knew only too well that there would be an item or two from Marbella.  He knew Kezia's style well enough to knew that she would mention herself.  She was thorough and prudent.  And he was right.  "On the list of returning refugees after a summer abroad: Scooter Hollingsworth, Bibi Adams-Jones, Melissa Sentry, Jean-Claude Reims, Kezia Saint Martin, and Julian Bodley.  Hail, hail, the gang's all here! Everyone is coming home!"

Excerpted from Passion's Promise by Danielle Steel.  Copyright (c) 1976 by Danielle Steel.  Reprinted by permission of Dell, a division of Bantam Doubleday Dell Publishing Group, Inc.  No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or republished without permission in writing from the publisher.

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