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Dear Reader,

I’ve always loved Clancy Donahue. He seems like an old friend because I’ve used him as a continuing secondary character in many of the Sedikhan series books. As a security chief it also seemed natural that he flowed into the Clanad series. He was always a strong force to be reckoned with, but he stayed in the background.

As you know, my heroes are usually larger than life and tend to be dashing. Clancy seemed a great contrast to them because he was both mature and steady. Then I took a good look at Clancy and started wondering … What was he really like? He was tough, experienced, and he’d had to have had a pretty rough life. Maybe that quiet strength hid elements I hadn’t seen before.

I started to write and suddenly I discovered Clancy Donahue was definitely larger than life himself. Oh yes, and very dashing. Particularly when faced with his own romantic destiny in Lisa Landon. Throw in suspense, passion, and a hunt for terrorists, and Clancy began to take my breath away.

I hope you enjoy getting to really know him as much as I did.

Iris Johansen

PRAISE FOR IRIS JOHANSEN

“Iris Johansen knows how to win instant fans.” —Associated Press

“Iris Johansen is a powerful writer.”
—The Atlanta Journal-Constitution

“[Iris Johansen is] one of the romance genre’s finest treasures.” —
Romantic Times

“A master among master storytellers.” —
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“Johansen serves up a diverting romance and plot twists worthy of a mystery novel.”
—Publishers Weekly

“[Iris] Johansen has … a magical quality.”
—Library Journal

“[Johansen is] a consummate artist who wields her pen with extraordinary power and grace.”
—Rave Reviews

“Iris Johansen is a bestselling author for the best reason—she’s a wonderful storyteller.” —Catherine Coulter

“Iris Johansen is incomparable.” —Tami Hoag

BOOKS BY IRIS JOHANSEN
White Satin
  
Magnificent Folly
Tender Savage
  
No One to Trust
Notorious
  
Body of Lies
One Touch of Topaz
  
Final Target
Everlasting
  
The Search
And the Desert Blooms
  
The Killing Game
The Treasure
  
The Face of Deception
Lion’s Bride
  
And Then You Die
Golden Valkyrie
  
Long After Midnight
Capture the Rainbow
  
The Ugly Duckling
A Summer Smile
  
Dark Rider
Stormy Vows/Tempest at Sea
  
Midnight Warrior
Stalemate
  
The Beloved Scoundrel
An Unexpected Song
  
The Magnificent Rogue
Killer Dreams
  
The Tiger Prince
On the Run
  
Last Bridge Home
Countdown
  
The Golden Barbarian
Blind Alley
  
Reap the Wind
Firestorm
  
The Golden Barbarian
Fatal Tide
  
Storm Winds
Dead Aim
  
The Wind Dancer

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Always
is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Copyright © 1986 by Iris Johansen

All rights reserved.

Published in the United States by Bantam Books, an imprint of The Random House Publishing Group, a division of Random House, Inc., New York.

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Originally published in paperback in the United States by Bantam Loveswept, an imprint of The Random House Publishing Group, a division of Random House, Inc., in 1986.

eISBN: 978-0-553-90815-2

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Contents

C
LANCY
D
ONAHUE LEANED
back in the plush visitor’s chair and stretched his long legs out before him. “So she arrived four days ago in Paradise Cay,” he commented. His eyes narrowed as Len Berthold nodded, then nervously shifted papers on the desk before him. “And what the hell’s wrong with you, Len? You’re acting skittish as the devil.”

“I am skittish.” Berthold grimaced. “I don’t like being part of one of your games, Clancy. I’m an administrator now, out of the line of
fire. I’d like it just fine if you set your little trap somewhere else.”

“Too bad,” Clancy said, and shrugged. “Your safe haven was the most convenient place to put the bait.” His indolent position hadn’t changed, but he was suddenly exuding a force that was almost tangible. “Paradise Cay is one of Sedikhan’s possessions; this hotel casino is in Paradise Cay. I made you manage here two years ago because you’re tough, honest, and obey orders.” His voice lowered to a silky murmur. “Do I have to tell you what would happen if I found you lacking in any of those qualities?”

Len moistened his lips. No, Donahue didn’t have to tell him. It was all right there in the expression in those ice-blue eyes. He had known Donahue; security chief and right-hand man to Alex Ben Raschid, reigning head of Sedikhan, for over six years. Personally he had never run across a situation that didn’t yield to the power Donahue wielded so effortlessly. But he had heard stories about the security chief’s more
direct methods, a number of which were violent and ruthless.

From the time word arrived that Donahue was flying in to handle personally the Landon matter, Len had known his comfortable berth here in Paradise Cay would probably heat up to a far from comfortable temperature. He cleared his throat. “It was just a comment, Clancy. You know I’ll cooperate fully. I’ve obeyed your instructions to the letter. The Landon woman has been singing in the cafe since night before last.” He frowned thoughtfully. “You know, she’s not bad. She’s got …” He hesitated as if searching for the appropriate word, then shrugged. “I don’t know. Something.”

“I’m not here to enjoy her singing talents,” Clancy said a bit sarcastically. “Have you got Galbraith watching her?”

“Of course; I’ve had her under total surveillance since the moment she checked in.” Berthold smiled faintly. “I haven’t gotten that soft in the head since I left your service. She hasn’t drawn a breath that we haven’t known
about. Baldwin definitely hasn’t contacted her yet. I’ve also had a man calling the other hotels on the island every evening, and no man of his description has checked in.”

Donahue frowned. “You’re sure?”

“I’m sure. We circulated copies of that picture you sent, of course. He hasn’t shown.” Berthold brightened. “Maybe he’s lost interest in the woman.”

“No way. He’ll show,” Clancy said grimly. “Wherever Lisa Landon appears, he pops up like a jack-in-the-box. He’s obsessed with her, and obsessions like that don’t just lose their hold all of a sudden.”

“But she divorced him over three years ago, according to what you told me,” Berthold said. “Maybe he’s finally taken the hint that he’s not wanted.”

Clancy shook his head. “She’s an obsession,” he repeated. “It’s all in the dossier we’ve compiled on him: Jealous scenes, violence, even public threats. The works. He’ll be here all right. He keeps a very close eye on the ex–Mrs. Baldwin. What time is she performing tonight?”

“The second show is at ten o’clock.” Berthold glanced at the thin gold watch on his wrist. “That’ll be about fifteen minutes from now. Do you want to watch it?”

Donahue nodded as he rose to his feet. “I’m going to talk to her tonight after the show to try to get her cooperation.”

“And if not?”

“We’ll use her anyway.” His smile was a mere baring of teeth. “I want that bastard Baldwin so bad I can taste it. Where’s Galbraith now?”

“He should be in the cafe.”

“Good.” For a moment there was a thread of mischief in Clancy’s smile. “Sorry to be a disgrace to your exclusive establishment, Len, but I won’t have time to change. You’d better phone your headwaiter and tell him not to throw me out.”

“I doubt if he’d try that.” Berthold’s glance traveled over Clancy’s tall, massive build that did look as if it belonged more in a heavyweight boxing ring than an exclusive nightclub. Berthold remembered suddenly that Clancy
had told him he had been a fighter once. But then Clancy had been something of a jack-of-all-trades before he became security chief of Sedikhan—and definitely master of the more lethal ones. “I will give Monty a ring, though, and tell him to extend all courtesies.”

“Do that.” Clancy turned to leave, moving with the lithe grace of absolute fitness and trained coordination. “I’m tired as hell and not in any mood for a hassle.”

“Have you checked into the hotel or shall I do it for you?”

Clancy paused at the door. “I’ll stay at my villa down the beach. It’s close enough so that I can be on the spot in five minutes if I need to be. I’m tired of living in hotels. I’ve spent the last six weeks moving from city to city on Baldwin’s trail.” He took a key ring out of his pocket and tossed it across the room. It landed on the blotter in front of Berthold. “Send a maid down to open the villa for me right away, will you?” He didn’t wait for an answer but shut the door behind him and set off briskly.

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