Back in the nineteen eighties, I was one of Canada’s top fashion models and one of the girls I worked with regularly was Ivana Winklemyr. The world was soon to know her better as Ivana Trump. Ivana and I did countless photo assignments and fashion shows together. We shared makeup artists and hairdressers. We stood side by side posing for the camera and we shared histories and hopes and dreams for our futures. We became friends. When Ivana married Donald Trump in nineteen seventy seven, she and I stayed in touch, and over the years, I had the good fortune to visit her at all of her beautiful homes. I remember being completely overwhelmed at the magnificence of the Trumps’ lifestyle. Their Trump Tower penthouse condo boasted a city-block-sized private garden on the roof. The chandelier in the living room was from Tzarist Russia, their house in Greenwich Connecticut was the old Crayola-fortune estate. And Maralago, was beyond belief. I remember walking around the property after dinner while Ivana pointed out some of the features. Meanwhile I could hear whispering in the bushes. It was making me very nervous until Ivana explained that there were bodyguards at strategic points all along the perimeter. We had a good laugh when I exclaimed what a relief it was to know I wasn’t imagining things after all.
I got to know Donald and was astounded at just how driven he was. No matter how successful he was, he always wanted more. After each project, he was looking for the next one, and each had to be bigger and better than the last. I was also impressed at how supportive Ivana was, and how much she contributed to his success. From my point of view, she was clearly the woman behind the man. Some years later when the story came out that he was having an affair, the story resonated with me. I was devastated for Ivana. But a strange thing was happening, the same story seemed to repeat itself numerous times all around me. Other friends, wives who had worked alongside their husbands, were being tossed aside for newer models. It was only natural that when I decided to pursue my lifelong dream of becoming a writer, the story that came to me was one of two strong yet flawed people who meet and fall in love. Yes, the male character was inspired by Donald Trump. But, having said that, I must add that none of the events in the story is factual. Scorpio’s Kiss is story of love and ambition, and of greed and revenge. It will resonate with all who once had a dream.
About the Author
Monique Domovitch has had many careers, starting with being one of Canada’s top models. When she retired from modeling she moved on to a career in the financial services as an adviser and planner, specializing in helping women attain financial freedom. During those years, she was also one of the first women in Canada to host her own national financial television show. During all those years, Monique’s dream was always to someday become a writer. Ten years ago, Monique attended a writer’s conference where the first line of one of her novels was read out loud in a workshop, attracting the attention of a publisher and an agent.
Since that life-changing conference, Monique Domovitch has published nine books, four with Penguin using the pen name Carol Ann Martin, two with Harlequin using her own name, and another two with Lansen Publishing. Scorpio’s Kiss was previously published as two novels, Scorpio Rising and The Sting of the Scorpio. Scar Tissue, her latest, is her ninth novel and she is hard at work on her tenth.
A great believer in the energizing power of writers’ conferences, she says that if not for that first conference she attended, she would not be published today.
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