Love's Promise
Pykare, Nina
Polly Phelps was falling passionately and hopelessly in love. She couldn't put Armand Duvall out of her mind -the dark curly hair that framed his rugged face, those blue eyes, so frightening in their intensity. What was happening to her? Passion was for other people, or so Polly had always thought. Polly had come to Burma for the summer to help Professor Nicholson research the Burmese theater. She had been on her own ever. since her parents' tragic death had left her an orphan at nineteen. She needed no one; wanted no one ... until now. Her heart beat more rapidly as the memory of Armand's tantalizing embrace returned to taunt her, filling her with sudden, unfamiliar longing for the fierce kisses of the wild, mocking Armand Duvall