Ecstasy's Hostage
SHE WAS HIS PRISONER
Elizabeth Barnett had been bringing the jail's only prisoner his dinner for weeks, but his cold, dark eyes still unnerved her. And his lean, wiry body always seemed poised for escape...or attack. Elizabeth was careful not to meet his hypnotic, glittering gaze, careful not to let him see how much he terrified and fascinated her. But she hadn't been wary enough, for now he imprisoned her in his merciless embrace, planning to use her in any way he could to gain his freedom. And even as she trembled with rage and fear, excitement stirred deep within her. For she was about to embark on the adventure of a lifetime. . . with a man who would be impossible to forget . . . or resist.

HE WAS HER SLAVE
Galt Saunders had been watching Elizabeth for nearly a month. He almost managed to take his mind off that trumped-up murder charge by picturing every delectable inch of her slender body, imagining how his hands would span her narrow waist, dreaming of caressing her silken skin until she moaned in ecstasy. But reality was a mite harsher than that. Instead of a willing bedmate he had a bitter enemy. . . one who could make his days-and nights-very difficult indeed. She might be his prisoner, but she had captured his heart. . .and now he couldn't rest until he'd made her Ecstasy's Hostage