Desire's Flame
ECSTASY'S SPARK

Maren fought like a wildcat when the arrogant knight carried her off in his arms. The Welsh beauty had no love for the English murderers who had slaughtered her mother and ransacked her home. But when her handsome captor held her so close she could sense the need in his savage embrace, feel the lean length of his thighs against her silken flesh, Maren's burning fury melted into molten desire. Against her will, against her heart, she yearned for him to brand her as his own!

PASSION'S FIRE

Brettan de Lorin, Duke of Norfolk, laughed as he beheld the struggling wench. With her raven curls flying about her slender shoulders and her sapphire eyes glittering with hatred, she looked as defiant as a warrior. Yet her trembling body grew soft and yielding under his knowing touch and her cries of anger soon faded into moans of passion. But Brettan wanted more than mere surrender from the wild vixen. He wanted her to welcome his kiss, beg for his caress, scorch him with the searing heat of DESIRE'S FLAME