Dawning of Desire
He was as strong as the tempered steel of a fine Toledo blade. He moved with the savage grace of a panther. Alexandra Blake thought she had seen the devil himself in his coal-black eyes.

Who was Thorne Tremayne? Why had he come now, demanding that she leave her comfortable world her fame and success as a top fashion model, that she return with him to New Mexico to face the grandfather who had denied her before she was even born? He had no right. From the moment she saw him, Alexandra hated--and feared--him. But she was drawn to him in spite of herself he compelled her utterly. Could she refuse him? Could she deny him anything--anything he asked?