Southern Rapture
Dominique Chandler was horrified when her father's death left her and Belle Terre plantation in the charge of Evon Forest. She was sure the dashing rogue had stolen her inheritance, and would now take every liberty with her. Determined to escape him, she ran off to live in an old family riverboat and make it into a flourishing casino. But she could not forget her guardian's smoke-black gaze, his musky male scent and sensuous mouth. Mon Dieu, but he was a handsome devil! She must not dream of his steel muscles against her satin skin. Even though, when he took her in his arms, a powerful force like a bolt of lightning began to melt her will to flee.

Evon Forest's obsidian eyes flashed as he considered his intolerable situation. If it weren't enough that his father was forcing him into marriage, his old friend had bequeathed him a wild young girl. As an honorable man - whatever this little hellion might think of him - he was pledged to protect Emmett Chandler's daughter - yet her sea-foam eyes and lithe limbs would tempt a saint. He longed to mold her ripe curves against his heated body, tangle that silver mane with his hungry hands, taste her champagne lips, and plumb the very depths of the passion he saw shining in her innocent eyes.