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388 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published January 1, 2003




“Then you’ll have to devise some means of—” Lottie broke off and inhaled sharply as she stood upright.
“What is it?” he asked alertly.
Lottie blushed from her head to her toes. “I’m sore. In…in places that I’m not usually sore.”
Nick understood immediately. An abashed grin touched his lips, and he hung his head in an unconvincing effort at penitence. “I’m sorry. An aftereffect of Tantric lovemaking.”
“Is that what it was?” Lottie hobbled to a chair near the hearth, where she had left her robe. Hastily she wrapped it around herself.
“An ancient Indian art form,” he explained. “Ritualized methods designed to prolong intercourse.
Lottie’s high color persisted as she recalled the things he had done to her in the night. “Well, it certainly was prolonged.”
“Not really. Tantric experts often have sexual relations for nine or ten hours at a time.”
She gave him an appalled glance. “Could you do that, if you wished?”
Standing from the bed, Nick walked over to her, completely unself-conscious in his nakedness. He took her into his arms and nuzzled her soft blond hair, playing with the loose braid that hung down her back. “With you, I wouldn’t mind trying,” he said, smiling against her temple.
“No, thank you. I can barely walk as it is.” She searched through the tantalizing hair on his chest, finding the point of his nipple. “I’m afraid I’m not going to encourage any of your Tantric practices.”
“That’s all right,” he replied amiably. “There are other things we can do.” His voice lowered seductively. “I haven’t begun to show you the things I know.”
“I was afraid of that,” she said, and he laughed.”
❝He was no longer bedeviled and driven, no longer hungry for things he couldn’t have. For the first time in his life, he was at peace.❞




