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368 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published October 5, 1999

She was too feminine and delicate, too straight-laced and corset-pinched, too ostentatiously virtuous, too English. Bloody hell, he didn't even like her.


Wicked thoughts. Abandoned thoughts. Seductive thoughts.



This country was like O'Reilly, she thought; both the man and his land frightened her and disturbed her and attracted her, all at the same time.

... what she felt for this place was still fierce. And fierce love is always so close to hate.
”No? Well, I hate to tell you this, O’Reilly, but women like your Miss Davenport aren’t usually comfortable with the kind of arrangements I like.”Likewise, it bothered me that he was still
“Hell, I know that.”
Mary stopped swinging her hat. “Then what exactly are you doin’, O’Reilly? Or do you even know?”
O’Reilly knocked his pipe against the post and stared down at the hot ashes before grinding them beneath the sole of his boot. “I thought I did. It started out as…oh, I don’t know, some kind of a joke. It just got outa hand.”

