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Nick Gentry, the most seductive and dangerous man in England, has been sent to find Charlotte Howard, a runaway bride who has disappeared without a trace. But when he finds her, Nick is stunned by the intensity of his attraction to the elusive young woman whose adventurous spirit matches his own.
Determined to escape a forced marriage to a man who will destroy her, Charlotte agrees to an audacious bargain . . . she will become Nick Gentry's bride. But soon she discovers that Nick has secrets of his own, and it will take all her wits and stubborn will to tame his tormented soul.
In the desperate quest to protect Charlotte from the diabolical aristocrat who threatens her, one thing becomes clear:
To save the woman he loves, Nick will take any risk . . . and pay any price.
400 pages, Kindle Edition
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.❞