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352 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published March 1, 2016

He was who he was.
Just as she was who she was.
The hardened rake and the tenderhearted innocent shackled together for life because of a single imprudent act.
She was used to handling wild, unpredictable creatures, used to gentling, even taming them. But Gabriel Landsdowne was an entirely unknown quantity; a force unto himself, he was unique and without equal in her experience.

I simply have to draw him.

Yet there was something majestic about him, as if a dark angel had fallen to earth.

"Be careful, little girl," he warned. "Or else the big, bad wolf might just change his mind and decide to eat you, after all."

Gabriel glanced up and found himself unable to look away, struck by her fresh, guileless charm and radiant beauty. She was simply effervescent; it was as if a sweet spring breeze had just blown into the house and back into his life.

She met his gaze, reminded again of how much his eyes looked like those of her hawk--beautifully golden, piercing and predatory.

She barely even felt her feet leave the ground when he picked her up and wrapped one strong arm under her bottom to her hold her against him. Her arms went around his shoulders to anchor herself as their kiss continued. He pressed her against the wall, then pressed himself her against her.
Her fear returned.
He was too much, this man.
Too experienced and worldly.
Too carnal and passionate.

She’d claimed him last night, every bit as much as he’d claimed her…..

No one had ever bought him anything simply because he liked it. No on had ever given him a gift meant exclusively to please and which demanded nothing of him in return. What a sad childhood he must have known. What an emotionally isolated life he must have spent since.

I love you.
Her whispered words resonated in his mind, chiding him even now. A secret part of him had thrilled to hear them, wanting her softness, craving her comfort and devotion.


Something about him called to her, like one of her wounded beasts, and she could not turn him away. She needed his name and protection in order to keep from being cast out of Society. But strangely, she realized, he just might need her even more.

He'd almost forgotten what it was like to be near her. She was as bright and radiant as an August sun, bringing light and warmth into even the darkest places. And yet the darkness was comfortable and familiar to him; he understood the dark, for all its bleak failings. It was the light that puzzled him, the light that could make even the bravest of men afraid.

But she and her love warmed him from the inside out, and he could no longer do without either one.

She knew there was more to him than the blackhearted hedonist he’s spent years convincing the world that he was. Perhaps he even believed it himself.
But she didn’t.
She knew there was a goodness buried inside him, a kindness he tried hard to conceal.
She’d felt it.
There was love inside him too; he only needed someone to help him find a way to let it out.


