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480 pages, Paperback
First published May 1, 1979
She wasn’t sure, but her young thrusting body knew.
Alex longed to penetrate and explode inside her, but he feared for her youth and knew he’d not be able to face her or himself if he did. He fought for control as he told himself that in less than two days they would be home and Fiona would be available to him.
Alex lay back, seduced by her hands as she gently touched the tip, sighing with excitement. Then coming to his senses he firmly removed her hands and, picking her up, deposited her in the cold tub of water.
Cameron sat, too shocked to speak, as he pulled on his breeches, muttering to himself about how he should be the one cooling off in the tepid water. Cameron gave out a loud scream of rage and beat at the foam that still floated on top, splashing the water all over the floor as a flood of abuse poured out of her mouth.
“Doesn’t even know her own name! Doesn’t know how old she is! Doesn’t even know her parentage! Or what a birthday is! Acts like a bitch in heat! There she is, everybody, my wife. Lady Sinclair. Has no table manners, talks with her mouth full of food, oh, but she can swear like any barroom trollop and throw a knife better than any cutthroat scum.”
Cameron tried to block the cruel stream of words and tried desperately to prove him wrong by dressing herself.
“Need help, Lady Sinclair?” he asked mockingly.

She stepped out to be embraced by the fire-warmed towel Alex held. She stood in front of the fire like a docile obedient child as Alex dried her hair and body with the coarse towel. Never before had she felt so safe. There had never been tender mother’s hands for her and, without her understanding why, Alex’s ministrations fed a hunger that Cameron didn’t know she had.