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288 pages, Hardcover
First published February 1, 1986
'Ricco kissed her temples, his mouth slid down over her short blonde
hair, pressed softly into her throat.
'My hair's dyed, you know,' Vicky said a little anxiously. He had to
know it all now, the whole truth and nothing but the truth—but she
was afraid he might be disappointed when he realised she wasn't a
real blonde. Italians liked fair women, didn't they?
'Of course I knew,' Ricco said, his lips just under her chin now and the
sound of his voice vibrating through her bone structure. 'Do you think
I'm stupid? Think I can't tell a genuine blonde from a dyed one?'
'I'm really brunette.' His hands had crept about like little mice, she
kept finding them in unexpected places and they made shivers run up
and down her spine. She dislodged one which had made a nest
between her breasts.....'
