Midnight Princess
Nov 1989
Under his spell
When a bedraggled waif arrived half-dead on the doorstep of his Fifth Avenue mansion, handsome newspaper publisher Christian Marshall didn't know what came over him to let her stay on as housemaid. The hard-drinking, short-tempered war hero wasn't interested in charity cases. But when he looked into those defiant cinnamon-brown eyes and caressed her lithe young body, he felt driven to quiet her protests with kisses, to stop her struggles with his velvet touch, and to make her forget her mysterious past wtih wild passion only he could arouse. . .
At his mercy
For the first time in months, Jenny Holland felt safe - at least for a while. The seductive demands of her domineering master were nothing compared to the horrors of her past. She only hoped that she could calm her secret rush of desire at every touch of his hand, at every stolen glance at his war-hardened physique. She couldn't let anything distract her from what still had to be done. Yet she knew that this brief taste of pleasure in Christian's arms would never be enough. She wanted to reign night after night as his MIDNIGHT PRINCESS.
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Passion's Sweet Revenge
Apr 1990
She owed him her love
Some things never changed. The name on the playbill at Wallock's Theatre said, "Katy Dakota," but for Logan Marshall no amount of face paint could disguise the unforgettable beauty of Mary Catherine McCleary, the girl who'd betrayed him during the war. She was a fine actress, all right. Even now he could remember how convincingly she'd played the role of an eager innocent under his kisses - just before he'd felt the rifle at his back. This time Logan would make sure they finished what they's started. And that she wasn't pretending when she shuddered with pleasure under his exploring touch and moaned with ecstasy in response to his forceful possession. . .
He demanded her passion
Some things never changed. Katy had thought she'd seen the last of Logan Marshall when, as a young girl, she'd been responsible for sending him to Andersonville, the most brutal of Rebel prisons. Yet now as she gazed out from the stage into a pair of steely gray eyes, she knew that the one man who could inflame her with white-hot passion was about to claim his revenge. A revenge that would demand her complete surrender to his every desire. A revenge she would hate him for, if only she didn't want it to go on forever. . .
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