Passion's Storm

ECSTASY'S WHIRLWIND

Tempestuous, blue-eyed Tauren bristled with anger at the mere thought of Holt Reston. The black-clad overlord of Somerset had the manners of a cad and the charm of a cobra. Yet one look into his piercing hazel eyes and she was mesmerized; one touch from his knowing, seeking hand and she was bewitched. She knew he was her enemy, that he sought to control her fortune as well as her heart, but still she thirsted for his kiss, hungered for his caress.

RAPTURE'S TEMPEST

Holt Reston burned with desire at the mere sight of the lovely Tauren. The spirited vixen defied him at every turn, teasing him mercilessly with her virgin flesh. Though her tongue was sharp, her lips were sweet; though her heart was cold, her silken skin was hot with passion's fire. He knew he'd never win her trust, but he vowed to unleash her wanton yearnings and steal her love, forcing her to surrender to the savage fury of PASSION'S STORM