Sweet Song of Love

Destiny's Women

A mountain of a man was Sir Richard FitzHugh. Tall. Dark. Fearsome in every aspect. Formidable in battle. Yet Mellisynt of Tremont saw not the warrior but her wedded lord. A man of gentle compassion. Who could free her spirit--and blazingly awaken her long-slumbering desire!

What an enigma was Mellisynt of Tremont, Richard FitzHugh declared! For beneath shapeless widow's weeds, his new-wed lady wife was a creature of boundless passion and generous soul. He'd made his brideclaim with a pledge f honor and an eye to ambition. ut could she capture his very art in her own campaign d'amour...?