Velvet Deception

THE RAVEN
Raven MacCennon knew she should not be intrigued by a man like Taber O'Flynn, yet she could not get the infamous revolutionary out of her thoughts. He was dashing, daring, fearless...and he'd eluded capture for so long that her fellow Englishmen were beginning to look like fools. Raven couldn't resist trying to catch a glimpse of the man the Irish called The Hawk --but her impulsiveness got her more than she'd bargained for. As she came upon his hiding place, she suddenly found herself trapped in his muscular arms, mesmerized by his sapphire gaze, seduced by a kiss that turned her innocent world upside-down.

THE HAWK
Taber couldn't believe the British would send such a beauty to spy on him. With her ebony curls and creamy skin, the lass couldn't be inconspicuous if she tried. And she wasn't trying very hard, snooping around like she was in broad daylight with those enchanting blue eyes flashing with curiosity. Taber had no use for the English, but he could think of many things he'd like to do with this tempting trespasser. He imagined her silken tresses tumbling wildly about her naked shoulders; he could almost feel her long, lithe legs wrapped around him in love's embrace, making him forget it had all begun with VELVET DECEPTION