Whispers at Midnight

IF ONLY HIS KISS HAD BEEN HARD, BRIEF AND DEMANDING, BUT IT WAS NOT. IT WAS GENTLE AND PROBING, POSSESSING. A BUDDING THEN FERVID PLEASURE TOOK AMANDA'S BREATH AWAY, AND IT ONLY MATTERED THAT SHE WAS IN HIS ARMS, RESPONDING TO ITS SWEET SOLACE FOR ALL THE FREEZING FEAR SHE FELT....

Amanda Fairfax met Ryne Sullivan when she came to take possession of the colonial Virginia plantation that was her legacy. She could see resentment burning in his dark blue eyes, yet once in his arms she could feel how fiercely he hungered for her, and how little she could resist his desires or her own. In a place where terror ruled the night and mystery cloaked each move, Amanda could not fully trust her lover or her love...for she sensed that every moment of ecstasy might be her last....