His touch was mesmeric . . . It was as if she trembled on the edge of an abyss. If she fell, she would be shattered by explosions of pleasure, but he kept her teetering and wanting …
Marika is unable to resist a dark, arrogant stranger who leaves her a gift of a pearl pendant, but she can’t understand how he made her submit to his will so easily. How did he know her life was crying out for something different? Something . . . dark, erotic?