Jennie McBride had savored passion in her nightly dreams only never as fierce and fiery as when she looked into Stuart's coal-black eyes. He was a man who demanded loyalty, commanded respect and always got what he desired. And all Jennie McBride could hope for was that he would desire her. But when he encircled her in the bracelet of his strong, powerful arms and claimed her soft rosebud lips in a long breathless kiss, she knew that her heart — and flesh — were bound to his until the end of time . . . On Rapture's Wing!