Ember Graham's face flushed with embarrassment as she appeared before the raucous crowd wearing the exotic Egyptian costume. She wanted to help her uncle sell his elixir, but she'd never danced in public before. And she'd never worn anything so . . . so scandalous! Just as she thought she'd faint dead away, she spotted a man in the audience who made her breath quicken with excitement rather than fear. His hazel eyes seemed to devour her soul; his well-muscled frame made her yearn for the haven of his embrace. And before she even learned his name, she had given him her heart!
Garet's gaze was riveted to the dark-haired dancer. He never would have believed a woman could look so devastatingly innocent wearing little more than veils and feathers! Her enormous blue eyes were the same enchanting hue as the cloudless sky; her long, dark hair curled about her face in silken wisps that begged to be brushed back by a man's tender caress. And the tempting curves of her slender body called to him with the promise of undeniable passion. Before she'd even finished her dance, he knew he had to feel that luscious body pressed against him, had to taste her intoxicating blend of purity and seduction, had to know the burning heat that could only come from . . . Rapture's Delight!