CAPTIVE . . .
To a handsome Lord whose silver-flecked eyes glittered with anger as he snatched Alexandra from the London streets. Her fiery loveliness had ignited a case of mistaken identity but now there was no mistaking Hawkeworth's naked passion. CAPTIVE . . .
To her own heart when his teasing kisses unleashed a woman's ecstasy she didn't understand, but craved with a wanton's desire...
CAPTIVE . . .
To the past which haunted them both, making her a pawn in a treacherous game that could crush her sweet dreams of midnight passion and wild, reckless love.
