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496 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published September 1, 2012

"As for the way he moved, and that drawl . . . quite what manner of man he was she wasn’t sure, but a single glance into that chiseled face, at those well-set dark eyes steadily regarding her, at his patriarchal nose and sharply cut jaw, was enough to assure her that he wasn’t manageable. More, that he was dangerous, on multiple levels and in complex ways."

"She’d taken up residence in his heart—at times it felt as if she WAS his heart, the way that organ responded to her, especially to her being in danger. Protecting her wasn’t a duty, it was a compulsion, one he knew would never leave him."


Neville Roscoe, notorious and enigmatic, lives resolutely outside society, bound only by his own code of honor - until challenged by his desire for the one woman he cannot have.This story is my first taste of Stephanie Laurens’ writing and, despite some minor flaws, I was quite pleased! Her way of telling a story is sweet and flowing… full of emotion and, as I said, sensuality. The characters, Miranda and Neville, are such complex people that I couldn’t help but fall hard for them both and hope to see them attain the happily ever after they so rightfully deserved.
Miranda Clifford is a lady imprisoned by rigid respectability - until tempted by a passion beyond her power to deny.
Flung together in peril, through danger and intrigue, they discover a love impossible to ignore ... or keep.
Into a dance to end all dances, into the heat of their raging fire.
And she was with him, gasping and clinging, riding and racing as, bodies plunging, they let passion whip them up the last peak.
To where ecstacy waited, brighter, more brilliant, than ever before.
To where their hearts collided, shattered and re-formed, transformed and became one as they fell through the glory.
He wanted, clear and simple, and let his need show, let the maelstrom of it manifest and infuse him, flow to her and bind them – let it blend with her much more openly declared passion to create … something more.
He kissed her and wondered, then drew a deeper breath and plunged into her mouth, claimed and sought, and she kissed him back with building urgency until between them the flames ignited and rose.
Heat spread, insidiously urgent, beneath their skins. Desire rode, hungry and needy, in its wake.
So many questions and the answers... some of the answers, surely, lay here, between them. In what flared between them.
They both froze. For an instant, for a fraction of a heartbeat.
Lids lowered, her gaze had locked on his lips. His gaze was on her face.
Then he moved. She moved.
And their lips touched again.
This time they clung.
Hers softened; his firmed.
And the connection became real.