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567 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published December 1, 1982
I have found my rose in winter. You are my own precious love, promised to me evermore.
"Honor you?" he breathed. "Sweetest Erienne, how could I not? You are ever in my thoughts bending me, twisting me, plucking at the fibers of my mind. The man inside me trembles whenever you're near, and I groan in agony for the touch of your hand laid upon me in a soft caress. I am beset with desire for you, and if I thought for one moment that you would not loathe me forever, I would ease my lusts this very night, be you willing or nay."
"How deeply has this wench entrapped me?" he mused. "She has snared my spirit and my soul. Like a hawk, she has snatched them in full flight." He shook his head. "But unlike the wild bird, she harmed them not. Nay, rather took them to her breast and breathed new life into them, and they have been so blissfully refreshed, my heart is nigh to bursting...."