Angela didnt know whom to trust. She had no memory of who she was or how she'd come to be at Tamarind plantation. But one thing she was sure of--she was not Robert Fortunes bride. No matter what everyone told her, she knew in her heart she would never have married a man like Robert. Not when she yearned for the magnetic masterful Gypsy Smith, whose mahogany eyes held a promise of passion that enslaved her, whose warm lips offered kisses that made her feel so wonderfully wanton. He was frightening, fascinating..and she wanted to stay in his arms forever.
Gypsy Smith was used to trouble--and he was going to find plenty of it at Tamarind. The moment he saw the chestnut haired beauty with the sad, twilight blue eyes, he knew he had to have her. And once he heard about her mysterious past, he was determined to help her. She was no man's wife.. Gypsy could sense her sweet innocence every time he kissed her trembling lips and watched her creamy skin flush with the dawning of desire. He would be the one to awaken her to ectasy's treasures, to worship her smooth, skilen flesh with loving caresses. She would be his, and his alone...his vibrant, alluring Twilight Temptress
Gypsy Smith was used to trouble--and he was going to find plenty of it at Tamarind. The moment he saw the chestnut haired beauty with the sad, twilight blue eyes, he knew he had to have her. And once he heard about her mysterious past, he was determined to help her. She was no man's wife.. Gypsy could sense her sweet innocence every time he kissed her trembling lips and watched her creamy skin flush with the dawning of desire. He would be the one to awaken her to ectasy's treasures, to worship her smooth, skilen flesh with loving caresses. She would be his, and his alone...his vibrant, alluring Twilight Temptress
Her innocence entranced him....her passion bewitched him!
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Angela didn't know whom to trust. She had no memory of who she was or how she'd come to be at Tamarind plantation. But one thing she was sure of - she was not Robert Fortune's bride. No matter what everyone told her, she knew in her heart she would never have married a man like Robert. Not when she yearned for the magnetic, masterful Gypsy Smith, whose mahogany eyes held a promise of passion that enslaved her, whose warm lips offered kisses that made her feel so wonderfully wanton. He was frightening, fascinating... and she wanted to stay in his arms forever.
Angela didn't know whom to trust. She had no memory of who she was or how she'd come to be at Tamarind plantation. But one thing she was sure of - she was not Robert Fortune's bride. No matter what everyone told her, she knew in her heart she would never have married a man like Robert. Not when she yearned for the magnetic, masterful Gypsy Smith, whose mahogany eyes held a promise of passion that enslaved her, whose warm lips offered kisses that made her feel so wonderfully wanton. He was frightening, fascinating... and she wanted to stay in his arms forever.
