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The lord of every woman's secret dreams, he branded her his with a touch. . . .
"Where am I?" Lydia Star begged of the dangerously appealing stranger whose dark eyes studied her carefully. "Camelot," he answered softly, and she knew it was true--and impossible! Transported across time by her own longing and an ancient ring, she found herself prisoner in a knight's castle . . . and stunned by her desire for her captor. Could this enigmatic warrior be the keeper of her soul, and she his spirit's mate for all eternity?
Peggy Webb's creative talents shine in this utterly irresistible, sensual dream of a romance. He made her shameless with longing and tempted her with every forbidden pleasure he knew, but could the hero who'd possessed her with each tender caress survive the journey to his heart's true home?
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"You can let go of my hands now. I won't try to escape," Lydia promised.
"Any attempt would be futile," Dragon told her.
"I'm no dummy. I've already figured that out. Where did you go tonight?"
"This is my castle. I'll ask the questions." He folded back the sheet and began to sponge her shoulders. She shivered.
"You undressed me, didn't you?"
"Then I suppose it's foolish to ask if you're the one who smeared this smelly salve all over me."
His silence spoke for him. She stared at him with eyes the color of a robin's egg. He'd never seen eyes quite that wide, quite that clear, quite that shining. A man could fall in love with a woman merely by looking into her eyes.
"Don't even consider doing it again," she said.
He folded the sheet again so that her back was revealed. "I would gladly let you apply the salve yourself, but you were wounded in places you can't reach."
Sudden tears came to her eyes. "Then why don't you let me die? If you're going to keep me caged up in here, you might as well let me die. Why don't you?"
"It would not be honorable to let you die until I know whether you are the enemy."
She snatched the cloth and threw it at him. "I'm not the enemy, you bullheaded barbarian. I'm a bookseller from California who went to sleep in my chair and woke up in the woods with a dragon breathing down my neck. . . ."
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Book Description Loveswept, 1998. Condition: New. book. Seller Inventory # M0553446452
Book Description Loveswept, 1998. Mass Market Paperback. Condition: New. Seller Inventory # DADAX0553446452
Book Description Loveswept, 1998. Mass Market Paperback. Condition: New. Never used!. Seller Inventory # P110553446452