Loveswept #917: The Prize: Damaron Mark - Softcover

Preston, Fayrene

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9780553445367: Loveswept #917: The Prize: Damaron Mark

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ISBN 10: 0553445367 ISBN 13: 9780553445367

Publisher: Loveswept, 1998

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He was willing to play her game--until he lost his heart....

When a beautiful woman begged Nathan Damaron to kiss her as if he were madly in love and would never let her go, how could he refuse? Danielle Savourat was captivating, alluring--and gone moments after a steamy embrace that shocked them both! Finding his quicksilver temptress was only the first step, but could he win the woman who'd danced her way into his heart?

In a novel as poignant as it is passionate, Fayrene Preston sends an unlikely couple on an enchanted date with destiny! He'd never expected to find a woman as gutsy as she was graceful, but could this magical creature of velvet and fire whose tenderness utterly tantalized him make a miracle happen in the name of love?

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About the Author:

I don't know exactly when I started telling myself stories, but I suspect I always have.  A story I remember from beginning to end was one I told myself in high school.  As you might suspect, the hero and the heroine were high school students and the story was most definitely a romance.  I even sketched out the clothes my heroine wore in certain scenes.  Of course, I didn't call them scenes, and I didn't call the young man and woman the hero and heroine.  They were just people who played out their lives in my mind at odd moments.

The practice of telling myself stories continued through college and into my adult life.  I know I'm not alone when I say housework has always been tremendously boring to me.  I've never been able to see any creativity in it as some women do.  (These women have my total admiration.)  And so as a young mother and housewife, I told myself stories while I vacuumed or washed dishes or cooked dinner.

Today, many published stories later, I consider myself the most fortunate of people.  First and foremost I am blessed with two truly wonderful sons, Greg and Jeff.  I am their biggest fan, and my life is immeasurably enhanced because I am their mother.

Next is my writing.  I've discovered that it's a lot more fun to write a story and have it published than to keep it in my head.  To that end, I'm extraordinarily lucky to have a longtime working relationship with the terrific people at Bantam.

I've saved you, my romance readers, for last.  Your loyalty and support have come to mean a great deal to me.  Thank you.  You are the nicest people in the world.  Yes, you!

--Fayrene Preston

Her breathing was coming faster now. His blood had thickened and slowed. She was all heat, enticing curves, and endless temptation. He inhaled sharply as pleasure slammed through his body and knotted in his loins. He heard her faintly moan. As far as he was concerned, this kiss was only the beginning of what he wanted from her.

Then she stiffened and pressed her palms against his shoulders. She wanted to end what she had started, he thought wryly. Too bad, because he wasn't quite ready. If she didn't know it already, she needed to learn that it was dangerous to start a game with a stranger.

Besides, she fit against him as if she had been made for him and she tasted of everything he craved. He wanted to explore the promise of what could happen between the two of them if he held her just a little longer, kissed her more thoroughly.

She made a sound and pushed harder against him.

With a muffled curse, he released her.

"Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter," she said breathlessly. She swirled and ran.

"Wait!" He started after her, but then stopped as a surge of quick, hot anger hit him with the force of a fist to his gut. She was running toward a young man who was holding a small video camera.

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