Ever since she was a girl flame-haired Kenna Dunne had hated handsome Rhys Canning for lying about killing her father. Now, even though she hadn't seen him since the war ended, the vengeance-seeking beauty swore to make the smooth-talking scoundrel confess his crime. But the moment she confronted him, all kenna could do was stare breathlessly at his magnificent body, his ebony hair, and his entrancing eyes. She knew she should denounce him as a murderer, but somehow all she could do was caress him as her lover... As an American spy, Rhys could never reveal the truth to the fiery kenna without jeopardizing his mission. It was best that he never again see the provocative temptress...but she'd raged in his blood for years and now it was time for the reward for his patience. The brash colonial crushed her lips beneath his and molded his strong hands to her lush cruves. Even though he knew she'd detest him forever after this evening, Rhys had waited too long to keep from recklessly plunging into glorious splendor during this long luscious velvet night.