It was a dream come true. Sara Raymond was actually going to marry Lord Gavin Carlisle, the man she’d adored since childhood. She nearly burst with happiness . . . until she stood at the altar and looked into the dark, angry eyes of her betrothed. Still, Sara wanted to be his wife – and more. She yearned to see his eyes soften with passion at the sight of her, ached to feel his strong arms shelter her in ecstasy’s embrace. And she swore to make him her own, in fact as well as in name!
Gavin Carlisle was trapped and he knew it. If he didn’t wed his father’s wealthy ward, the old earl would make his mother’s life a living hell. At least his bride was beautiful. Her creamy full breasts, smooth alabaster skin, and soft red lips were tempting, indeed. Still, his lust was not enough to make him forget how she’d schemed her way into his family. He vowed to take all the pleasure her exquisite flesh could offer, then coldly cast her aside. But once he’d tasted her honeyed kisses and explored her tender secrets, he found he could no longer live without desire’s sweet temptation.