Wide eyed Caitlan McGlory had no illusions about Quinn Jones. From their first meeting, she knew he'd be a fearsome enemy, a powerful ally, and a magnificent lover. With his jet-black hair and storm grey eyes, he seemed dashing, devilish, and utterly desirable. Perhaps it was foolish--even dangerous --to flirt with such a man, but Caitlan couldn't resist. She wanted to see his eyes grow dark with passion, feel his arms pull her close to the heat of his lean, hard body...
Cynical Quinn had no doubts about Caitlan. The instant he saw he wanted her in his bed. With her glorious auburn hair and sparkling blue eyes, she was bold, beautiful, and completely bewitching. Perhaps it wasunwise--even reckless--to toy with such an innocent temptress, but Quinn couldn't stay away. He wanted to whisk Caitlan off to his isolated Canadian castle and treat her silken flesh to long nights of endless loving. He would worship every luscious curve, every hidden treasure, until she begged for more of his tantalizing Tender Torment.
Cynical Quinn had no doubts about Caitlan. The instant he saw he wanted her in his bed. With her glorious auburn hair and sparkling blue eyes, she was bold, beautiful, and completely bewitching. Perhaps it wasunwise--even reckless--to toy with such an innocent temptress, but Quinn couldn't stay away. He wanted to whisk Caitlan off to his isolated Canadian castle and treat her silken flesh to long nights of endless loving. He would worship every luscious curve, every hidden treasure, until she begged for more of his tantalizing Tender Torment.
