Christina B. (cbowman1) reviewed on 10/6/2006 + 33 more book reviews

In the glittering, endless white nights of a Russian summer,Silver Delaney felt isolated, alone, even in the shimmering crystal palace that was her husband's home. Her magnificent Cossack prince still made her burn with hunger, ache with need, but Nicholas seemed unwilling to admit that desire still held him captive. If she was his firebird, his destiny, why didn't he touch her, caress her, command her? She felt like a wild thing seeking refuge from a storm, but was Nicholas the storm, or the refuge?

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