Within minutes, Lady Katherine St. John was dragged from the London street like a common waif and carried off to a sumptuous town house- for pleasure of her noble admirer. But it was a captive tigress Prince Dimitri found in his bed- consumed with a fierce rage toward to Russian “barbarian” who had kidnapped her- even as she found herself desiring this tawny maned Adonis with a hunger beyond her understanding.
From the tempestuous passion of that first encounter, across stormy seas, to the golden splendor of palaces in Moscow, she was his prisoner. But even as her fury defied his bold claim of ownership, an all-consuming need made her his slave. For theirs was a fever that fed upon itself, carrying them irrevocably toward a final surrender to the power of undeniable love.
This powerful Saxon Lord had at last met his match in the Viking beauty- his equal in pride, in strength . . . and in the fierce, hot hunger of insatiable desire. But Kristen could not know th torment that divided his soul; how he ached to hold her soft, supple body, thirsted for the ringing joy of her laughter- yet hated her for an ancient crime that was not her own.
But her golden loveliness drives him mad with desire, her fiery eyes taunting him, compelling him to claim her. Until, in wordless surrender, they cast aside the shackles of doubt and duistrust to unite forever in the searing promise of all consuming love.