Die For Love [antikvár]

CHAPTERONE"when Blaze awoke she found herself lying on a silken soft surface amid the seductive scent of strange perfumes. A cool night breezethe air of the desert, exotic and amorousstroked her naked flesh. Naked? A soft cry escaped her voluptuous lips as she realized the truth. Where were her clothes? What unknown hands had stripped them from her helpless body? Where was she?"Lamps carved of alabaster gave enough light to answer the last question. Overhead a silken canopy shielded her from the night sky, a patch of which, gUttering with stars, was visible through the open flap of the tent. Scarcely had she realized this when the stars were blotted out by a dark form. Stooping, he entered the tent, and Blaze's white hands fluttered, trying in vain to conceal her softness. It was the Arab who had stared at her so boldly in the bazaar. Intense blue eyes studied her over the folds of the kafliyeh that hid the lower part of his face. 'You are no Arab,' Blaze gasped. *I know those eyesyou areyou are' " 'Your husband.' The kaffiyeh fell away; it was indeed the face of Lance, Earl of Deptford, his chiseled lips curved in a mocking smile. 'Come to claim the rights you have so long