So Darius warned her when she accepted a position with his
traveling troupe. And gazing mesmerized at the merciless
slash of his mouth, the implacable resolve on his face, the
soulless emptiness of his black eyes. Tempest was afraid to
ask what it was.
She had always been different, apart from the others. From
the moment his arms closed around her, enveloping her in a
sorcerer's spell, Darius seemed to understand her unique
gifts. But did his kiss offer the love and belonging she
sought, or a danger more potent than his own panthers?
Somewhere deep inside herself, Tempest realized she knew the
answer. She had no choice but to accept the velvet stroke of
his tongue, submit to the white-hot heat piercing her skin,
welcome an erotic pleasure like no other...