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| SHE WAS CALLED THE BELL OF THE SOUTHWEST
Beautiful Candice Carter enjoyed the attentions of every eligible man in the New Mexico Territory, until her reckless heart led her to near death in the desert. But rescue came from a savage...Jack Savage, the hard-muscled Indian warrior who both terrified and fascinated her. Suddenly she was at the mercy of an arrogant halfbreed whose forbidden passion she dared not admit she wanted to taste.
HE WAS CALLED SAVAGE
From the moment he saw her, Jack branded Candice his woman. No matter that he had chosen the Indian way...no matter that he could hang for touching her. nothing could stop him from making her his reluctant bride. Vowing to teach her every sensual pleasure, he set out to tame the fiery spirit of the blond beauty who had stolen his soul. But as war raged between the white man and the Apache, he found himself torn between duty to his people and a forbidden love he could not resist and could not live without. |
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She heard him enter and purposefully ignored him, her eyes on her hands as she rubbed her feet. She felt his eyes on her and looked up to see he was staring down at her. Suddenly the gohwah seemed too small for the two of them, and the long night was here.
"Let me do that," Jack said, kneeling and taking her foot in his hands before she could object.
His hands were large, warm, and gentle. "Stop thinking, Candice. There's no point. What is, is."
He was right. She was here and she had no choice. This man had traded for her, and she belonged to him. She was at his mercy.
"Feel better?" he asked, his voicy husky.
She had heard that tone before, and she looked up abruptly. His hand had stilled on her ankle. her body began a slow throbbing of fear mingled with anticipation. He slid his hand up her calf, it's grip tightening possessively.
"You have the most beautiful legs I have ever seen," he murmured.
Her heart was beating erratically. "I... I..."
His hand moved up her thigh, slowly moving higher and higher. Oh, dear God, he thought, what is he going to do?
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