Lily Knew What Their Kiss Meant.
Oh, yes, she knew it. Knew that no matter how much she wanted to deny the inevitable, she couldnât do it. Eve and that damned apple. The dark, sweet taste of temptationâof his mouth on hers, his hands on her body. Wherever they were headed, she was going willingly, knowing sheâd be hurt in the end, because there was no way on earth she could protect herself against something so powerful, so wonderfulâso compelling. For the first time in her life, she knew what it must be like to be addicted. To needâto want so desperately that nothing else in the world mattered.
And Curt Powers was the only cure.
Men bound by blood, tied to the sea
and destined to be heroes.
Dear Reader,
Our 20th anniversary pledge to you, our devoted readers, is a promise to continue delivering passionate, powerful, provocative love stories from your favorite Silhouette Desire authors for all the years to come!
As an anniversary treat, weâve got a special book for you from the incomparable Annette Broadrick. Marriage Prey is a romance between the offspring of two couples from Annetteâs earliest Desire books, which Silhouette reissued along with a third early Desire novel last month as Maximum Marriage: Men on a Mission. Bestselling author Mary Lynn Baxter brings you Novemberâs MAN OF THE MONTHâ¦Her Perfect Man. A minister and a reformed party girl fall for each other in this classic opposites-attract love story. A Cowboyâs Gift is the latest offering by RITA Award winner Anne McAllister in her popular CODE OF THE WEST miniseries.
Another RITA winner, Caroline Cross, delivers the next installment of the exciting Desire miniseries FORTUNEâS CHILDREN: THE GROOMS with Husbandâor Enemy? Dixie Browningâs miniseries THE PASSIONATE POWERS continues with The Virgin and the Vengeful Groom, part of our extra-sensual BODY & SOUL promotion. And Sheri WhiteFeather has created another appealing Native American hero in Night Windâs Woman.
So please join us in celebrating twenty glorious years of category romance by indulging yourself with all six of these compelling love stories from Silhouette Desire!
Enjoy!
Joan Marlow Golan
Senior Editor, Silhouette Desire
His bare, size-eleven feet propped on the railing, Curt let the long-neck bottle slip through his fingers to rest on the sandy porch floor. Gazing out over the Atlantic, he continued the word game a fellow patient had introduced him to in a certain Central American hospital.
Applicable words only. Even playing alone he stuck to the rules. Heâd started over with the As once heâd settled here at Powers Point. After less than a week he was up to the R words. There was not a lot to do here.
Not a lot he could manage yet, at any rate.
Rest and relaxation.
Recuperation and recreation.
Nah. Scratch recreation, it didnât apply.
Rebuild, restoreâ¦retire? At age thirty-six?
Well, hellâhow about rotting, raving, royally pissed-off?
Too much like the Bs. Bored, bad, broken. And bitter. Yeah, that, too, but he was working on that one.
The Ps had come easy. Powers Point. Private. Privateer?
Could his old man have been a pirate? Being the descendent of several generations of seafarers about whom he knew next to nothing, Curt had to wonder. Powers Point was a pretty valuable chunk of real estate, at least, it was now that the island had turned into a tourist haven. What about a hundred years ago? Two hundred? Why would anyone settle in a place like this unless he valued privacy and needed easy access to the sea?
Private, privacy, privateerâ¦
It was only a word game, he told himself. He would never even have thought of it if he hadnât fallen heir to six sealed boxes a few months ago. After years of believing his father was dead, he had discovered that Matthew Curtis Powers had lived right here in Powers Point until a few years ago, when heâd entered a nursing home in Virginia, suffering from Alzheimerâs Disease. Curt could have passed his own father on the street and never known it. Never even recognized him. Just thinking about it made him want to strike out at something.
Heâd been on twelve-hour notice before leaving on another mission when the lawyer had finally tracked him down to inform him of his fatherâs death. Stunned, he had accepted a deed and two keysâone for a house at a place heâd never even heard of at the time, Powers Point, and another one to a storage unit in Norfolk. He hadnât had time to absorb the knowledgeâbarely had time to locate a storage place and stash the stuff. Six boxes of ledgers, logbooks, diaries and old newspapers, not to mention half a dozen old novels. Heâd glanced at a few of the titles and seen enough to know that he wouldnât be in any great hurry to read them.