She fought brazenly against his manly strength and power...but when her lips touched his in a stormy, rapturous kiss, the fire of her desire could no longer be denied... Young British heiress Chauncey FitzHugh held out her arms to the man she had come to San Francisco to ruin... as he had financially ruined her father back in 1850. Chauncey vowed to destroy Delaney in the cruelest way a beautiful woman could. Making him love her would be the best revenge. She flirted with him, aroused him, enticed him to marry her.
But now Delaney demanded a husband's rights. His lips softly covered hers, his hands explored her satiny-smooth body, finding it moist, warm, inviting. Chauncey had plotted to reject his fiery advances, but even as her mind commanded resistance, her desire exploded. With fingers curled into his hair, she pulled him to her... tenderly whispering the name of this man she had sworn to hate... praying she'd have enough strength to betray this handsome rogue tomorrow....
